“Brava ragazza.”
Good girl.
My belly did a warm flip at his praise.
His large hand reached inside his pants and pulled out his cock.
I blinked, lurching back onto my heels as I stared at his thick, pulsing length.
He was big. Like really big. Too big.
His hand cupped my chin. He tilted my head back while he fisted his shaft. “Want to tell me again about all the men in your life?”
Knowing I was completely caught in a lie, I turned my head.
“Eyes on me,” he growled.
I snapped my gaze back to his.
“I lied,” I whispered.
One black eyebrow arched over his right eye. “What was that?”
I swallowed before forcing the words out again. “I lied.”
He continued to fist his cock, moving his hand up and down the turgid length. “Who’s the only man in your life, Sabrina?”
He ran his thumb over my lower lip. “Answer me.”
“Please don’t make me.”
He pushed his thumb into my mouth, prying it open. Then, with a thrust of his hips, he forced his cock down my throat.
My shoulders heaved as the tip hit the back of my throat.
He pulled back and thrust in again, and I struggled to swallow the thick length.
Some sick part of me believed I deserved the punishment for lying to him.
What kind of hold did this man already have over me?
After he thrust two more times, just as my jaw ached, he wrenched me to my feet by my hair.
Pushing me against the tiles, he kissed me. This time, I tasted both of us on his tongue. It was startlingly intimate.
Leaning down, he reached under my hips and lifted me. My back slid along the warm tiles before I instinctively wrapped my legs around his hips.
The wide head of his cock pushed against my pussy entrance. The pressure and slight twinge of pain after his brutal finger fucking brought me back to my senses.
“You can’t. We don’t have a condom.”
He bit my lower lip. “Fuck the condom.”
He thrust upwards, impaling me.
I dug my fingernails into the soaked fabric of his shirt as I cried out from the painful intrusion. “Ow! Ow! Stop! It’s too much.”
I was too tight. He was too big.