Chapter 13
Chapter Thirteen
Luca
Elena's pussy is tight and wet, and I slide into her easily, her body welcoming me.
She's perfect.
The sound of her voice, the feel of her body, the scent of her skin, all of it intoxicating.
She's a goddess.
A vision.
Mine.
Her back is arched, her arms and legs tied tight together.
Her ass is in the air.
All mine. She's all mine.
I thrust into her again and again, the sound of our bodies slapping together filling the room.
Elena's moans are like music, and they only drive me higher, harder.
I'm barely hanging on.
"Oh," she moans. "Luca."
My name on her lips sends a rush of pride through me.
I'm giving her pleasure.
Her body is mine to please.
I lean forward, and my cock slides deeper, making her cry out.
I can't get enough of the sounds she's making.
I want to hear her scream.
I want to make her beg.
My hand finds her hair and twists, pulling it up lightly.
She cries out. Her pussy tightens around my cock, nearly making me lose my rhythm for a second.
"You're so fucking beautiful," I groan, pulling her hair just hard enough to elicit another cry.
"Oh, God."
"Say my name."
"Luca," she breathes.
I'm lost.
My cock is throbbing.
I can't stop.
"You're mine, Elena."
"Yes." Her voice is strained, and I know she's close.
"You're mine," I repeat like a chant.
"Yes, yes." Her voice is a high-pitched whine, and I can feel her pussy tightening around me, pulsing.
I fuck her hard, my hips slamming against her ass, sending her into the pillow over and over.
"I'm gonna come," she gasps.
"You'll come when I tell you," I tell her, and immediately pull out of her.
She cries out, and the sound is so beautiful, so erotic, that it makes my cock throb.
"You're mine," I remind her, the words coming out in a harsh whisper.
"Yes," she breathes.
"Say it," I whisper, leaning over her back. I have a tight grip on her hair, and I'm rubbing my cock against her slit. "Say you're mine."
"I'm yours."
"Good girl." In my mind, I whisper, And I'm yours.
I release her hair and lean back, spreading her ass and sliding into her tight, wet pussy.
The feeling of her body accepting me, surrounding me, is so good that I'm afraid I'll come instantly.
I want to make her beg more. I want to hear her pleas. But I'm afraid it's already too much. I don't want to push her more.
That's a lie. I want to push her all the way.
I want to see her on her knees, pleading. Begging to serve me, give her body to me.
Surrender to me.
The sight of her, her body laid out before me, is too much.
I grab her hips and fuck her, hard.
"Oh," she cries.
"Take it," I tell her. "Take it all."
Her pussy is so wet that I slide in and out easily, and the sound of our bodies colliding fills the room.
Elena's moans are loud and unrestrained, and I love the sounds we make as our bodies collide.
Her body is shaking, and I know she's close.
My balls are tight, and I'm teetering on the edge.
"I'm gonna come," she cries out, the words tumbling out. "Please, Luca. Please, let me come."
Her pleas, begging for permission to come, are my undoing.
"Come, Elena," I groan, and the words are almost lost in my throat.
But she hears me loud and clear.
Elena lets out a keening wail, and her pussy pulses around me, tightening around me unbearably.
It's too much.
I erupt, my cock pulsing as I shoot hot jets of cum deep inside her.
She cries out, her body shaking and trembling, and I keep coming, my orgasm rolling over me in wave after wave of pleasure.
"Elena," I groan, the word a prayer on my lips.
Pleasure washes over me, and I can't stop.
Mine.
Mine.
It's like a mantra in my head as I thrust into her, filling her endlessly while she clamps around me, taking it.
My mind goes blank, and all I can think about is her, her body, her pleasure.
I don't know how long we stay like that, frozen, lost in the moment.
It could be hours or seconds.
All I know is that when the last wave of pleasure passes, and the fog of desire clears from my mind, the sight of her before me, bound and helpless, collapsed against the bed, brings it all crashing back.
My heart is racing, and I can already feel myself wanting more.
I'm not done.
Not by a long shot.
I slowly pull out, watching my cum leak out of her.
I reach between her legs and push it back in, loving the sight of her tight little hole stretched around my fingers.
"Mine," I say, and the word is barely audible.
Elena doesn't move. I'm not sure she even heard me.
I untie her wrists from her ankles and massage the tender flesh.
I run my hands up and down her back and arms, massaging gently.
Her skin is warm and soft under my fingertips.
"Are you okay?" I ask.
"Mm…hm." She doesn't look up, but her voice is dreamy.
I tilt her head back slightly and see those endless blue eyes glazed over with lust and satisfaction.
My heart skips a beat.
She's fucking perfect.
And she's all mine.
How am I going to let her go when the time comes?