He holds me down with one hand while he fumbles with his pants with the other. Without warning, he fills me with his cock, and I let out a sound that is a mix of pain and pleasure.
“Oh, fuck,” I groan as my pussy stretches around his girth.
I love the way it feels, the burn of it reminds me I’m alive along with the way my heart pounds in my chest. All I can hear for a moment is a ringing in my ears along with the rush of myblood through my veins. It’s as if time stands still for a moment while Angelo freezes with his length buried as deep inside of me as possible.
“You feel so fucking good,” he grits out through his teeth.
It’s impossible not to watch him in the mirror. His chin is tucked against his chest as he looks down and takes in the site of his thick dick opening up my pussy and taking all of him. The way he caresses my ass is both a tease and a warning.
My body tenses, expecting him to spank me, but he doesn’t. He grips my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh as he raises his head and meets my eyes in the mirror. His pupils are blown so wide I can’t even tell his eyes are hazel.
With a wink, he pulls out slowly before slamming deep inside of me again. I throw my head back and my blond curls fly around even though I should care about messing it up after I put so much time into getting it right.
But when he is inside of me? It’s the only thing that matters.
When his fingers tangle in my hair, he tugs and forces me to arch my neck and back. I moan at the feeling of him dominating me. It’s a feeling I crave. It’s a feeling I need.
“Yes, Angelo,” I moan before pleading, “more.”
“You’ll take what I give.”
I watch as the tendons in Angelo’s neck strain with how hard he’s gritting his teeth together. The walls of my pussy squeeze around his length and he lets out a grunt of approval. When I do it again, something dangerous flashes in his eyes.
Is it wrong that I want to push him to the edge of his control?
Fuck, the way this man plays my body is intoxicating. Every time he fucks me feels like I’m floating through the ether and will never be found again. But he’s always right there to make sure I make it back to reality.
And then he’ll send me floating again and again.
He holds me in place and fucks me harder and faster. I swear I can feel the crown of his cock hitting the end of my channel every time he goes deep. And I love it.
The knot in my belly gets tighter and tighter with every thrust. When I’m teetering right on the edge, Angelo’s eyes shift and sharpen like he knows exactly what he’s doing to me.
He probably does.
“You take my cock so well,la mia pace,” his voice is husky.
My nipples are hard points rubbing against the inside of my dress. The friction of it has my eyes rolling back in my head. I’m going to come. Hard.
“After I fill you with my cum,” he growls, “I’m not going to let you clean up. I want my cum sliding out of your well-used cunt and coating your thighs. There will be no doubt who you belong to. Do you know why?”
I look in his eyes and whimper at the possessive way he’s looking at me. He owns me. All of me.
“Why?” My voice breaks as I push the question past my lips. I’m almost too far gone to say a damn word.
Bliss is right there. But just out of reach. I want to feel the high only this man can give me. I’m desperate for it.
“Because you’ll smell like my cum and everyone will know I filled up your sweet cunt before the party.”
His words are all I need. When he fills me to the hilt, his thrust brutal and perfect, I explode. My entire body locks up, but I give myself over to it. Angelo’s got me.
He won’t let me fall.
“Angelo,” I whisper his name. A prayer. A wish. A dream come true.
My eyes slide closed just as he fucks into me one more time and pushes as deep as he can. Every jet of his cum against the entrance of my womb has me shuddering and making sounds wrapped up in pure pleasure.
I lean forward just enough for my forehead to rest against the cool mirror. It feels great against my heated skin.
