“Now ride the big cock you can’t live without.”
Art
What is this, my mea big-time culpa? In the last month, almost every time we’ve fucked, he’s reminded me of it. Such a ruthlessly protective and desperately obsessed wacko. I need to convince him somehow that I have no intention whatsoever to leave. How can I when just looking at him takes my breath away? Those cheekbones that can slice my hand, long, brown hair, dark eyes, adorable, thick eyebrows, sexy scars marring his face, and a muscular body. Right now, running is the last thing on my mind. He feels too good inside me, it’s like I can sense every vein of his big, thick, hard cock, and all I can think about is I belong with him—and his humongous schlong.
The last few days have been very hard. It was the first time we’ve parted since my almost-wedding. In the past, I’d kept moving so that my thoughts didn’t sink in. I’d kept myself busy. Since I met him, though, he’s filled all of them. So when he left, every time I thought about him, my head felt hot like it was about to burst, and my throat burned with an unquenchable thirst. My ass though, that was the strongest response, it was screaming like a banshee bitch demanding to be filled.
But now he is here, and his scent is all over me again—tobacco and lavender, underlaid with whiskey and something unidentifiable that has my breath catching. Because I know that I’m addicted to it, to every little thing about Luca Nero.
The lube he shot up my ass is killing me. Every twitch, every little friction of his dick intensifies that tingling sensation inside me, and the warmth…has turned into a hot inferno. I take a deep breath, gripping my dick, pleasure growing inside my belly.
I lay my hands on his chest and start twerking on his thick shaft, shaking my ass and taking only the tip in—teasing him and myself.
“Keep making those slutty sounds and fuck my dick to the root.” God, his commanding tone almost makes me come right here and now.
Eager for it, I quickly drop down all the way, enjoying his curses as he grabs my hips in a bruising grip.
“I can feel your cock all the way up here.” I touch a place under my stomach as I keep giving it shallow thrusts.
His fingers push on my abdomen until they feel it.
“Make me sore, baby, I miss it,” I whisper seductively, letting my tongue flatten on his chin. That cleft is so sexy. I give it a long lick. His stubble felt so good around my asshole and over my skin before.
He slaps my ass hard, then takes a handful of it, squeezing the flesh painfully in his hand. His other hand runs up my sides and chest, sending continuous electricity through my whole body. Until it reaches my tattoo,to Live is to Bleed.He strokes histhumb over itwhile his index finger finds the hoop on my nipple and pulls. A cry leaves my throat.
“I’d bleed you a river if it meant you’d stay with me.” He growls against my neck, sucking on my skin, as goose bumps erupt on my skin at his overwhelming statement.
“Just live with me,” I whisper. He lifts his head, locking our eyes for a long moment, before he grabs my hair and slams his mouth over mine. It’s a battle, his tongue darting in and out. The taste of whiskey and his sexy manly flavor—with a hint of mine—is all over his lips, and I lap at it greedily.
“Show me how much you missed it. Make my cock breed your asshole until it gets all swollen and stuffed.” His baritone drawl has me gasp with undiluted desire, and I wrap my arms behind his neck and slam down into him.
Every move is so intense. My eyes are wide, fingers digging into his shoulders as my thrusts have grown a little erratic. It’s because I’m already close to letting go. Untouched. My cock is leaking and desperate once again, but the light stroke against his abs is all I get, and it’s not enough.
“I need to come.” I hear myself begging. I expect him to tease me, but instead, he pushes us down against the sofa, me on my back as he falls on top and starts nailing me into the cushions.
“Gasping like a cat in heat, demanding more cock. My filthy, greedy bitch can’t get enough,” he hisses, giving me a couple of hard thrusts, hitting my prostate bullseye. “Fuck, I can hear my cum sloshing around inside of you, my cock is drowning in it.”
His last statement makes my eyes roll inside my head, stealing away any rebuttal I might have had. I cry out in pleasure and pain, so tangled together I can’t distinguish them. It hurts sogood. I grip the edge of the sofa to balance myself as he impales me again, holding my hips in place while rocking me onto his hard cock. His national treasure is so far inside me I feel it in my throat. I jerk my length, desperate for release, but he lets go of my hip to push my hands over my head.
“No touching,” he barks, battering into me and pinning me to the sofa. I cry. He feels heavy on top of me, but I don’t care; all I want is to orgasm. My body jolts up and down with every ram of his cock. His wanton desire is in every merciless thrust.
His hand leaves my hip to twist my nipple and pull on the piercing. I scream, my muscles start to contract, then pain and ecstasy shoot down to my balls, from my chest, all over my body, reaching my curling toes. Pleasure ripples inside me. I’m all-out spasming around him, squeezing him tightly—never wanting to let go. Luca holds me down, fucking the orgasm out of me as it tears through my very soul.
“Fucking Jesus, your face should be illegal. Such a fucking slut for it,” he grunts.
I yell his name, I always do when I come. Like the caveman he is, I know he loves the sound of it, and the thought always gives me extra pleasure. Overpowering rapture is all I feel for a long, blissful moment. When the climax slightly quiets down, I slow my hips, moaning softly, then collapse on the sofa. Another dry orgasm he ripped out directly from my ass. How does he do that?
“I like riding you, baby,” I breathe out between pants.
He groans. “I liked you riding me very fucking much.”
I feel giddy with stomach butterflies. I smile far too smugly, but damn, I love it when he gives me what I want.
“Now it’s my turn,” he growls, spreading my ass cheeks to the maximum.
I can feel even more how his cock is buried all the way inside me. His eyes are revealing something half-crazed and feral as I look into them just before his hips start a wild tempo, ramming up into me.I can only take it as he pounds my ass like a man possessed. He is a beast staking his claim, all hard cock and animal craving.
“I’m balls-deep inside your hole, I want to hear you say that you love it,” he grits out.
