The shot of pain made me arch my back and sharply inhale. It was pleasurable just as it was painful, and I lived for it. I watch as he pulls on my nipple, letting it scrape against his teeth until it plops out as his grip aroundmy neck tightens. Emilio continued making his way down my body; the hand on my neck loosened and made its way to my other breast, tugging relentlessly. Emilio made his way to my pussy and dived right in, replacing his fingers with his tongue.
The same fingers that were inside me now entered my rectum, causing me to lift my pelvis in reaction, but Emilio just pushed me back down into the bed. The hand on my breast made its way to my clit, and he worked my lower region all at once—every weak spot hit. I was practically screaming in pleasure. I’ve never had any anal pleasure before, it always seemed daunting, but I was enjoying this. His fingers stretch out my tight hole as gently as possible. My entire body was reacting, and I knew this orgasm was going to be intense. But rather than let me finish, Emilio flipped me onto my stomach and lifted my hips so that my ass was up in the air. His hands open my ass cheeks, and he spits right into my crack. The wetness dripped down toward my anus as his thumb rubbed the spit around and into it. While on his knees, he grabbed my hair so that my back was pressed onto his chest. His erection at my hole made me shiver.
“Have you before?” he asked.
“No,” I whisper.
I knew what was going to happen and held my breath, waiting for the impact. Emilio has been aggressive, but he eased inside my butthole. Holding back from yelping, I took quick breaths until he was fully inside. He inhaled as though trying to contain himself as his cock twitched inside. Slowly, he thrust in and out of me. He kept his hand entangled in my hair, gripping hard and distracting me from the other pain. His other hand made its way to my clit, and he began to rub in rhyme to his thrusting. Suddenly the pain turned into pleasure, and once I began moaning, Emilio’s cock throbbed again. I was sure he was ready to cum.
“It’s okay,” I encouraged knowing he was trying to remain gentle.
Pushing me down so I was on my hands and knees, he grabbed my hips and began pounding his cock into me. With a few aggressive strokes, he lets out a growl, and his hot semen shoots inside. We fall onto the bed, with him onto me. As I remain on my stomach, Emilio lays on his back beside me.
A sexy smirk crossed his face, “I think I’ll keep you,” then places his lips onto my shoulder for a kiss.
We must have dozed off. The sound of a phone ringing wakes us. Emilio reaches onto the nightstand to answer it. He didn’t say much, just asked, “When?” “Where?” and “Let me know when he leaves.”
Jumping out of bed, he turns to me. “What do you know about a Nate Reilly?”
I shrug. “He works with Aria.”
“I know they are business partners, but I want to know if there’s more to it. Do me a favor—find out anything and everything.”
Sitting up, I nod my head. “What’s the problem?”
“He just showed up to the Lagos.”
“Why is that a problem?”
“Just odd, she spends the day with your brother, and then this guy shows up.”
Shrugging my shoulders, “I’m not making the connection.”
“Just find out whether Aria’s messing around with the guy.”
Emilio walks out of the room, and I hear him mumbling something to someone on the phone. When he walks back in, he heads straight toward me, grabs my ankle, and pulls me to the end of the bed toward him.
I squeal when he tosses me over his shoulder. “What are you doing?”
“Taking a shower, and I want the imprint of your ass cheeks on the glass.”
I wake up beside Emilio, who sleeps comfortably on his stomach, facing away from me. It shouldn’t be surprising he wasn’t a cuddler, but maybe that’s how flings work. Getting up to use the restroom, I look myself in the mirror naked. My nipples were purple, and I had bite marks on my body strategically placed where clothing normally covers. When I returned to the bedroom, Emilio was seated in bed, looking at his phone.
“Everything okay?” I asked.
He got out of bed. “I need to go.”
Chapter 19
While driving back to my place, my phone rings. When I see it, it is Luca, my body tenses.
“Get to my house. Now.”
His demand made me nervous.
“Sure,” I reply, “You sound on edge.”
“Just get here, Bethany.”
