Page 59 of Wrong Pawn. Right Capo.

My hands are all over him, yanking his jacket off his shoulders while my back arches, my thighs trembling around his waist from the sheer pleasure of his proximity.

His tongue circles my nipple, sucking it greedily while my hips press frantically against his stomach. I just want some form of release.

Release from him, release from this torturous tension threatening to split my core.

He unlatches his lips from my breast, his teeth scraping over my collarbone and neck, then finding their way back to my mouth.

My hands yank at his shirt, tearing away his buttons. A groan escapes my lips when my hands finally graze over his tatted torso. Damn. It’s like running my palms over smooth granite.

One hand finds my hair, the other fists at my underwear and rips them down over my hips completely. Now my pussy is dripping wet against the rigid muscle of his stomach.

My hips buck at the thought, moving slowly to a pleasurable rhythm.

I pull my mouth away from his, releasing a moan I can’t hold back anymore. “Ahhh…”

“Shhh…” he snaps, snatching my lips up again. His hands are on my hips, encouraging my grind on his stomach.

“I want…I need…” I cry as that sweet ache crawls between my thighs and down my legs.

Oh shit, I suddenly remember where we are. If we make this much noise, someone will definitely hear us. But honestly, right now, I just can’t care.

He pulls his lips away from mine momentarily. “What do you want?”

“Y-You.”

“Right. So tell me…who do you belong to?”

My brain is searching for something nasty in retort, but my mouth betrays me. “You.”

His arm lodges tightly around my hips, hefting me enough for his other hand to slip into my pussy. “Damn right you do. Now, say my fucking name, Principessa.”

“Adriano... A-Adriano…” I whimper, my hands grabbing his hair for support. He dips his head, catching my nipple between his teeth as another finger joins the first in my pussy.

God, I’m on cloud nine.

“Say you belong to Adriano Bellandini. Say it.”

“I belong…” Barely able to form words, I throw my head back as my climax seizes my core, descending on me like a thief. “I belong to Adriano Bellandini…” I finally manage to blurt.

And with that, he gives me exactly what my body is begging for. I hear the clink of metal on the ground, the rustling of cloth, and then he’s free.

He fists his thick, heavy length, lining up the monstrous head of his cock against my soaking entrance, and drives himself into me with one massive, unyielding thrust. It’s as if I can feel the head of his dick at the back of my throat as he pins me against the wall, stretching me out completely when he begins a hard, relentless rhythm.

My entire body reverberates from the force of the orgasm, the wet heat of my intense release soaking into his jeans as I break apart. He slides me gently to the ground, then turns me around and bends me over.

He pushes that thick, veiny dick of his back into my anticipating pussy with one sudden, wild thrust.

“Ahhh…” I whimper. He fists my hair, one hand steadying my waist as he begins his feverish thrusts. My hands reach out to the wall in front of me for support as he slams mercilessly in and out, in and out, until I can feel my thighs trembling uncontrollably again.

“I’m going to cum!” I cry out as his cock keeps hitting my sensitive spot.

“Yes, Principessa, cum all over my cock,” he grunts in between short gasps.

I want to hold it in till he’s found his own release, but as if he can read my mind, he pulls out slowly then slams back into me, making me lose all control as I burst into an orgasm for the second time.

My legs are still trembling from the effect when I hear him release a guttural sound as he fills me with his warm seed.

God! That was… that was so fucking good.