God, I fucking want her.
I decided to remove my boxers, too, my heavy erection aching, hot and pulsating in my grip. I was dying to push into every single one of her holes. To draw out pleasure and pain from her. I wanted to make her see who truly owned every part of her.
Fisting my cock, I licked my lips at the sight of her naked pussy. It looked so delicious I wanted to devour it. The thought fueled my desire for her. I pressed my lips to stifle my groans as with each rub, I got closer and closer to release.
I traced her pussy lips and dipped my finger inside a little. Then I licked my finger. The taste tightened my balls. My cum spurted all over her pelvis.
I watched as my cum slid down on her pussy. With my fingertips, I dragged my seed along her stomach to the curves of her tits. I smeared it all over her nipples and my cock jerked alive when they hardened in response.
Surrendering to the urge to touch her pussy, I was hard again when a moan escaped her as my wet finger slid and circled her clit. Before, she had her own fingers to pleasure herself. Tonight she had me. She’d always have me.
Her body squirmed in her sleep. I pried her legs apart and pictured my tongue on her clit until she screamed my name.
Her breathing gained a more alert rhythm, so I dragged my finger out. I couldn’t let her wake up and see me so weak for her like this. I stared at her stained, glistening tits and pussy until her breathing returned to normal speed. Then I fully dressed us both.
Suddenly, a lightning bolt hit the sky. There was nothing in the news about a storm coming. Merda. Thunder followed swiftly. She’d wake up now.
As if on cue, she bolted upright, mumbling a protest.
Cazzo.
Her head tilted in my direction and our eyes collided. “What the fuck? Who’s there?” She retreated fast to the other side of the bed, and then she jumped out of it to flip the light switch.
I just stood there.
“The fuck, Tino! You almost gave me a heart attack. You gotta stop doing these things. What the hell are you doing here? In the dark like some creep?”
Touching the body I’d waited to have for years. Marking you mine the way it should be.“The storm. I thought you’d be scared.”
She blinked, frowning. “You came down to stay with me during the storm?”
“Yes. Maybe make you some chamomile?”
Her stance relaxed, and she laughed under her breath. “I thought… How could you be like this?”
“Like what?”
“So kind and thoughtful and freaking beautiful but at the same time so…viciously cruel.”
“I’m always viciously cruel even when I don’t seem to be. Don’t ever forget what’s written on my chest, Angelina.”
“I try. You don’t make it easy, though.”
A smile forced itself on my mouth. “Go back to bed. I’ll go make you the chamomile, and I’ll stay with you until you fall asleep.”
She slid back under the sheets. “Thank you, Tino.”
I went to the kitchen and returned with her drink. Clean. I wanted her sober. It was time she saw the real me for herself.
When I came back, she was cringing at the violent sounds outside. I walked around to the other side of the bed and sat next to her. She took the cup and thanked me again, her eyes a hundred wonderings.
I stretched my body beside her, resting my back against the headboard, and pulled the covers over me. I noticed the hitch to her breath when I did. I lifted my arm and extended it around her back without touching her. Then I nodded for her to come closer.
She stared at me in confusion for a second, but, with a twist to her lips, she did it anyway. She wanted to be in my arms as much as I wanted her to be. Her hair cascaded down to my abdomen as she placed her head on my shoulder.
She was warm, her smell hot as fuck. My cock pulsed as I inhaled her. My nostrils flared with every breath she took. I wanted to inhale her deep inside of me and never release her. I was completely addicted to Angelina Baldi. The bane of my existence. My absolute obsession.
“You’re confusing me, you know?” she said.
