Promised to Another

Annora:

I fell to my knees slowly; nothing but the soft, freshly vacuumed carpet rested beneath my skin.

I take a deep breath while looking up at the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen.

I knew this wasn't right. Our relationship behind closed doors was something most would frown upon, but I didn't care.

Not now.

Not when I was with him.

Not ever.

"Please give me the strength to make him feel the way I feel right now," I thought to myself as he smiled back down at me. 

 

Our eyes connected. The harmony was palpable and unspoken, like something that had been destined for years.

I swear to the heavens, I could have orgasmed just from his eye contact. 

I bit my lip, nearly drawing blood from the nerves that were coursing through me just before I gripped his semi-hard cock in my hand. 

I tugged on him slowly at first, feeling his soft, warm skin beneath my fingers as he smirked at me approvingly.  

 

It was the approval. 

The way his eyes told me stories, and his lips never had to say what he was thinking verbally.

This is what kept me coming back.

"That's perfect," he murmured to me. 

The sound of his voice and his validation nearly stopped my heart altogether. 

I wanted nothing more than to make him satisfied. 

 

His cock quickly came to attention as my lips slid over the saliva I used to lubricate the head of his cock. His hands gripped the back of my head, his fingers lacing through the strands of my locks.

My eyes never left his face as my delicate fingers gripped his base and my lips explored further down his length.

 

"Deeper..." he moans, not a command but not a suggestion either.

I opened up my throat, preparing for the intrusion I knew was to be expected.

As if reading my mind, he shoved his cock further into my throat giving little space for me to breathe. 

 

I gag lightly, not eliciting much of a response, but rather feeling his motions become more consistent and faster. 

I'm specifically tuning into how he is feeling, which tells me he has a burning need to have his way. 

To make me bend to his will and needs. 

And I will. He knows this much.

I held back the gag that I felt instinctively, knowing that he would appreciate it if I took him more willingly. 

His gaze met mine for a brief moment, erupting with butterflies and sending warmth down my body, driving my core to throb.

 

My hand reached up to grasp the veiny hard cock that was now devouring me. 

He welcomed my grasp on the inch of his cock that wasn't deep inside my throat.

 

"Don't stop" was his only command to me and I gladly obeyed as I bounced his cock in and out, forgetting entirely that it was pushing against my throat. 

 

He was all that mattered. 

 

"Don't stop" were the words that continued to repeating inside my brain and infest my thoughts as I swallowed his cock. 

The tip pressed hard into the back of my throat, eliciting another gag to escape. 

 

He chuckled, pulling out and giving me air. 

My cheeks were warm and flushed as he brushed the tip of his cock against my swollen lips. My body responded naturally to the way he created a need, a monster, something I could no longer control inside of me.

 

The bead of his pre-cum coated my lips as he swiped it along them slowly, begging me to taste him. 

My tongue peeked out excitedly, licking the juices he left behind, ready to taste and conform to what he needed.

He was my first. My only.

It happened naturally, we had known each other for years. 

 

"Relax," he said with an easy calm tone making my ass sink backwards against the heels of my feet, where I willingly waited for his next command.  

He leaned down, pushing a strand of hair behind my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. 

I shouldn't be here, but here I am—here with a man I could never walk the streets with.

A man that could never wed me or call me his wife but his cock would fill every inch of me by the end of this night and I would let him.

This wouldn't be the last time.

 

His index finger slid down my arm softly, causing goosebumps to form across my pale skin.

"Lift your arms." His tone was rough, commanding, exciting me to my core. 

 

My eyes flash up to meet his.  

 

I nod at him and smile, raising my arms. 

 

"That's my girl," he whispered, tugging my shirt above my head.

I'm not his girl, but on nights like this, we could pretend.

My breasts were now exposed and cold from the air around me. My nipples quickly perked up from the sensation of the cool breeze inside the room he had rented.

A room we had become accustomed to.

We learned long ago not to speak too much. 

Not now, not during the events that would unfold for the next several hours.

We would shower, get dressed, and resume our night as if our bodies didn't scream for each other.

We would continue to play pretend.

It doesn't take long before my bare skin is pressed against the soft, burgundy silk sheets. His body sneaking its way between my legs, hovering over mine, before his lips are peppering kisses along my neck and jaw.

Some of this was routine. Some of this was new. 

Why was it new?

I gasp and try to say his name, but he quickly cuts me off by pressing his lips against my own softly.

His lips are warm and wet, and he tastes like heaven, soon distracting me from the questions that are now building in my head.

"Shh," he warns, his lips brushing against mine as he speaks.

I gasp again, nodding yes, as he pushes my knees back against the bed, his cock soon sliding into me before I can make another sound.

"You'll be a good girl for me, won't you? "he adds, his eyes darting across my face as he pushes himself further into me.

All the will I had to question what had suddenly changed has left me.

He was all that mattered. 

Something deep in my soul told me that tonight wasn't our typical adventure. 

He was aware that our days were numbered, even if I had no intentions of stopping our secret affair.

This sent flutters through my stomach as he pulled out and slammed back into me.

I would be married to another in just a few short months, but tonight would be burned into my brain forever.