Eleven
Loretta
I smile up at the overbearing asshole of a man who keeps saying things that don’t make sense, leaving me with so many questions that my head spins.
Right now, at this moment, absolutely none of it matters.
All that matters to me is the fact that I want this man like I’ve never wanted anyone else in my life.
Once I get his shirt off, I take a moment to appreciate his body covered in tattoos.
When he cups my face again, I decide to be brave.
I start to lower myself to my knees, looking up at him as I go.
Placing my hands on his belt buckle, slowly sliding it open as Vito fist his hands at his side.
I reach for the button, popping it open and sliding the zipper down slowly making sure not to harm the main event.
His cock bounces free, and I can’t help the gasp that leaves my mouth.
He is a large man, and his cock is very proportional to his size.
“Are you just going to stare at it or are you going to actually do something with it?” He smirks down at me, sliding his hand into my hair and tugging on it slightly.
Swallowing the lump in my throat, I reply, “I was just admiring your … third leg?”
If this man was handsome before, that is nothing compared to the way he looks with a genuine heart-stopping smile on his face, and then a laugh breaks through.
Slowly I reach up, sliding my hand over his length, admiring how soft and hard he is.
The hand in my hair tightens when his laughter dies down.
“More,” he growls. “I want to see it slide past those pink lips of yours.”
I open my mouth, taking him inside. The head of his cock makes it to the back of my throat, and my lips are just touching my fist that is wrapped around the base.
Breathing through my nose at the same time as I pull back, I hollow my cheeks.
Vito moans, gripping my hair that much tighter.
Causing me to be wetter and wetter with every push and pull of his cock in my mouth.
His chest starts rising and falling quickly, and then he is pulling his cock free of my mouth and pulling me to my feet.
“Clothes off now!” he demands at the same as he wraps his hand around his cock, pumping it.
Standing, I pull my shirt over my head, watching this man's every move. He makes his way over to the couch, kicking off his shoes and pants as he goes. He sits on the couch with his hard cock standing at attention, and my mouth waters as he resumes stroking it.
“Now take your bra off,” he directs me, fire burning in his eyes.
I reach back, unclasping my bra, letting my breasts bounce free.
His eyes take me in, and gooseflesh pops up where his eyes track.
Fighting the need to cover my breasts, I stick my thumbs in the waistband of my pants, getting ready to push them down.
They slide down my legs, leaving me completely naked.
“You are every ounce as beautiful as a Blood Rose,” he whispers in awe, holding his hand out inviting me to come closer.
Slowly I step forward, taking his hand. The difference in our skin tones is so great that it’s shocking.
Where my skin is pale, smooth, and unblemished; his is work-roughened hands, dark tanned skin, and covered in tattoos.
He pulls me between his legs, never stopping the stroking of his cock.
Vito lets go of my hand, running his up the outside of my thigh and up my body to cup my breast for a moment before pinching the hard peak.
Moaning, I rock toward him, rubbing my thighs together looking for some kind of relief for the building pressure in my pussy. He continues massaging and manipulating my breast, causing my need to rise to extraordinary levels. Vito slides a knee between my legs, forcing them open.
“Straddle my legs, Blood Rose,” he directs me gruffly.
I shift my legs to follow his instruction.
When I’m steady on my feet, a blush spreads from my hairline down my body because I realize that, standing this way, I am spread wide open for him to see.
The hand stroking his cock stops, and he reaches out, lightly running his fingertips up the inside of my thigh.
“You’re so soft,” the awe in Vito’s voice causes my pussy to clench with need.
“Vito, please. I need more,” I pout, shifting. “I feel like my body is on fire and pulsing with need to the point of pain.”
He leans forward, smirking at me. “I wouldn’t want you to be in pain. That’s just not very nice.”
I shake my head. “Not nice at all.”
Vito doesn’t say another word, just leans forward and licks my nipple that he isn’t currently playing with before pulling it into his mouth and nipping it.
The bite of pain causes my knees to go weak.
Using the hand he was running up and down on the inside of my thigh, Vito grabs my hip, keeping me steady.
I place my hands on his shoulders to help keep me from melting into a puddle.
Once I’m steady on my feet, he lets go of my hip, running that hand down over my mound to my wet pussy.
“Damn it, if I had known that you were this needy, I would have never made it back here,” Vito growls, sucking hard on my nipple at the same time he slides his index finger through my folds.
I moan, rocking my hips, searching for the pressure I need to finally get the release my body is begging for.
Vito leans back, letting go of my breast, watching me as I grind onto his hand getting closer and closer to the moment.
Just as the release is about to burst, Vito snatches his hand away, causing me to whimper at the loss.
