Vincenzo (35 years)
Call me a bastard, call me fucked up but as long as this woman had me by the balls, I would continue to fight the temptation of her mindfuck over me with the only way I knew how. By controlling her body. Virgin or not, I needed a piece of this girl or I was likely to fucking kill someone. Appeased bloodlust or sated cock. The choice was easy. It was right there for the taking and I intended to.
Crouching behind her, I rolled my tongue through her slit and I heard her sharp intake of breath. I ran the tip from her clit to the tight ring of her ass and she cut off her whimper. I knew she was holding back probably vowing not to react. Rolling my tongue over her puckered ring once more, I moved it lower and sucked her clit into my mouth, her hips bucked. I bit down on the sensitive bud and her cry slipped through her lips.
“Good, girl,” I squeezed the round globes of her ass cheeks as I straightened. Admittedly, the view of her bent body, her skin flushed with anticipation she was ignorant to and her ass sticking in the air just for me, was fucking beautiful. Fetching the belt from where I’d dropped it, I snapped the hard leather against my palm twice, loving the effect the sound had on her shuddering body. “Relax,bella, it will be more pleasurable this way or you could say I’m sorry.”
“Fuck you,” she cursed, her voice muffled against her arm.
Good. I didn’t think she had it in her to curse.
I raised my hand and struck.
The belt whistled through the air, connecting with her ivory skin with a loud smack.
“Oh, God!” she cried out, her ass flexing.
My cock gave a little twitch of appreciation. “Say, I’m sorry,” I demanded.
No response.
Again, the leather cut through the air, followed by a merciless crack as it slashed against her pinked flesh. She screamed.
“Look at me,bella.” She refused.
Another strike. Another sob.
“Say, I’m sorry.”
Nothing but a whimper.
Strike. And another.
“Please, stop,” she cried out, her head angled to look back. Blinking rapidly, her eyes terrified, bloodshot and teary. Torment painted her every feature, overshadowed with pain as she glared at me.
I cocked a brow, stroking her heated flesh. “So beautiful. Your skin is blushing for me. Say you’re sorry and I’ll stop or another five more.”
All I got was silence and a look that could kill me.
Another strike. She yelped, moving her ass away, but I stilled her body, my fingers digging into her soft skin. I struck again. She bit her lip, squeezing her eyes tight. Another two strikes. Never in the same place twice, marking her ass with thick red stripes. The view heated my blood and my cock strained against my pants. My breath labored, my chest rose, and fell in quick succession with every smack. Darkness pulsed through my veins. I could feel it claw through every inch of skin, taking control. Sweat trickled down my back and chest immediately cooling with the night air.
One more strike.
“I’m sorry.” Her eyes flew open, tears glistening against her creamy skin, cheeks flushed. Yet her wetness trickled down her thigh, thick, creamy and fucking stunning.
I dropped the belt. “You hate me but you love this don’t you,” I mocked, my voice thick with need, I dragged my fingers up her thighs, collecting her cream and smearing it over her pussy.
I slipped the center finger inside her while circling her clit with my forefinger. It took me barely three circles and her body tensed. Her neck arched, and she cried out the same time her pussy walls clamped down hard on my fingers. I watched as her arms trembled, fingers fisted, her breaths hoarse, ass cheeks pulled taut and her thighs clenched as her orgasm ripped through her entire body.
“Fuck.” Using my leg, I kicked out her legs, spreading her wide, undid my fly, and pulled out my aching cock, hungry and desperate to fuck. Grabbing her hips, I plunged so deep, so fast, her feet lifted off the floor and she cried out, her voice echoing over the open space. “Fuck, yes,” I grunted.
Her inner walls and the heat of her core squeezed my cock, her slickness wrapping around me in a vice grip. One hand gripping her hip, fingers digging into her soft skin, my other hand reached up and I fisted her thick curls pulling her head back as I thrust harder, deeper, faster. It was nothing like I imagined. She probably expected tender on her wedding night, probably romantic even. No. This was carnal. Primal. Raw fucking. And I fucking craved it.
My thighs slapped against her ass, I slid in and out, thrusting deep as I tried to hold on. Letting go of her hair, I reached over her and pulled at the panty restraining her. As soon as it gave way, I clasped a hand around her throat, squeezing lightly, and lifted her upright, keeping her locked between my pumping body and the balcony. My free hand palmed her breast, rolling the hardened nipple between my thumb and forefinger. I bit her shoulder, sucking the silky smooth skin until it pinked under my mouth.
“Salvatore,” she cried out, her fingers, grasping the railing. “Please,” she whimpered.
“What do you want,bella?” I growled in her ear. She moaned when I sucked her earlobe into my mouth. “Tell me what you want, and I’ll give it to you.”
