“More,” she gasps. “Please, more—”
“Greedy.” But I add another finger, curling them to hit that spot inside that makes her cry out. “That’s it. Take what I give you.”
My mouth works her clit while my fingers fuck her mercilessly, and within minutes she’s trembling, on the edge, desperate. But I don’t let her fall. Every time she gets close, I back off, keeping her suspended in that perfect torture.
“Please.” She’s begging now, exactly like I wanted. “Please, I need—I can’t—”
“You can. You will. You’ll come when I tell you to come and not before.” My free hand slides up to grip her throat,not choking, just holding, reminding her who’s in control. “Now, be a good girl and give me what’s mine.”
My fingers curl hard inside her, my thumb replacing my mouth on her clit, and the combination finally pushes her over. She comes with a scream that echoes off the walls, her body bowing off the bed, clenching so hard around my fingers it’s almost painful.
Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful.
She’s still shaking when I slide up her body, positioning myself at her entrance. “Look at me. I want to see your eyes when I take you.”
Her gaze meets mine, dazed, satisfied, but still hungry. “Please.”
“Please what?”
“Please fuck me, sir.”
Those three words destroy the last shred of my restraint. I push inside in one hard thrust, and the sensation of her heat, her tightness, her body stretching to accommodate me, Cristo, nothing has ever felt this good.
“Alessandro!” My name tears from her throat.
“Mine.” The word comes out possessive, claiming. “Say it. Tell me you’re mine.”
“Yours. God, I’m yours—”
“Good girl.” My hips start moving, setting a brutal pace that has her gasping with every thrust. “This is what you wanted. What you begged for. My cock inside you, fucking you like you’re mine to use.”
“Yes, please, don’t stop—”
No intention of stopping. Not when she feels this perfect. Not when every sound she makes drives me closer to the edge. Notwhen her nails are digging into my back hard enough to leave marks that will serve as reminders tomorrow.
“Touch yourself.” The command comes out harsh. “I want to feel you come on my cock.”
Her hand slides between our bodies, finding her clit, and the added sensation makes her clench harder around me. “I’m close, so close—”
“Not yet. Hold it.” My hand finds her throat again, applying just enough pressure to make her gasp. “You come when I tell you. Understand?”
“Yes, sir.” The words are broken, desperate. “Please, I can’t hold it much longer—”
“Roll over. On your hands and knees.”
I pull out, ignoring her whimper at the loss, and manhandle her into position. This angle lets me go deeper, lets me see the curve of her spine, the way her ass looks raised for me.
“Beautiful.” One hand grips her hip hard enough to bruise. The other tangles in her hair, pulling her head back. “You’re going to take everything I give you. Every. Single. Inch.”
The thrust back inside makes her cry out, and this position somehow feels even better. Deeper. More possessive. Like I’m claiming territory that will always belong to me.
“Next time,” my voice comes out dark with promise, “I’m going to take this ass too. Going to fill every hole, mark you everywhere, make sure there’s not an inch of you that doesn’t remember who you belong to.”
“Yes.” She’s barely coherent now, lost in sensation. “Anything, everything, just don’t stop—”
My hand releases her hair and slides around to find her clit again, circling the sensitive bundle with practiced precision. “Come. Now. Come for me, Elena.”
She shatters, screaming my name, her body clenching so hard around me it triggers my own release. I empty inside herwith a groan that sounds almost pained, hips jerking through aftershocks as she milks every drop.
