“Be quiet,” I said, pulling mindlessly at his tie and trying to get his shirt open. I want to see those tattoos. I want to touch them and scratch his skin and I want him inside me. His enormous hands are gripping my ass and squeezing, lifting me a bit so I can pull down his zipper.
“Lift your arms,” he says, yanking my dress upward and stopping when it’s halfway over my head, my nose and mouth are free but my eyes are covered. He’s yanking open my bra and breaking the clasp. I don’t care.
“Dario?” I whisper.
“I'm right hereBellissima,”he promises, grabbing both of my breasts and squeezing them, tugging on my nipples and biting down my neck.“Cosiperfetta,so perfect,” he groans.
I can feel him pull out his cock, hard and hot and heavy against my stomach and I can feel the wet tip near my navel. How thehelldoes that thing fit in me?
“When I sink my fingers in you, are you going to be wet?” Dario whispers diabolically, nipping at my earlobe.
“I’m pretty sure the answer is yes,” I gasp, feeling three of his thick fingers enter me all at once.
He makes a pleased noise against my throat that almost makes me come right then and there. “Your tight littlefigais gripping my fingers,” he croons, kissing and biting at my lips and making me keep my arms over my head, arching my back and still blinded by my dress.
He’s thrusting his fingers viciously in and out of me, no tender warmup, he’s as greedy as I am right now and I don’t even care about the lewd-sounding squelch his hand makes. Putting a wet finger into my mouth, he whispers, “Taste how delicious you are.Gesù Cristo, Jesus Christ, my dick has been rock hard for a week, waiting for you to heal.”
I’m shifting around on his lap, trying to stabilize myself. “Is that why you haven’t so much as kissed me since that night at the Gala? I thought…”
Dario yanks my dress over my head and looks fiercely into my eyes. “Are you fucking kidding? I walk around all day with a perpetual hard-on!” He cups my jaw and kisses me more gently. “When bad things happen, I can wait until you’re ready again. But you’ve reduced me to nothing but a giant walking cock right now.”
I feel his wet fingers pull me open and his other hand guides his cock into me. He pulls me down hard and I shriek, clenching down on him.
“There you are…” he whispers diabolically in my ear, “there’s that perfect little pussy.” He gives a breathless chuckle, “But you’re going to have to loosen that Vulcan death grip on my cock. You’re cutting off the circulation to my legs.”
Then I’m laughing too, don’t ask me why and I’m greedily bounding up and down and I can feel the tip of him slamming against my cervix, electric sparks that hurt but it won’t stop me. He’s biting at my neck and leaning me back to get at my breasts again, pinching my nipples between his fingers and pulling me upright with them, ignoring my alarmed squeal.
“Keep going,la mia cattiva ragazza,my bad girl, my dirty girl,” he encourages me. When his hands go to my ass, he starts lifting and dropping me faster, using his hips and nearly bouncing me off his cock. Then I stiffen as I feel the tip of one of his fingers - wet from me - sliding inside my ass. “Ah, ah!” Dario says, slapping my left breast sharply, “I didn’t give you permission to stop. Just relax. Pain and pleasure go together so beautifully.”
Writhing on his lap, feeling his solid, thick cock throb in me is making me half insane and as his thumb toys with my clit, making little circles and then bigger ones, I barely notice his finger is inside my ass, pressing hard up to the knuckle.
“Do you like being filled by me, baby? Filled everywhere? My cock inside you, my finger in your ass? Soon, it’s going to be my dick inside your ass and a toy in your cunt.” He chuckles hoarsely as I bite his neck, trying to anchor myself, but it’s useless as he starts thrusting his hips up again, and within seconds, my abdomen is clenching with need.
“Can I come?” I blurt out, and he gives me a pleased grin.
“Such a good girl,” he says, “that’s right. Come on my cock right now, with my finger in your ass. Do it!”
I don’t need his permission,I think, but maybe I do, because the last two words make me explode as his hand cracks hard against my ass, screaming and writhing on him in a loud, messy way that isnotme. Or maybe… It's who I am now.
I can hear the faintpingsfrom the cooling engine and our ragged breathing. Dario pulls himself together faster than I do, cupping my face and kissing me thoroughly.
“There is nothing more beautiful than watching you come,” he whispers in my ear, clearly enjoying the little spray of goosebumps that his breath sparks.
With a groan, he lifts me off his lap and tidies me with a packet of wet wipes in his glove compartment. “Do you keep these for insane women who straddle you in the middle of traffic and go at it right there?” I ask, pulling on my undies.
“No,” he retorts, gingerly zipping his pants, “it’s for blood spray. That shit gets everywhere.”
I give a shocked little laugh. “Oh.”
“You’ll have to give me a minute before we drive home,” he said, “my legs are a bit shaky from getting half my body weight sucked out of my cock and into your snug little cunt.”
Then I’m giggling helplessly, and he’s watching with a grin as he finally starts the car and pulls back out onto the road. Taking us home.
Chapter Twenty-One
In which Cora gets railed good and hard.
Dario…
