Misguided Vows: Chapter 22

She is lying naked before me on the bed, looking like a fucking goddess.

And my cock starts getting hard again just from staring at her. She’s leaning back on her elbows, a smirk curving her lips, as she asks me about the plane.

Fuck, the plane.

“How do you have so much money in the first place?” she asks, sitting up and taking the towel from me. “And so help me God, if you have any diseases, I will find you and chop your cock off myself,” she adds, which makes me laugh.

“I don’t usually fuck women without protection, so no, I don’t have diseases.”

“Good. I’m on birth control,” she informs me as she cleans herself up.

“Pity,” I mutter, and her eyes shoot up to mine and narrow. Because having her milk my cock was the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced. And for a moment, I considered what it would be like to trap this woman. To feed her my cum until her belly was swollen with my child.

I smirk as I step closer to the bed, amused at her glare. “My tongue can clean you up, if you wish.” Those eyes, that were narrowed just a moment ago, open wider, and she hesitates to give me anything to read off. She’s a nice girl, a good girl. At least that’s what I think until she opens her legs and discards the towel.

Oh boy, she’s a bad girl.

So fucking bad.

I waste no time crawling over and burying my head between her thighs. I take one taste and then do it again. A soft moan slips from her lips, and I smile as I lick her again. I could listen to that forever.

What the actual fuck?

Listen to that forever?

Am I fucking drunk?

No, I’m high on pussy.

And do I stop eating said pussy, which is making me delusional?

No. That answer is no.

Her hand slides down to my hair. She grips it and takes control.

Fuck.

Her legs spread a little wider, and I move my hand between her legs and slip one finger straight into her. Her hips start moving faster, and I add another finger. Her hips don’t slow down as she rides my face.

Soon, both her hands are in my hair, pulling me in whichever direction she wants me.

I let her.

Because this is all about her.

I knew I would love the taste of her.

But fuck.

I’m eating her pussy like it’s my last meal.

And I’m already thinking about when I can have it again.

I’m royally fucked.

As soon as she comes, her hands tighten in my hair. She lets out a scream and closes her legs, telling me to stop, as she pushes my head away. When I sit up, I wipe my mouth, and find her trying to catch her breath, her chest heaving up and down.

“My turn,” I say. She smiles lazily and shakes her head.

“No, I think it’s time I leave.”

My hand falls to my cock, and her eyes follow. I start to stroke it as she gets off the bed, not taking her eyes off me.

I grip my cock harder as she opens her mouth just a little bit before she shakes her head and meets my eyes.

“You don’t want to sit on it?” I ask. She shakes her head, but her gaze drifts back to my cock. “Bounce on it, perhaps?” She moves to where I stand at the end of the bed, and I turn so I’m facing her. Her eyes lock on me as she smiles, and I feel her covering my hand with her own. I move my hand slightly so she can touch me. At the feel of her soft palm on my dick, I lean in to kiss her, but she pulls back.

“This was fun,” she says as I try to kiss her again. But she leans away, still stroking me. “But it has to end. Thanks for the orgasms. I think I’ll sleep well tonight.” She releases my cock and smiles before finding her clothes and quickly dressing. I watch as she collects her jacket and goes straight to the door. When she pulls it open, room service is standing there with a bottle of champagne, and her eyes go wide, but she doesn’t bother shutting the door as she turns back to me.

“I’ll expect a plane tomorrow afternoon.” She plucks the bottle of the champagne out of the shocked hotel employee’s hand.

“It’s a date,” I call out after her, and she flips me off, leaving the door open—and the hotel employee still staring at me in shock—as she walks away.