There was no doubt from the way he was looking at me that he had every intention of devouring me. I don’t know what I’d expected, the man refusing to take no for an answer. While I had no doubt that was true, he was taking his time. Allowing me a moment of limited control.
As soon as I wrapped my hand around his cockhead, guiding the tip against my pussy, he straightened his shoulders. It wasn’t a significant move, but a telling one.
There was no turning back.
Even with no guarantee of a happy ending.
After another deep breath, he pushed just the tip inside.
“Oh, my God.” The sensations tearing through me were indescribable. I was in a sweet little bliss that I never wanted to come down from.
Several sounds escaped his mouth, all of them husky growls. As soon as I rolled my fingers down his arm, I realized I’d left marks from my fingernails.
I had a feeling he’d wear the marks with pride.
Perhaps he’d figured out that I was tight. Years of nothing but a vibrator would do that to you. He was tender, at least at first, allowing me to move my hips while he kept himself aloft.
I rolled my hand over his shoulder, arching my back as his cock slipped deep into my pussy. There was no describing the way my muscles felt as they expanded or the moment he filled me completely.
There’d never been a time with any other man that making love had felt so damn right, even if the act itself was considered so very wrong.
I took a gasping breath, doing everything in my power to maintain eye contact. When I moaned, his brows pinched together, his chest rising and falling as if worried about me.
“You’re so… Big.” My laugh was full of nervousness, something I could tell he hadn’t expected.
“You’re so wet. And even more beautiful when my cock is buried deep inside.”
He slowly pressed the full weight of his body against mine and as soon as he did, he pulled one arm over my head then the other while I wrapped my other leg around his waist.
When he yanked both my wrists together, cradling them in one hand, I didn’t struggle. At least at first.
I was curious as to what he had planned.
He shifted his hips, moving back and forth until his cock was fully seated inside. I’d never felt so full in my life. The way he brushed his fingers along the outside of my leg sent a series of shivers tickling every inch of skin. As soon as he reached my foot, he took another deep breath before nuzzling his face into my neck.
Together we rocked, the feel of his cock and the piercing keeping me on a sweet edge. I crushed my legs against him as he bit my earlobe, whispering all the things he wanted to do to me in his deep voice. And in Italian.
“Ti scoperò per ore, principessa, prendendomi tutto ciò che ho desiderato per così tanto tempo. E dopo, ricomincerò da capo finché non ti sentirai allo stesso tempo usata e amata. E urlerai il mio nome implorando di averne ancora.”
I’m going to fuck you for hours, princess, taking everything I’ve craved for so long. Then after that, I’m going to start all over again until you’re left feeling both used and cherished. And screaming my name as you beg for more.
The thrill of his words was enough my pussy clenched and released several times, somehow drawing him in even deeper.
The way we rocked brought us closer together, the sweet bliss of what we were doing as incredible as it was shocking.
When he lifted his head, he held the kind of smile on his face that had always annoyed me. But this time the expression was putting an exclamation onto his promise made in Italian.
He rose onto his forearms, switching the angle. As soon as he did, I jerked up from the bed. “Oh, my God.” I was shocked anything could feel this incredible.
The way he rolled his hips continually pressed the tip of his cock against my G-spot. I’d never felt such electric sensations before. Not once in what limited passion I’d experienced in my life.
We rocked together as we’d done before, moving in a perfect rhythm that left me breathless. I clung to his arms, digging my fingers into his muscles. Just being able to look into his eyes as we shared the intimate moment was perhaps the most incredible aspect of what we were doing.
Yet I could tell by the wicked look on his face that he wasn’t ready for this to be over. When he pulled up even further, switching the angle again, I lost all sense of control.
There was no fighting the moment when pure ecstasy rushed into my system. I was simply too far gone to push him away even if I wanted to.
Which I didn’t.
