Page 20 of Sacred Vow

“Y-Yes!” I stammered, my blush burning my face as a very different kind of heat pulsed in my core.

“Yes, what?” He pulled out and spanked my naked backside. I yelped aloud with the sting, but it quickly morphed into a fire that threatened to engulf me. “I can’t hear you, brat. Answer me or I won’t let you cum.”

“Yes! I love being your… your dirty girl!”

“And you love my cock, don’t you, my little slut?”

“Yes!”

“Yes, what?” he thundered, yanking on my hair until I could see him towering behind me, a Devil in a halo of office lights.

“Yes, I love your cock!” I shouted dizzily, “I’m your little slut and I love your cock! Please, Sir! Please let your dirty slut cum for Daddy!”

I cried out as a tidal wave crashed through me and I screamed as Romeo slammed back inside of me. The orgasm was so fast it took me by surprise and I wanted to ride the wave, feeling every ounce of pleasure, but Romeo’s cock continued to piston inside of me. I was out of breath, unable to move. I could only lay limp and let him use me as he pleased.

He sunk a thumb into my ass, and I cried out as another torrent of pleasure ripped through me. His hand struck my ass, searing his print into my flesh. I cried out but he kept going.

My body betrayed me completely. Every brutal thrust only made me crave more. As if hearing my unspoken need, Romeo slid a hand under my chest and gripped my sensitive peak, twisting the nub between his powerful fingers.

“Oh! My! God! Yes!“ My body erupted into a million pieces and as I shattered, Romeo roared with his release, filling my hot channel with his seed. I lay on the desk gasping, but he wasn’t done.

“You’ll lick my cock clean.” He placed me on my knees and I instantly obeyed, opening my mouth. It was a blessing in a way, that he was taking the lead. My body was shaking with the intensity of our coitus.

He placed his dripping cock head inside my mouth.

“Mmm,” I moaned. He tasted both sweet and salty, the blend no doubt of our shared release.

He held the sides of my head, fucking my mouth with his semi-hard cock. A few strokes later, his cock lengthened and he slid it past my defenses and down my throat.

I choked and he pulled back, gazing down at me from above with a smirk of satisfaction. I could only imagine what he must be seeing: Saliva and semen dripped down my sweaty, flushed face onto my bare breasts, my damp hair hanging over my lust-glazed eyes, mouth open and breath heaving.

“You look so fucking gorgeous wearing my cum on your face, Principessa.”

His words were so dirty that despite being satiated, my clit throbbed for more. I moaned as he fucked my face, completely at his mercy and loving every second of it. If I’d known sex could be this good, I would have been a wanton slut long before I met my husband.

His cock hardened and lengthened, gagging me as I worked to relax my throat. But just as I adjusted to the invasion, he pulled out.

Tugging me to my feet, Romeo lifted me onto the desk, placing me on all fours, spreading my thighs apart. Gripping my hips in his strong veiny hands, he thrust his raging hard-on between my quivering slick lips and sunk home. Once he had the rhythm he wanted, he reached under my body, grasping my breast, his finger squeezing the sensitive buds.

I shuddered as an orgasm ripped through me, soaking his cock. He pulled out and pressed his cock head inside my rosette and past the tight ring of muscle, filling my ass. I fought the invasion until he spanked my clit.

“Oh!” The sting stole my resistance and he sunk all the way in.

“Hang onto the desk, Vittoria.”

I did, gripping the edge tightly as he rode me. It was a savage invasion, just like he said it would be. What he didn’t say was how much I’d love it. The burn as he took what he wanted from me tipped me over the edge.

My muscles tightened as my pussy spasmed. Romeo grunted and then held my hips in a death grip as he unloaded for a second time. When he pulled out, his cum dripped onto the desk before I could close my legs.

He was right when he said he’d fuck me until I couldn’t stand. I lay draped over his desk, not an ounce of energy left in my body. I heard him moving behind me then he gathered me in his arms, not saying a word.

Romeo pressed a panel hidden behind a book on his extensive book shelving and a secret door opened. I wanted to ask him why he had a secret door, and where it led but I had not the energy to say or do anything. Cradled in his arms, I felt absurdly like something from a dark fairytale. Dangerous. Possessive. The kind where the monster always claimed the girl in the end.

“That’s my brother.”

Huh? Did he just read my mind? Or had I spoken aloud without realizing? I was about to ask what he meant when he pressed on another panel. A door slid open and we were in our bedroom.

“What the hell?”