VOWS OF SIN

Chapter twelve

THE RUNWAY BACKSTAGE DURING FITTING

PT 2

Nova grabbed Elliot’s platinum hair with a firm grip and pulled his face between her thighs.

She pressed her slick p***y directly against his mouth.

“Eat me,” she ordered, her voice calm and commanding.

She held her phone above them, camera pointed down to capture everything. Elliot opened his mouth immediately and started licking her. His tongue ran along her wet folds, tasting her salty-sweet juices. He sucked gently on her swollen lips, then moved up to her c**t.

“Slower,” Nova said. She kept her hand tight in his hair, guiding him.

“Use your tongue flat, and deeper. Make me feel it.”

Elliot obeyed.

He pressed his tongue harder against her c**t and licked in long, slow strokes.

Nova’s powerful legs trembled slightly as she ground her hips against his face.

Her fishnet stockings rubbed against his cheeks. Her juices coated his mouth, chin, and nose. He licked deeper, pushing his tongue inside her tight hole, then sucked on her c**t again. Low moans escaped Nova’s throat, but she never lost control of her tone.

“Look up at the camera,” she told him.

Elliot looked up while he ate her p***y.

The large mirror at the end of the runway reflected the entire scene back to them, the powerful choreographer standing tall in her black dress and boots, fishnet legs spread, while the naked male model knelt in front of her, face buried between her thighs.

Nova rocked her hips faster, grinding her wet p***y on his tongue. She pulled his hair harder when he hit the right spot.

“Right there. Suck it.” Her thighs tightened around his head.

She brought herself close to the edge, her breathing getting faster, her legs shaking more. Then she slowed down and pulled his head back slightly, edging herself. She did this three more times, using his mouth to get right to the brink before stopping.

Elliot’s c**k throbbed hard between his legs. Pre-c*m dripped from the tip onto the platform floor. His face was shiny with her juices. He was terrified and completely obsessed at the same time.

After the last edge, Nova pulled his head back. “Get up.”

Elliot stood on shaky legs.

Nova turned and walked to the makeup counter at the side of the runway platform. She bent over it, resting her forearms on the surface. She hiked her black dress up over her ass, exposing her bare p***y and round cheeks.

In the big mirror, Elliot could see her face, her eyes watching him, and her wet p***y glistening for him.

Nova reached back with one hand and spread her ass cheek. “Come here. Guide your c**k to my pussy.”

Elliot stepped behind her. His hands trembled as he took his hard c**k and rubbed the head along her soaked folds.

She was incredibly wet. Nova kept filming over her shoulder, the phone capturing both their reflections.

“Push in, slowly at first.” She ordered.

Elliot pressed forward.

The head of his c**k stretched her tight entrance and slid inside. Her p***y was hot and wet, gripping him firmly. He groaned as he pushed deeper, savoring the tight heat wrapped around his shaft. Inch by inch, he buried himself until his hips pressed against her ass.

“f**k me, now. Harder.” Nova said, looking straight at him in the mirror.

He started thrusting. At first the strokes were controlled, pulling back and driving in deep. The sound of his hips meeting her ass filled the empty fashion house.

Nova’s willowy body rocked forward with every thrust. Her jet-black bob swayed as she took his c**k. Her fishnet-covered legs stayed straight in her high boots.

“Faster,” she demanded.

Elliot gripped her hips and f****d her harder. His hips slapped loudly against her ass. In the mirror, he watched his c**k disappear inside her p***y again and again.

Her juices coated his shaft, making it shiny. Nova continued filming over her shoulder, catching every expression on his face, the mix of fear, lust, and desperation.

The f*****g turned urgent.

Elliot pounded into her, his balls slapping against her c**t with every deep thrust. Nova’s body jolted forward against the makeup counter. Her nails dug into the surface, leaving marks. She moaned louder now, pushing back to meet his thrusts.

“Harder. Give me everything,” she ordered.

He f****d her with raw force. The mirror showed everything clearly, her dress bunched around her waist, her ass rippling with each impact, his thick c**k stretching her p***y. Sweat ran down Elliot’s chest. His platinum hair stuck to his forehead.

Nova’s breathing grew ragged. Her p***y started clenching around him. “I’m going to come,” she said, still filming. “Don’t stop.”

She came hard.

Her body shook as her p***y clamped down around his c**k. She cried out, the sound echoing through the empty space. Her walls pulsed and squeezed him tightly, flooding his c**k with more wetness. Her legs trembled.

The tight contractions pushed Elliot over the edge. He thrust deep and held himself there as he came. Hot spurts of c*m shot inside her, filling her p***y.

He groaned loudly, hips jerking as he pumped every drop into her. They stayed locked together, his c**k buried deep while her p***y milked him.

Nova straightened up slowly and Elliot’s c**k slipped out of her. Thick white c*m leaked from her p***y and ran down her fishnet-covered thighs in slow, sticky trails.

She turned to face him, still holding the phone. Her red lipstick was slightly smeared. She grabbed the back of his neck and kissed him possessively, her tongue pushing into his mouth. The kiss was deep and claiming.

When she pulled back, she looked him straight in the eyes. “Every future fitting will end exactly like this, you belong to me now. Do you understand?”

Elliot nodded, breathing hard. “Yes.”

He was marked with her red lipstick prints, scratches on his chest, and her c*m mixed with his leaking down her thighs.

His c**k twitched again at her words. He knew he was completely owned and there was no going back.

Nova lowered her dress and wiped a trail of c*m from her thigh with her finger. She brought it to his lips. “Clean it.”

Elliot sucked her finger into his mouth without hesitation, tasting their mixed juices. Nova smiled with satisfaction, still filming the final moment.