My Vows, His C*ck

“I want you,” I gasped. “I need you, Kyle. Please… just fu¢k me.”

Kyle groaned, grinding his hard c0ck against me. I was already wet, ready for him.

“That’s my filthy little nun,” he said, voice was low and rough. “I’m gonna fu¢k you so good you forget everything else.”

He pushed in slowly, stretching me wide. I cried out, my nails digging into his shoulders.

It hurt, but not in a way that made me stop. My hips moved without thinking, trying to meet every thrust.

“Kyle,” I moaned louder, “Oh God…”

He smirked, one hand slipping to my throat, not squeezing, just holding. His control made me tremble.

“You’re taking me so well,” he murmured. “Look at you. All mine.”

His other hand found my nipple and pinched. I gasped, clenching around him.

“This is what you were made for,” he said. “Not a convent. This. Me.”

Tears welled in my eyes. The pain. The pleasure. The chaos. It was too much and not enough at the same time.

“I can’t go back,” I whispered, shaking. “I can’t live like that anymore.”

“Damn right you can’t,” he growled, slamming into me harder. “You belong right here. Under me. Moaning for my c0ck.”

His thumb found my cl!t and I almost came right then.

“Oh God, Kyle!”

“Say it,” he rasped. “Tell me you’re mine.”

“Yes! I’m yours, Kyle!” I gasped, completely undone.

“Fu¢k yes.” He started thrusting harder and rougher. “You’re gonna need this c0ck every day now.”

He leaned down, sucking my nipple into his mouth, biting gently. I whimpered, clinging to him.

“Come for me,” he said. “Show me how much you love it.”

But suddenly, he pulled out.

I gasped, my body aching at the loss. “Kyle…”

“Not yet,” he murmured. “Wanna taste you first.”

He moved down, spreading my legs wider. Then his mouth was on my pμ$sy, slow at first, then faster, his tongue was working me down there until I was shaking.

“Fuck, you taste like sin,” he groaned, sucking my cl!t.

“Kyle, I can’t–” I moaned, gripping the sheets. “It’s too much…”

He just laughed, and the vibration made me jolt.

“You’re gonna take it all, angel.”

Then two fingers slid inside me, curling, finding that spot. His tongue didn’t stop.

I was falling apart. Every nerve on fire.

“Kyle… please,” I begged. “I need you back inside me. Please…”

He lifted his head, his lips were slick with my juices. And he was smiling.

“Beg for it.”

“I am,” I sobbed. “Please, Kyle. I need your c0ck. Now.”

He groaned, crawling back up. His eyes were dark and wild.

“You don’t know how hot you are when you beg.”

Then he thrust back in, hard.

I screamed. “Kyle! It hurts!”

I was raw. But the pleasure hit quick. My body adjusted, and I moved with his.

“Still tight,” he growled. “This pμ$sy’s mine. All mine.”

I clung to him, chasing every thrust. My body was close, again.

“I’m gonna... Kyle–!”

“Do it,” he growled, his thumb was on my cl!t again. “Come for me. Show me who owns you.”

I broke.

I screamed his name, shaking like a leaf as I came around him. He groaned loud, thrust deep, and I felt him come inside me, filling me up with his hot and thick cμm.

He collapsed on top of me, both of us were gasping for air.

Then he rolled to the side and pulled me close. His hand stroked my hair gently, a contrast to everything we had just done.

“They can’t touch you,” he said quietly. “Not your parents. Not the convent. You don’t belong to them.”

I pressed my face into his chest. “What if they find out?” I whispered. “What if they know?”

“Let them,” he said. “You’re not theirs. You’re mine. And I’ll protect what’s mine.”

He kissed my forehead. “You’re supposed to take your vows next week, right? Walk away. I’ll be here. Just say the word.”

I held him tighter, my heart was racing. My whole life felt like it was slipping through my fingers. And Kyle… he was chaos, but he felt real.

His scent clung to my skin. His cμm was still between my thighs. And I hated how much I didn’t want to leave this bed.

Then... buzz.

My phone.

I grabbed it. And my chest squeezed tight.

It was a message from Dad.

A photo of my rosary on the altar, and a single line: “Mirabel, show us your devotion. We’ll be at the convent tomorrow. Be ready.”

Everything in me froze. My lungs stopped working.

Kyle's c0ck was still inside me. I didn’t want him to leave. I didn’t want this to end.

But tomorrow… my family would walk into the convent expecting their perfect daughter. Not the girl lying in a stranger’s bed, marked up and ruined.

The phone slipped from my hand.

“What do I do?” I whispered.

Panic rose fast. My whole body trembled.

Kyle sat up, watching me closely. “What’s wrong, baby?”

I looked at him. Really looked. And I knew: He wasn’t just a mistake. He was a choice.

A choice I might not be able to undo.

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TO BE CONTINUED…

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Author's Note:

Hey everyone! Thanks for sticking with Mirabel and Kyle through this crazy chapter. We got a glimpse into how deep their connection runs, it's not just a physical thing anymore. With her dad's message, Mirabel's world is officially about to collide with her forbidden new reality. What do you think she'll do? Is she going to run back to the convent, or is she going to stay with the one guy who’s willing to fight for her? Let me know in the comments!