Chapter 18 #2
He pulls his hand from my pussy, bringing it down with a sharp crack on both cheeks.
I moan, the stinging doing nothing to dam the flames.
Suddenly, he eases back, and before I can brace, he grips my jaw, putting pressure on the corner of my mouth to open it even wider, while the other hand now weaves into my hair, gripping so tight that I can’t move my head.
“Naughty girl, dolcezza,” he grinds out, pumping his hips harder and faster as he fucks my face. I can’t do anything but grip the sheets to hold myself upright and steady.
It’s fucking glorious.
I lift my eyes to stare up at him, accepting the punishment as he pushes down my throat with each thrust, barely managing not to gag.
“This is what I’m going to do whenever you push me, Aurora,” he pants, watching me, his face flushing and tightening as his orgasm gets closer and closer.
“I’m going to fuck this perfect, sassy mouth, then I’m going to spank that ass red.
And you’re going to fucking love it, aren’t you?
You’re going to drip for me, so fucking needy for it.
Because you like a man in charge, don’t you? ”
I just stare at him, letting him see the desire on my face. Fuck, yes, I want all of that. But only with him. He’s the only man I’ll ever allow to have me like this.
“I’m going to come, orsetta, and you are going to swallow every last drop,” he grates out, his movements getting jerkier. I moan, my throat working, and he lets out a low curse, his grip on my hair so tight I wouldn’t be surprised if he pulled out a few strands.
Seeing him lose control this way? I love it. I want more.
He comes down my throat in hot bursts, and I have to work hard and try not to panic as I feel like I’m going to choke. Thankfully, he realizes and eases back enough that I can swallow all of him down, our gazes locked.
When I finally finish, and he pulls out of my mouth, I shudder. Fuck, that was hot. I want to do that again soon.
Alonzo drops his head forward, his grip on my hair easing. He mutters something in Italian again—I really need to start learning it so I know what the hell he’s saying—and I shift away. He doesn’t stop me, carefully detangling his fingers from my hair, and I shift back to sit up on my knees.
I bite back a groan at the friction the movement causes on my throbbing clit once more. I’m so slick and needy that I widen my stance, bringing my fingers down to rub quickly at my clit. I let out a low whimper, my eyes slamming shut as sensations wash over me.
“I should be pissed that you want to touch yourself instead of letting me, but that’s so fucking hot,” Alonzo grates huskily.
I force my eyes open, seeing him watching my fingers with renewed hunger.
I watch as he grips his half-hard cock and starts to stroke it slowly, grimacing slightly, but he doesn’t stop.
Who am I to deny him a show?
I widen my thighs as far as I can, arching my back, and parting my folds with my other hand to let him see everything. I slide the fingers on my clit down to my entrance, working two inside, moving them slowly so he can see the arousal coating my fingers. He groans, entranced.
I rock my hips, the breath catching in my throat as I work myself, making my orgasm rise higher and higher inside me. My free hand moves to my clit, circling hard and fast, racing and reaching for the pleasure I’m getting so close to.
Another tortured groan, and I force my heavy lids open to see him working his cock faster and harder as he watches me. Oh yes, he’s definitely enjoying the show. “Alonzo,” I breathe.
“Tell me what you need, Aurora,” he rasps, eyes lifting to mine. “Do you want to come on your fingers or on me?”
Is that even a question?
“You. Fuck, yes, you.”
His eyes flash with pleasure. He releases his cock, and dashes for the nightstand. He forcefully yanks open the drawer, making short work of finding a condom and rolling it on. When he turns back, I’m still in the same position, but I’ve slowed myself down, wanting him inside me when I come.
“Back on your hands and knees, Aurora. Now.” The order is sharp and full of authority. He expects to be obeyed. The devil inside me wants to ignore him, but the desperate and needy part of me knows that if we push it might mean delaying what we need.
I pull my fingers away, swiftly turn, and lower myself back down to brace my hands on the mattress. The bed dips as he climbs up behind me, gripping my hips firmly while lining himself up with my aching center.
“I’m not going to be gentle, Rori,” he warns me tightly, rubbing the head of his cock against my entrance, teasing.
“I don’t fucking want gentle, Goliath. If I did, I could find anyone else…Oh fuck yes!” I scream as he surges inside me. Pain and pleasure blend as he sets up a brutal pace, not allowing me a moment to adjust.
Exactly the way I want it.
I rock back against him, blissful moans and cries falling from my lips.
His hand grips me by the hair at the back of my head, yanking me up so that his front is pressed to my back, and his arm wraps tight around my waist to keep me in place, changing the angle.
I let out a low scream as stars dance behind my eyes.
He pants harshly in my ear as he bites out, “This is what you want, orsetta? You want to piss me off so I’ll take you so fucking hard you’ll feel me long after we’re done?
You want to feel my cock filling you full, stretching you? ”
“Yes,” I pant, reaching back to grip any part of him I can. My fingers dig into the hard muscle of his ass, making him grunt, but it doesn’t slow him down. “Yes. Fuck, yes, Alonzo.” I can already feel my orgasm building, and it’s going to be intense when it breaks.
“You feel so damn good, Rori,” he hisses, his mouth finding the sensitive skin just under my earlobe, sucking hard at it as his free hand moves between my legs to find my clit.
“I’m not going to last. Come for me. I want to feel you grip me so tight as you suck every last ounce of cum from my balls.
” I shudder at his words, and the mass of sensations pushes me over the edge.
I scream his name as I come. My body breaks, my senses fracturing until I’m just a mass of sensation, unable to ground myself.
I vaguely hear him shout my name, feel his body shudder and pound harder and faster inside me.
Finally, he stills, pressing himself as tight into me as he can, like he doesn’t want to chance slipping out of me before he’s ready.
My body finally slumps, and he eases me down, slipping out of me, and we both give low groans. I press my face into the cool blankets, trying to get my breath back. My body trembles with how good it feels.
That was everything I hoped it would be. Slowly, I turn my head, watching as Alonzo walks back out of the bathroom, the condom gone.
I love the way he moves. Like a panther with smooth steps, but with an unmistakable power, letting you know this man is dangerous. It only makes me want him more, and I aim to have him as often as I can.
Sienna found her man, and maybe it’s time that I found mine.