“As much as I would kill to watch you shatter on my fingers. The first time you cum with me is going to be on my cock.” His knowing grin makes me want to smack him.
I shift forward until my shins touch the edge of the couch, leaning so my hands are on either side of his head on the back of the couch, bringing our mouths so close I can feel his breath on mine.
Vito runs his hands up and down the outside of my thighs, waiting to see exactly what I’m going to do next.
Placing a peck on his lips before pulling away, I lean to speak into his ear. “You have one of two choices right now. I’m either going to take care of this little problem myself or …”
Vito moves so fast I can’t stop the gasp that escapes me. He picks me up, settling my thighs on either side of his on the couch, hovering over his hard cock. He lets me go to help guide his cock to my entrance.
“If you want to do it yourself, by all means do it yourself,” he growls, using the hand not wrapped around his cock to fist my hair.
Gasping at the sting of his hold, I slowly lower myself onto his length. His cock is large and stretches me to nearly bursting.
“Fuck, Vito, you're too much! I can’t take anymore,” I whimper, shifting my hips, both enjoying and shying away from the pain.
“Oh, my sweet Blood Rose, you absolutely can take every inch,” Vito groans, sliding a hand down from my hips to my pussy, rubbing his thumb over my clit, causing me to rock and take more of him.
“Shit, it’s so fucking good. Vito please,” I gasp as the tide rises from deep within.
“Shit, you're so damn tight,” Vito moans, dropping his back at the same time he lifts his hips, sliding deeper into me.
His thumb on my clit never stops causing me to get wetter and wetter. Making it so that he can slide deeper into me. The way he is stretching me causes me to pull away as he shifts up into me.
“Oh no, no, sweet Blood Rose. You’re not running from me,” Vito snaps his head back up. “You’re going to take every inch of my cock and every ounce of cum.”
I rock my hips, moaning when I feel nothing but pleasure as my body has adjusted to his intrusion. Vito adds more pressure to my clit at the same time he slams up into me, finally settling me all the way onto him. I scream as my orgasm rocks through me, and my skin feels as if it’s on fire.
“Goddamn it!” Vito rasps roughly as if his control snaps.
He grabs my hips, holding me still as he slams into me from underneath me over and over again.
The angle he is holding me causes his cock to rub across the magic place.
Needing more of something, I cup my breast, pinching my nipples and throwing my head back as my pleasure starts its upward climb once again.
“You are so fucking beautiful like this. Writhing in need on my cock,” Vito whispers in awe.
I let go of my breast, reaching out to run my hand into his hair, pulling his mouth to mine.
Our lips clash together rough and needy.
I’m so lost in the way he feels in and around me, I don’t think about anything.
Not the fact that I have so many questions, or that being around him could end with me back in jail, and least of all the fact that all this is going to do is set me up to get my heart broken.
Vito breaks the kiss, hissing in my ear, “Cum my Blood Rose. Drench my cock.”
As the words ring out, he bites down on the same spot he did earlier outside, and sends me over the edge so hard that spots dance across my vision, causing my head to spin.
Vito collapses back, taking me with him.
My head finds the hollow of his neck, and I settle into the blankness that is post-orgasm.
Vito slowly runs his fingers around the outline of the blood rose that covers eighty-five percent of my back.
As our bodies cool down and my brain comes back online, I finally decide on the one question I need answers to above all.
“Was it you that night in my room?” My words shatter the bliss that has settled around us.
Vito’s hands pause on my back for a moment, telling me more than his words ever could. “It’s the past. My answer will not change what happened that night nor the years that followed.”
His words are cold and calculated, completely shattering all calm and peace.
I knife up, glaring down at the man. His hands fall to my hips, gripping them tightly to keep me locked to him.
I search his eyes looking for any sign of remorse that he had ruined my life.
Without another thought, I slap him across the face.
This surprises and shocks him enough for him to loosen his hold on me, allowing me the space to get off him.
I hiss as he slides free from my pussy. Moving quickly, I make sure I am out of his reach as his brain comes back online, and he reaches for me.
Storming across the living room, I bend down, grabbing his shirt so I’m not completely naked and vulnerable during this conversation.
The shirt is so big that it’s like a dress on me.
Spinning around with my hands on my hips, I level my gaze on the man who ruined me now in every way possible.
Vito has his pants pulled up and is now sitting with his elbows on his knees, fingers in front of his mouth.
“That night ruined everything for me. I’d just gotten a full ride to my dream school and was finally going to get out of this shithole town that looks down not just on me but my mother, who was the crazy lady!” I shout at him.
Vito lets out a breath as he rubs his hands over his face. “Everything that happened after that night was to ensure you were safe.”
I can’t breathe after his statement. My chest is tight, my breathing is too shallow as the panic attack takes hold of me.