Mine.
Bestowed upon me.
By him.
I tipped back slightly, trusting in his support, and felt my body succumb to his dominion.
His mouth continued its torment while his fingers reaped miracles by him thrusting two into me, spreading them wide until he could push another inside my slit. The thick girth replicated his dick and it had me angling my legs wider to help him help me.
I’d only had him inside me this morning, and while it still felt like a lifetime ago, my pussy was the only part of me that didn’t agree.
With prickles of heat storming over my skin, I groaned words that’d have me shaking my head later:
“I need you, Stan. Please. Stop teasing me. I want your cock back in my pussy so bad?—
“I want to feel you come. I want your seed inside me, want to hold it in, and later, I want you to feel it too and?—”
I didn’t shriek when he pulled back. But there was a fury in hiseyes that had my own fluttering to half-mast, one founded in lust. Not anger.
“You want to carry my seed inside you,bedda mia,” he growled, his jaw like stone, his expression unholy.
And into that maelstrom of heat, I melted further. “Yes, Stan, yes.”
“And you want to nap with me,in my bed,before I have to go out and as you sleep, feel me deep in your pussy?”
I released a keening cry.
“Use your words, Kitty.”
“Please! I need that so badly.”
A flood of Sicilian was his answer. “I want you to be in my bed waiting for me when I come home. Would you do that for me,duci?”
“Yes!”
“I’ll sneak into the room and climb on the mattress and wake you up with the only alarm call you should have.”
Intrigued, I grabbed his wrist. “What’s that?”
His lips curved. “My face between your legs, feasting on this tight cunt until you’re coming all over my mouth.”
“Oh, fuck! STAN.” I screamed his name as he fluttered his fingers over my clit with one hand, rubbing my G-spot with the other, and making my hips buck so hard that he had to press his forearm to my waist to pin me in place.
That stirred him into action. But I didn’t care that he crumpled one of my favorite dresses as he twisted me around and bent me over the balustrade.
“Naughty girl,” he chided, slapping my ass.
If he thought that’d be a deterrent, he was wrong—I just sobbed and spread my legs farther apart.
He shifted between them, then leaned over me, settling his forearms on either side of my own. When he set his chin to my shoulder, I felt more surrounded than before and writhed under him until his teeth settled in the meat of my throat and he held me in place like a fucking animal.
Iadoredit.
This man made me crazy.
He made me forget.
He made melove.
