Misguided Vows: Chapter 30

I’m pinned against the door before it even shuts behind us. His mouth is on mine, his hands curving over my figure and crumpling the soft fabric of my dress. I’m arching into him, my body an absolute whore for his touch. The only thing keeping me in this room is him, as I focus on his every touch and demand.

The bottle of champagne slips out of my hand and falls to the floor, but he ignores it; he grips my ass and lifts me. I wrap my legs around his waist, and he carries me to the bed.

We pull away from each other momentarily to appreciate one another. His beautiful blue eyes, a raging storm of desire, stare into mine, and that cocky smile forming a dimple makes me want to slap him for it. But not until after his head has been between my legs.

He shifts my weight, now holding me with only one arm, as he moves a piece of my hair out of my face. “Fuck, you’re beautiful.”

My heart skips, and I hate the way it twists a new sense of unease within me. Because flattery like that should only be sexual, it shouldn’t make me feel any type of way. Especially after the conversation we just had.

“You still talk too much,” I say as I lean down to kiss him. My manicured nails dig into his cheek as I bite and pull on his bottom lip. He chuckles as he throws me onto the bed. I jolt under the force, but before I can adjust myself, he’s on his knees with his head between my legs.

I arch over him as his mouth remorsefully attacks my clit through the fabric of my panties.

“Fuck, I missed this sweet pussy,” he purrs as he pushes the scrap of material to the side and his tongue strokes me. I sigh in relief, and anticipation swarms in my core. No matter how many times I’ve masturbated and fantasized about the first time, it’s not as good as the real thing.

This man knows how to use his tongue. My fingers rake through his hair as I push him closer to me, demandingly and hungrily. He chuckles as he inserts a finger. “You’re awfully greedy tonight, milady.”

“Keep calling me that and I won’t let you taste this sweet pussy ever again,” I say as I shove his face back to work.

For once, he doesn’t have a smartass comment. He just busily goes to work, eating me out as God intended for him to do. He inserts another finger, and I’m shamelessly rolling my hips into him, looking for the high of my next release.

He lifts a hand to my tit, cupping and twisting it through the light feeling fabric of my dress. I arch into him, in utter bliss, as he continues pumping his fingers into me. It’s great, but I want more. I want him.

I open my eyes and adjust myself slightly. “I want you inside of me.”

He pulls away with an arrogant smile. “If we’re making requests, I want my cock in your mouth.”

I bite my bottom lip and come to a sitting position. I edge the tip of my nail under his chin. “That’s a special service.”

“I think I’m a special kind of guy.” He stands from his knees to his full height, towering over me, and I can’t help but stare at him. This man is infuriatingly sexy.

“Take your dress off,” he orders as he begins to undo his shirt. My gaze dips to the bulge pressing against the fly of his pants, and I swallow hard. Expectantly. I get onto my knees and then slip off the bed. We stand, staring at each other from across the bed.

I watch as his hands trail down his buttons, my pussy still pounding from being denied an orgasm. But I want it when he’s inside of me instead of his tongue. I unzip the back of my dress slowly, knowing it’s torture for him.

The dress falls to the floor just as his shirt does.

“The bra and panties,” he orders.

I arch an eyebrow. “How about you remove the pants first?”

He flashes an arrogant smile and takes off his pants. I admire the view, the bold muscles flexing as his suit trousers hit the floor. His eyebrow raises in challenge as I take an appreciative glance at the hard, veiny cock pointing in my direction. Fuck, I’m hungry for him.

I unclip the back of my bra and then easily slip the G-string to the floor. I go to step out of my heels, but my ankle gives out, and I bump into the desk with all the monitors.

He’s across the room within seconds, catching me so I don’t hurt myself. I internally laugh at myself. That is until I hear a woman moaning. I freeze as I look over my shoulder.

Was he watching porn before he left? When I see what’s on the monitor though, I’m shocked to realize it’s not just anyone. It’s me.

In this very room. I spin on Will in shock as I realize he filmed us when we had sex here last time.

“What is this?” I demand. I’m in disbelief as I watch us entangled within one another. I moan on the screen again, and I’m both mortified and mesmerized as I watch him eat me out as he strokes himself.

