His eyes collide with my own, the light blue darkening around the edges. “Everything,” he murmurs just as I feel the head of him spear into me, moving inexorably slowly—too fucking slow to be anything but torturous. “You do fucking everything to me, Daisy.”
I’ve had sex before. I’ve had the kind of sex that they write about in my favorite romance novels—or so I thought. After all, what better way to get off than with a bad boy who doesn’t want commitment unless it’ll get you into bed?
Douchebags have one thing and one thing only going for them—they fuck you like they need a place to stay. Once, I thought that was the best it was ever going to get. I thought that getting railed in the back of some guy’s pickup truck with my legs on his shoulders and sweat trickling down my spine ashe rutted into me and made my hip bang against the side of his truck bed was pretty okay sex. That bruise didn’t fade for weeks, but I left the ordeal feeling proud and well-satisfied.
The truth is a tough pill to swallow.
All those other guys had been boys playing at being men. Giulio La Rosa is the real deal, and he doesn’t play. He fucking destroys me with a smile on his face.
A scream lodges in my throat and gets stuck as his hips swivel and his cock presses further into me. Sparks dance behind my closed eyelids, and all I can do is grip the sheets and pray I survive. In and out, he thrusts into me, somehow managing to drag each ridge of his hard shaft over every sensitive spot that hides in my pussy.
Why it’s so hard for women to get off via penetration will nevernotbe a great, big universal “fuck you” to female kind, but Giulio just powers forward like that fact doesn’t exist. To him, it doesn’t, because, holy hell, he has my body responding in ways I didn’t know were possible. My breasts swell, and my nipples are so hard, I swear to God that they’re trying to capture his attention by mimicking traffic cones.
Lashes fluttering, I manage to crack my eyes open just as Giulio jerks one of my legs up and out, pressing it against the mattress and forcing my body to twist slightly as he uses the sudden openness to thrust forward. He sinks in deeper, hitting something inside me that makes fireworks dance through my head for the third time tonight. My lower belly cramps with need.
Holy shit.I can’t breathe.He’s a monster. Or is it his cock? Can a cock be a monster? They have monster cocks, but those are cocksattached to monsters. What if his cock is the monstrous part? Because it is. Completely monstrous.
My nails latch on to him before I consciously give myself permission to move. They sink into his upper shoulders as my hips grind down. A responding groan of satisfied pleasure rumbles out of Giulio’s chest, and something else becomes incredibly clear.
All those other times I had sex, I was perfectly comfortable lying back and just receiving. I don’t want that anymore. I want to hear more of those sounds from Giulio—from my husband.
Pressing against him, I hook my other leg over his hip and shove. He grunts in surprise, wavering once before I push again, and he’s finally on his side, rolling to his back. His cock leaves me in a rush of delicious wetness, but not for long as I climb atop him and reach down to take the hard, long shaft into my palm.
Veins stand out on Giulio’s strong neck, and his hands land on my hips, tightening as I seat myself over him and sink down once more. The pleasure is back, consuming us both as his groan fills the air and my responding moan accompanies it.
Wow… just… wow.Even Mean Daisy has no words. He’s completely fucked the rudeness out of her. I didn’t know it was possible.
But if I think I’m in charge just because I’m on top now, Giulio wastes no time in showing me just how wrong I am. As his hands grip my hips tighter, he swivels beneath me. A gasp rushes out of my mouth, and I teeter, landing awkwardly, my hands slapping his bare chest. Then, with a bit more traction this time, now that we seem to have gotten the hang of things,Giulio and I work in tandem. I lift up, and he brings me back down, slamming me against him hard enough to make his cock jerk inside of me.
I feel it and let my head sink back on my shoulders as tingles start from my toes and spread upward. They move through my legs and thighs and up into my stomach. Butterflies in my belly. Didn’t know those were a thing outside of books and movies, but if anyone could bring them to life, I shouldn’t be shocked Giulio is the one.
Gasping and crying out, I ride Giulio. Up and down. Up. Down. Again and again, until sweat slicks down my spine and mats the baby hairs on my face to my skin. I don’t care. I’m chasing what promises to be the orgasm to end all orgasms, and there’s no stopping this journey now.
“Fuck, that’s it.” Giulio’s low, growling words make me blink and look down at him. His blue eyes are glittering as he watches my breasts bounce up and down. The weight of them and the sharp tugs he makes against my lower half each time he thrusts into me make it hurt a bit, but if a little pain is all it takes to get him to look at me like this, who gives a fuck?
The next time I come down, I purposefully pause and grind my hips into his. He bares his teeth and releases a hiss right before his hold on me tightens. My smile of accomplishment morphs into an open-mouthed cry of shock as the world flips, and suddenly, I’m back on the mattress, spread out beneath him as he hooks one of my legs up over a shoulder and spreads my other one as far out as he can.
“Fucking. Menace.Cara.” Each word is punctuated by a hard thrust into my pussy. Hot damn, if teasing him is what Ihave to do to get fucked like this, then I have to do it a hell of a lot more often.
Breathless and so close to coming that I can practically taste it, I arch my head back and squirm on the bed. I silently dare him to take it a step further. Teeth latch on to one of my nipples, and I clamp one hand to the headboard lest he drive my skull right through the damn thing with his next thrust forward. My whole body slides upward with the action.
He bites against my nipple and then soothes the light pain with his tongue before moving on to the next one. Oh yeah, Giulio is a bad boy in the bedroom, and I’m liking the teeth he uses on me—nipping not just against my nipples but all over my breasts and upward to my throat as well.
“You feel so good, Daisy,” he murmurs, his voice deep and gravelly. “Tight like a vise around my cock.Sei molto sensibile quando ti tocco.”
Oh. Dear. Lord.When Giulio talks to me like that with the thickness of the Italian words spearing through my head as he powers into me with his cock, I know I’m not going to last much longer.
“What,” I try to gasp out, “does that mean?”
Giulio sinks his teeth into the flesh where my shoulder and throat meet. “It means that you’re sensitive to my touch, and I fucking love it,cara.” He sits up and plants a hand above mine on the headboard.
My eyes widen. “Giulio?”
His grin is wickedness incarnate. “Come for me, Daisy.”
Oh hell yeah, that issoan order I can get on board with.
Just as Giulio pulls out until the head of his cock rests atthe swell of my entrance, I press harder against the headboard. With my free hand, I slide down over the curve of my stomach to the juncture between my thighs. The second my fingers touch my clit, I feel the stirrings of my release.
