Still keeping a hold on my hair, he glides his other hand to my clit, strumming over me. I can barely keep myself from falling to the bed, but I manage to stay on my knees, arching into him, meeting him thrust after thrust. I want to prolong this, keep him inside me, forget everything and everyone. The headboard slams off the wall in a rhythmic dance. His cock hardens. He groans.
“I’m going to fill you up with my come. You ready for me,tesoro?”
“God, yes,” I barely rasp out.
I don’t know if it’s his words or the way he plays with my clit or the last, powerful thrust he gives me, like he’s trying to go deeper than ever before. Whatever it is, I can’t hold on any longer. The pleasure detonates inside me, and I’m clamping down on him, screaming his name as he does what he promised. The scalding rush of him inside me only adds to the intensity, and I collapse onto the bed, dazed with pleasure, filled with Alessio’s come, his throbbing cock still planted inside me.
Chapter 16
SAINT
I ease out of Isla, wondering what the fuck is wrong with me and yet simultaneously not even giving a shit. Her pussy strangling my cock bare is the best sensation I’ve had in my life, hands down. I came so hard I saw black stars.
I’ve never fucked a woman without a condom before.
Not once before tonight.
I’ve also never forgotten myself the way I did with her. Yeah, it was the emotions roiling inside me that had me feral before I even walked through the door. But it was alsoher. I took one look at her, sexy and beautiful and standing in my apartment like she belongs to me, and I knew what I needed.
Her pussy on my face. Her come dripping down my cock to my balls. The sweet taste of her cunt on my tongue. I needed her moaning my name.
I still need all that, and it doesn’t matter that I’ve just railed her like we’re amateur porn stars shooting an at-home film.
There’s something else I need, though, and when she tries to roll over, I stop her, planting my hands on her upper thighs.
“Stay like this.” I spread her wider, admiring her all pink and wet, my come leaking out of her pussy.
My spent dick instantly gets half hard again. I wish I could get my phone and take a picture to look at later. It’s filthy and beautiful, her and me mixed together like this, as if this is how it was always meant to be. I wasn’t lying when I said her pussy is a work of art, and it’s even more so with me spilling out of her.
Before I can even think about what I’m doing, I sink a finger into her, pushing my come back inside. Her pussy tightens on my finger, and she moans, lifting her ass to drag me deeper.
“What are you doing?” she asks, though she doesn’t move.
She likes it, and she’s still in a haze of pleasure from all the orgasms I gave her.
I fuck her with my finger some more. “I like my come in you.”
Pity it can’t stay there forever. The idea of her walking around all day long with my come seeping out of her pussy makes my dick go fully hard. A surge of possessiveness so potent I can almost taste it rushes through me.
This woman is mine. For as long as I can keep her. The next week and a half.
“How does it feel, being full of me?” I add a second finger, working in and out of her.
“Good.” She makes a little sound in the back of her throat.
I work her faster. “I’m going to keep filling you up with my come. This is my pussy now.”
“Alessio,” she moans, half plea.
The way she’s tightening on me, I think she’s close to coming again.
The slick sound of me gliding my fingers in and out of her cunt fills the air. I’m a man possessed.
“That’s it, baby. Come on my fingers while you’re still filled with me. You like the way it feels, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she hisses.
And I need to have my mouth on her again.