I turn back to Will, who casually shrugs. “You did tell me to go home, play my games, and play with myself. So I did.”

My eyebrows furrow. I should hate this. Be shocked. But the pounding in my pussy hasn’t stopped. “Do you record all the women you bring back here?”

His naked body presses in behind me, and I can feel his cock push against my inner thigh.

“I don’t bring anyone else here, Alina,” he says as he kisses my shoulder, spreading a fire down my arm.

I should hate this, shouldn’t I? But I can’t look away.

“This is illegal, you know?” I say breathlessly, but I can’t look away. And I’m once again conscious of every part of me he touches.

“Yet you can’t look away,” he claims as he kisses down my neck and his cock presses firmer against my thigh. “You’re a fucking goddess, Alina. Look at yourself.” I can’t help but do as he says, watching and hearing us fuck. I keep watching as he lines his cock up against my entrance.

I shouldn’t be into this. But I am.

“Do you always record your sexual encounters?”

“With you, yes,” he breathes as he points to a camera on his third monitor. His hand curls around my front and begins to circle my clit, and I’m hit with a new wave of pleasure.

“Is it recording us now?” I pant. This is dangerous. What will he do with it? What if someone else sees it?

“Yes. And you like it.”

I want to disagree with him, but I can’t. My body melts against him. Fuck.

His foot kicks one of my legs out and then the other. “Do you want this cock, sweetheart? Do you want to watch us while we fuck? Get off on your own moans and screams as I fill your pussy with my cum?” he asks as he glides the tip of his cock against my folds.

A small whimper escapes me, and I’m at his mercy. I shouldn’t let him do this, right? But, somehow, I trust him with this.

This hot, unfiltered, raw version of us on display.

“Say you want my cum filling you up like a filthy whore. That you want it dripping down your legs so I can stuff you all over again.”

“I want—” You. The word goes unsaid as his hand moves from my clit to wrap around my throat. His other hand is on my hip as he slams into me. And, fuck me, I feel incredibly full.

He has me pinned in a position where I have nowhere else to look but at the video of us fucking.

He slams into me again, and the sound of my own moan coming from the screen makes me so incredibly wet. I moan in real life as I unapologetically stare at the screen and Will begins pumping me from behind.

“Say you want me to fill you,” he growls, and his grip around my throat tightens. Oh, fuck me. I’m already a wet mess.

“I want you to fill me,” I say breathlessly.

Yes, I want that.

Yes, I want this.

Yes.

Fuck, I’m so fucking wet. He’s slamming into me, and I want to milk him dry. For my pussy to swallow every drop he’s able to give.

Fuck, why is this turning me on so much?

I’m confused but on a completely different level to what I’ve ever known.

“Watch me fill you up,” Will instructs, and I see him on the screen, pounding into me, my legs around his waist.

“Yes, I want you to fill me up,” I say, a little disoriented. I’m watching myself be fucked while I’m being fucked, and it’s the weirdest and hottest thing I’ve ever done.

Will’s hand trails from my hip to my clit, and he begins circling it, making my toes curl.

Oh fuck.

“I’m about to fill you to the brim. Are you watching, Alina?”

“Y-yes. I-I want it again,” I stutter out as I see him thrust into me on the screen. And then I hear myself scream out “William!”

I shatter into a million pieces, bewildered that there was no climb, just a fall straight over the edge.

He’s still got me pinned as he thrusts into me one final time, and I can feel him jerking inside me, filling me, as I crash against him in waves of cum. At first, I think I might be pissing myself until I realize, with shock, that I’m squirting.

Oh my gosh.

“See how your body responds to me?” Will asks into my ear. “The way you want my cum to fill you?” He pulls out, and his fingers glide against my folds, rubbing our combined mess into me.

“I want you full of me, and my cock glistening with how wet you are.”

I’m shocked, mortified, and not done in the slightest.

I shouldn’t want this depravity, but something in me has snapped. This is everything I’ve ever wanted.

I wrap my hand around his throat as I arch into his fingers that are stuffing me.

“You better be able to fuck me like that again in five minutes, or I’ll never see you again.”

He chuckles as he presses me against the desk.

“Should I put it on replay, love? Do you want to come to my sweet nothings all over again?”

“I want you to fill me up again and again and again.”