“You like that?” Angelo hums, an edge of darkness to his voice. “We’ll see how much you like me when I’m done with you today.”
The uncertainty of his threat drifts away as he starts to fuck me with his fingers. Warmth rushes over my body, a violent sense of urgency spilling out of me as I start to beg him. I’m terrified he’s going to take me right to the edge and abandon me. Every thrust pushes me closer, escalating with a merciless intensity. And then, all at once, an endless cascade of pleasure crashes through me, stealing my breath and blurring my vision.
I come so hard I feel myself gushing all over his fingers. Angelo growls out his satisfaction, then, without warning, heshoves another vibrator in my pussy and turns it on. This one has an attachment that touches my clitoris, and the immediate overstimulation makes my entire body jerk.
I make some indecipherable noises I think are words, but Angelo denies me any reprieve. He leaves both vibrators on as he stalks around the platform and stops in front of me. His pants are hanging open at the waistband, briefs tugged down, his beautiful cock on full display.
When he winds my hair around his fist, I know foreplay is officially over. He guides his cock to my mouth, and I open for him, widening my jaw as he pushes so deep it feels like he might break it in half.
Once he’s lodged in my mouth, he grabs me by the throat with his other hand and uses that grip to fuck me. I’m so full, stretched in every possible way, it feels like there are three of him inside me.
I can’t move my head at all, but he’s angled me so our eyes remain locked. The rapture in his gaze melts my insides as he watches me surrender to him completely. He’s so hard for me as he uses my mouth, fucking me deep and rough. His pleasure ripples through me with every shuddered breath. I can feel his muscles tightening, feel the primal possession in his touch as he glances at the crowd. There’s no question this is his exhibition of ownership, and that does something to me I can’t put into words.
Before I can brace for it, another orgasm tears through me—sudden and relentless. Spasms rack my body as I clench around both vibrators, choking on Angelo’s cock. Tears stream down my face, and the guttural sound that vibrates up from my throat sends him over the edge right along with me.
His fingers compress the tender flesh of my neck, a tremor running all the way down his arm and into me as his cockconvulses in my mouth. Hot jets of cum spill over my tongue, filling me up as he gentles his grip and tilts my head back.
“Show them who you belong to,” he says roughly.
He doesn’t have to tell me what he wants. This is another display of his power as I swallow what he’s already given me and greedily suck his cock until there’s nothing left.
When he finally pulls himself free from my mouth, his thumb brushes my cheek. It’s the most subtle of touches, and yet it’s there. His approval.
I want to soak it up, but I’m dying inside from overstimulation. My lips part as a whimper escapes me.
“Please.” I squeeze around the vibrators. “It’s too much.”
“Oh,piccola.” He gives me a dark look. “I’m not even close to finished with you yet. You’re going to give me one for every lie you’ve told.”
A sliver of dread curls in my gut because I know he means it.
I almost say his name, but I catch myself.
He releases his grip on me and circles back around, removing the vibrator from my pussy. It’s a temporary relief, a fraction of a second to catch my breath before he thrusts his cock inside me.
“Oh, God,” I beg. “Please.”
“Sorry,bella. No God here.” He sweeps his palms over the curves of my ass and grabs my hips. “There’s only me, and you know I don’t show mercy.”
A strangled sound gets caught in my throat as he buries himself as deep as I can take him. There’s so much pressure with the vibrator still plunged in my ass, I feel like I’m going to explode.
Angelo doesn’t hold back, brutalizing my poor, tender pussy with every thrust until he makes me scream when I come again.
My body collapses against the cushion beneath me, head lolled, chest squeezing as I try to catch my breath. But there’s no time. He pulls out of me, only to replace his cock with thevibrator again, turning it up to a punishing level that forces another orgasm out of me within seconds.
I’m wrung out, completely spent, and could swear I have nothing left to give as he pulls the vibrator from my ass and replaces it with his cock. He’s so much bigger, there’s no blunting the feeling as he stretches me wide and fucks me hard. His hips slam into my ass and jerk my body against the restraints with every impact.
“Have anything to tell me yet?” he grunts.
This is his form of torture, and even though I’m not sure I can withstand it, I don’t say a word. I give him nothing.
I come again—losing track of how many that is. It all blends together, and this time, I squirt all over him.
“Fuck,” he groans, fingers biting into me.
He keeps going, growling out the same question over and over as he pounds me into oblivion. I whimper, barely able to lift my head as my body betrays me and comes again. It goes on and on until he wrings out every last orgasm I can possibly endure. It’s pure agony, and every nerve ending is raw when he finally buries himself and comes in my ass with a shudder.
I feel him everywhere. I can still taste his cum in my throat and his warmth inside me. My pussy throbs, and when he finally pulls the vibrator from me, tears streak down my face. But even that requires too much energy, and eventually those dry up too. Every muscle in my body aches as he leans over me and strokes my jaw.
