He presses his forehead to mine as we move, both of us looking down. His fingers in my mouth, I moan as we watch hiscock push in and out between my legs with every thrust. He pulls his fingers out of my mouth and grips my jaw.
“Do you like it when I ride your cock, daddy?”
His eyes flick to meet mine, dark and bright. “Fuck, yes. You’re going to make me come all over those pretty panties, baby.”
I lengthen my strokes, grind harder, then slide his big hand from my jaw down to my throat. Something dark passes over his face as I press into his fingers, wrapping them around my neck.
“There’s my girl,” he growls.
I move his other hand to my ass then dig my nails into his shoulders as I slide against him. He guides my hips, dragging my pussy in short, rough strokes against his cock, his grip on my neck growing tighter. Tugging on my neck, he makes me look down.
“Watch. Watch what you do to me, baby. Watch my cock come all over those soaking panties.”
I moan, let my knees slide wider so that his cock sinks deeper between my folds, rubbing my clit with each stroke, my panties rough and wet between us.
I’m staring down between my legs, but he’s watching me, watching my face, making sure I’m okay. He rubs his thumb up over my jaw and back down to my neck then jerks me toward him, claiming my mouth with his.
Against my lips, he says, “You ride that cock like such a good girl for me, baby.”
My breath snags in my throat. “Do you…want me to take my panties off?”
He sucks in a shaky breath, his fingers bruising my hips, thrusting harder, faster. Finally, he breathes, “No, sweet girl. Not this time. This time, I’m going to destroy your little panties. Next time, I’ll destroy my pussy.”
“Your pussy?” I choke out.
“My pussy, baby.” He releases my neck and grips my panties with both hands like reins, jerking my hips back and forth over his cock. “All fucking mine. Mine, Gi. Say it.”
He’s moving me faster now, the fiery heat turning into an inferno. I can feel my orgasm building, like a sunset breaching the horizon. “I’m yours, Tommy. All yours. Always yours.”
“Fuck, Gi. Giovanna. FUCK.”
He shifts me, pushes against me hard, rough, shoving the head of his cock into my panties like he might break through the fabric and push inside me. I can feel him just inside my entrance as he comes hard, cum spurting over my panties, my thighs, his stomach.
The feel of him just inside me, the rough wet fabric, the way he pulses and groans my name as he comes for me, sends me over the edge and into oblivion. I’m screaming his name, my nails raking down his chest, eyes locked on his.
He falls back on the bed, pulling me with him, wrapping his arms around me tightly. My hot tears mix with the sweat on his chest, the oil slicking our skin, wishing with everything in me that I didn’t have to tell him my secret.
31
Giovanna
Everything feels heavy right now: the air, the dim light in the living room, the weight of Tommy’s worry.
He feels it too, that something is off.
The curtains shift slightly in the breeze, the scent of rain coming in through the cracked window. I’m sitting on the couch, my knees drawn up to my chest, the hem of Tommy’s t-shirt pulled over my legs. There’s a book open in front of me, but I’m not reading it. Tension radiates off me like static, and Tommy leans against the doorway, his arms folded across his chest, watching me.
“You’ve been pacing holes in your head all day,” he says softly. “Tell me.”
I don’t answer right away. I flick my gaze up to him, then back down, tracing invisible lines on the couch.
“I just feel…trapped,” I say finally. It feels like I’m dragging the words up from a chasm in my soul. “Like everything just keeps happeningtome, and I don’t get a say. Ever.”
“What do you mean?” He frowns.
“Like everyone around me makes decisions, and I’m reacting to their choices. Like I’m not choosing the direction of my life.”
He takes a few steps closer to me, slow, measured. “Do you feel trapped with me?”
