Chapter 21 – Rowan #2
Before she can protest, I lean in and taste her.
My tongue swirls in a fat circle on her clit, and just like the first time I did this, my balls instantly draw up and my cock pulses.
Shit! She cries out, and I bite her inner thigh in warning.
Her lips mash together, but she shakes her head at me, then shrugs as if to say it can’t be helped.
“Try. You have to try.”
I hold her thigh against the side of my head and dive back into her pussy, sucking her clit straight into my mouth.
Her knees buckle, and she flattens her back against the door, angling her hips so I’m forced to take her deeper like that’s a hardship.
A hot ember of lust burns my throat, and I grip her ass tighter, shoving my face in as far as I can.
Tonight I want it all. I want her body. Her mind. Her fucking soul. Damn the consequences, though I know there will be numerous if I can’t find a way to stop after this.
A gust of air escapes her throat, but she shocks me by covering her mouth with her hand. It won’t be good enough for what I have in mind, but it’ll have to be.
With her hand on her mouth, I bury my face, pushing my tongue up inside her and using my lips and teeth on her clit. She bucks against me, rubbing herself and ripping at my hair. Pulling me closer. Pushing me away. She can’t decide.
Lucky for me, it’s not her choice to make.
I shove two fingers into her, having them glide inside her along with my tongue.
“Fuck,” she hisses. “God.”
“Not God.” I blow on her clit. “Your prince. Don’t mistake the two because I don’t intend to show you mercy.”
I pump into her two more times with my tongue before I pull back and let my fingers continue their work so my tongue can play with her tight little clit. And play with it, I do. I suck on it, tease it, kiss the sensitive skin, and seduce uncontained frenzy from her.
“How many men have you been with?” The words slice past my lips unrestrained. But like everything else tonight, I don’t care. Her answer is what I need.
“None of your business.”
I blow on her, making her shiver. “Tell me anyway.”
She sighs, but she’s too turned on to deny me. “One person.”
“Good stuff.” I hide my smile in her pussy, but the truth is, I want her to come on my cock, and I’m too impatient to wait.
With one last pump, lick, and kiss, I take her by the hips and lift her back up into my arms. Each step to her small bed across the even smaller room feels like it takes twenty years.
I attack her mouth, ravenous, needing to taste her so I know this is happening.
I’ve never been this impatient before, but with her, this is months. Months of thinking. Months of fantasizing. Months of obsessing. I want to break her open until she’s reborn on my cock. I want to mark the inside of her the way I did her tits.
The night I took her virginity, there was blood all over the condom and my fingers when I removed it, and thinking about that now, about how I wish it had been on my cock instead, makes me feral.
I set her down at the side of the bed and spin her around, one hand on her throat, my other going to her pussy.
I bring her head back to my shoulder, and she flattens her spine against my chest. I can’t tell if that move is so she can feel this connection too or if she’s trying to hide her scars from me.
I kiss a trail up and down her neck, from her shoulder to the sensitive skin beneath her ear. Smelling her. Tasting her. Savoring this.
“I don’t have anything on me, but I don’t want to use anything regardless.”
Her breath hiccups in her chest.
“Am I going to get you pregnant if I do that?”
That thought shouldn’t make me harder than I already am, but the idea of forcing my seed into her and getting her pregnant isn’t an unpleasant one. My heart stops, and my lungs cave in. No. That won’t be with this girl. It can’t be.
“You won’t get me pregnant.”
I give her neck a firm squeeze and use my grip on it to bring her forward. Her hands meet the mattress, and a choked sound comes from her.
“No. I don’t—”
I clench her neck tighter and kiss the scar on her left flank.
A wounded cry makes my chest seize, and I move on to the next. One by one, I kiss her scars.
“I don’t want your pity.”
My lips dip in, and I lick along the raised, firm line. “Good. Because in addition to not getting my mercy, you won’t get my pity either.”
