“Ah ahhhh a sadistic thug.” I am on cloud nine as he keeps giving it to my ass mercilessly. His hand starts jerking me off while the other grabs my chin. He slides his thumb inside my mouth. Oh god! Oh god! I scream around it.
“And who’s the only one allowed to fuck it?” he ruthlessly asks, jolting my body up and down like a ragdoll.
I whimper as I feel the orgasm about to hit me. He pumps my cock even faster. “You, you big wacko.” I suck on his thumb before crying out, “Ahhhh. I hate you.”
“I fucking hate you, too,” he growls back.
Those words pierce inside my chest just as pleasure explodes. Cum shoots out of my slit, and I scream his name as electricity runs through my whole body. I’m going to pass out. I can feel it. But I want more. His rhythm gets faster, his fingers bite into my ass while his cock grows even bigger, and with a raspy roar, he comes. I feel every pulse, every spurt stuffing me, hot and deep. I feel everything.
“Art,” he whispers my name, low and rough, his voice full of possessiveness, but it must be my lust-fogged brain making me hear things.
More cum bathes my insides. “You’re squeezing me like you want to take my dick off.” He sounds breathless.I wish I could take a part of him with me.
He groans in my ear as his body stops twitching and he starts to relax under me. I clench around him when he starts to slip out, still half-erect. He rams it back in with a grunt. God, he’s getting hard again already. It’s lengthening inside me, occupying all the space, stretching me to the maximum again. I fucking love it. It makes me feel so wanted and sexy. I’m suddenly pushed on thebed on my back with Luca staring at me from between my thighs. He’s so beautiful. All ropy muscles, olive skin, and old scars. His dark hair is loose, falling around his face, eyes deep and intense, making him look like a boorish, ruthless warrior, enjoying the spoils of the battle—me being the spoils. His big cock is pulsing. He’s slowly pushing it in and out, making me take the whole thickness, feeling it stroking my inner walls. It’s almost too much.
“Fuck,” he snarls, grabbing my thighs with bruising fingers and spreading them wide. “This sloppy hole.”
“With your cum,” I remind him as he hits a wonderful spot. He adjusts his hips a little and starts to push in repeatedly. I just came. How can he always make me desire him again so fast? And in this uncomfortable position? My arms are still behind my back, my hands poking my lower spine. But then he begins to thrust faster, and everything is forgotten. I wrap my legs higher to hug his waist with my thighs and let him reach deeper inside. Every sensation he creates is extreme. It’s never felt this good. Never. He drops on top of me, holding himself on his elbows. His lips find mine, and his tongue invades my mouth again.
“Luca.” The way I’m calling for him, I’m pouring out all my hopeless, pathetic feelings, and somehow it doesn’t make me empty, it seems to fill me up all the more.
“Every-fucking-time I kiss you, you call me by my name.” He enunciates each word with a drive of his hips. “No nicknames.” He doesn’t smirk before crushing his mouth over mine again.
He must be a kissing demon since he can manipulate me so easily when his lips touch mine. I bite one.
“Fuck,” he utters harshly, halting his movements. “Enough with those teeth!”
I snap those same teeth at him.
“My fuck toy is so damn savage.” He tuts.
I need him to move. “I like your cock so much better when you give it to me.”
As soon as the words leave my mouth, he rotates his hips. Every tiny sensation he ignites is a bond around my soul. And I come again, this time, though, I feel my body convulse against him. Rapture, bliss, and rainbows barrel through me so powerfully my soul floats above me for a long moment before it gets sucked back in. Another dry orgasm. How the fuck?
“Jesus Christ, the raw taste of your hole creaming around my dick is intoxicating,” I hear him hiss as he continues pounding my trembling body, making me feel echoes of my orgasm with every powerful thrust.
He’s so filthy. So rough. So wonderfully unapologetic.
His body tenses before he shudders over me with enough force that the entire bed shakes. His cock throbs, his warmth is filling me again as he calls me his cumslut. His whore. His fuck toy. His. Zaps of pleasure hit my guts as I suck in more jizz.
He suddenly pulls out and jerks his dick, dumping hot, gooey cum over my soft shaft, chest, and chin. I imprint his moans and blissful face inside my mind for safekeeping.
When he’s done, he begins rubbing his jizz over my skin. Is that satisfaction filling his eyes? After a long moment he finally collapses on top of me, bracing his arms to hold his weight off my chest. His lower half, though, has my hips pinned down tightto the bed. He rolls us to our sides and wraps me in his embrace, his face buried in my hair, his chest heaving against my face.
My arms are aching, still cuffed behind my back. My hole feels hot, still wet with cum, still stretched from his dick. Ready to take him again. His cock slides into the crease of my ass as if it belongs there. Cum is still dripping down.
I struggle to remember how to open my eyes, and when I finally do, I see only him. My brain, temporarily offline after the soul-floating orgasm, fires back up again and doesn’t leave me alone. It forces me to remember that he doesn’t want me here. I’m just a convenient hole.
We come from the same ugly, unforgiving world. The Mafia prince who never wanted the bloody crown and the mobster who craved his sanguinary revenge. My family hurt him in ways I could never fully understand. He will never forget, never accept me. Fucking bitch. This is going to hurt.
His dick starts moving against me, back and forth, rubbing over my hole.
“You are gaping.”
I shove all those thoughts away. “Dick huge. Hole small.” I sound like a caveman.
He responds, low and husky, “Your ass seems to be fine with it.” Two fingers slide inside, very easily, meeting no resistance from my pucker whatsoever.