With that, I tear my boxer briefs off and shove straight inside of her. Exactly how I did the first time. She cries out, her body tensing against me. And fuck me to hell, she’s just as tight. I’ve never fucked without a condom, and the pleasure, the feel of her, is unlike any other.
“So good,” I rasp. “You feel so good. Do you feel that? How perfectly I fit inside you?”
My hand stays on her throat, my other wrapping around her to hold her hip bone. I kiss her face, moving her jaw to find my lips. But she’s tense. Still. I smack her ass to get her to relax. When she finally does, I pull out and shove back in, reclasping her hip.
“No mercy.”
“No pity,” she replies.
I bite her bottom lip and pound into her, my pace relentless.
“Oh god!”
I squeeze her neck, pressing in on her carotids. “Who’s fucking you, Marcella? Tell me.”
“You are,” she manages, though her eyes are back in her head and her voice is muted.
“That’s right.” I pummel faster, my pelvis slapping against her ass and thighs. “Your prince. Fucking say it.”
“No.”
I squeeze harder, cutting off more of her blood supply.
“Say it. I’ll make you come so fucking hard,” I pant against her ear, pounding her cunt, savoring the wet, hot heat as it coats my cock. “I’ll give it to you so fucking good.”
“You’re fucking me. Prince. My prince.” The words are a hoarse whisper, but I hear them, and they make me desperate. Unhinged.
“That’s right. I could take anything I wanted from you right now. Every piece of you is mine.”
I momentarily ease some of the pressure on her neck, licking, fondling, touching her everywhere I can.
Her tits. Her nipples. Her clit. All the while I slice in and out of her, driving in as deep as her swollen pussy will allow.
I surround her, every inch of us touching, kissing, fucking.
With each pass inside her, I squeeze tighter, strangling her airway until her hand latches over mine. Then I relax it.
Over and over, I play with her breath. Her blood flow. I control her body. Possess it. And she knows it.
The moment her pussy spasms, I pull out. My wet cock slaps my abs, just as unhappy about it as she is. She whimpers in protest, but I spin her around and take her down to the bed.
“Look at me,” I demand, but she closes her eyes and shakes her head.
Not fucking good enough.
I grip her throat tighter. “Look at me!”
Her eyes snap open, and I thrust back into her, pistoning and rolling my hips so I hit her front wall from the inside.
My knees dig into the bed, and my hips pummel as I lean over her.
God, she’s so pretty like this. So fucking stunning with her face all red and her eyes gone and her body filled with me. Only me.
Reaching between us, I rub her clit.
“Don’t close them. Keep them on me. I want to see your gorgeous eyes when you come for me. I’m fucking you so good.”
“Yes,” she manages.
“You want more, though, don’t you, my good girl?”
Her eyes cling, her lashes wet, and when she swallows, I feel her muscles working against my hand.
“It’s okay to tell me. I’ve got you.”
More tears form in her eyes, but she silently nods.
“Sweetheart, I’m going to give you my world. Every piece of me. Even the ones I shouldn’t.”
Somehow, I fuck her faster, harder while I take her mouth, but just for a kiss. Just so I can taste her discordant moans and whimpered cries. Her cunt is slick and hot and feels so fucking right. My balls draw up, and pleasure mounts to an unbearable breaking point low in my belly.
But it’s her face that’s pushing me over the edge. Pupils blown, lashes at half-mast, wet hair a total disaster, cheeks flushed bright red, breathing labored, and utter erotic bliss.
“Fuck!” I bellow, only to catch myself and smother my moans against her lips. She shudders and shakes, her orgasm coming on strong, and I release her neck, forcing blood back up into her brain and her breath back into her lungs.
She screams, and I swallow it, grunting and growling as her nails dig into my back, scratching and likely drawing blood. It only surges me higher.
It’s the most intense orgasm of my life, and I collapse on her, holding her here with my weight, never wanting to let her go. Knowing I won’t get the choice.
After all, she’s here for a reason. La mia dolce piccolo vipera. My sweet little viper. But more than that, she’s la mia stella. My star. And that hits harder than anything else.