Chapter 26
Pushing aside the chaos I’ve become, I ride her body, fucking her without restraint now. Hard and deep.
She trembles, but she doesn’t ask me to slow down. Using my shoulders as leverage, she lifts her hips, forcing me to give her more.
Her pussy is hot and so wet that the sounds each time I pull out and thrust back in are driving me insane.
I pound into her in a relentless rhythm, stretching her sex to take the thick girth of my cock.
Every time I sink into her, it’s like the first time.
Elodie takes me with difficulty, but she still begs for more, and I increase the pace.
I rub her clit, and the way she clenches around me intensifies.
Fuck!
I shift positions, pulling her into my lap, keeping her impaled on my length now.
“Control the rhythm, bella. I don’t trust myself not to hurt you.”
She wraps her arms around my neck, and I groan when I feel her wet curls rubbing against my pelvis each time she sinks down.
I suck her breasts, those tempting fruits offered to my mouth.
The ride is torture. She grinds and rolls her hips as she rides me, and after the third time, I hold her still in my lap, buried to the hilt, while my fingers stroke her clit.
Her climax comes hard, surprising me. Her needy moans, those whimpering cries of pleasure, are quickly becoming my favorite song.
Still inside her, I stand and pull out, bending her over the couch while I remain on my feet.
I spread her thighs and position myself behind her.
With my fingers digging firmly into her hips, I slam into her slick heat.
We both scream. The raw energy of our perfect fit makes us tremble.
“Touch that pretty pussy while I fuck you.”
I drive into her with hard, relentless thrusts.
The scent of our sex, her body, the two of us mixed together, saturates the air with a heady, intoxicating perfume.
I lean forward to cup her breasts, which makes me sink even deeper inside her.
She moans loudly, and I know her nipples must be sensitive from my earlier sucking.
I tug them, and she pushes back against me, showing me I’ve found one of her weaknesses.
Grabbing her hair with one hand, I rub her clit with the other, straightening my body to slam harder into her.
“Come,” I command.
Elodie may be defiant, but I’m learning her. In bed, she seems to crave orders, because I only have to thrust another half dozen times before she screams my name, clamping down around me.
My cock swells even more, and I slam deep inside her.
I follow her into a brutal orgasm, coming so hard I worry it might spill from the condom.
It takes me a moment to realize that the guttural cries of lust I hear are my own. Even after every drop of cum has been spent, I keep pounding into her, unable to stop.
“My God, woman. . .”
I kiss down her spine and carefully withdraw.
I lay her gently on the couch, then head to the attached bathroom to dispose of the condom and clean up.
When I return, she’s watching me silently. I scoop her into my arms and carry her to my suite.
She doesn’t speak or protest, only keeps her gaze on me the entire time.
Before entering the bedroom, I kiss her and press our foreheads together.
“I don’t need words right now,” she says, as if sensing that my silence is unusual.
I knew that when I finally had her, it would be intense, but I never expected to feel like I found my perfect place in the world inside her.
I lay her on the bed. “Sore?”
“In a good way,” she answers, sleepy.
I open the nightstand drawer and grab another condom, rolling it onto my cock, already hard again.
Her eyes widen, a silent question.
“I’m nowhere near done with you. I fucked you—now I’m going to take my time, savoring every inch of you. Slow and sweet, like I promised. I’m not leaving this pussy tonight.”
This time, when I slide into her, I try to brace for the feeling of being dragged straight into heaven.
I already know how incredible it is to fuck her, but it doesn’t matter. The second I’m buried deep inside her again, lust takes over.
I start slow, gliding without haste, feeling her greedy little pussy swallow every vein of my cock.
Elodie is so hot inside that even with the condom, I can feel her heat.
I thrust in a slow rhythm, trying to make this second round last.
Propping myself on my elbows, I set a deep, steady pace.
“Lock your thighs around my back.”
I lift her ass at the perfect angle so that every time I slide into her, I hit the spot that will drive her wild.
Her mouth parts in shock, like she’s never felt anything like this, and suddenly, I don’t want her to ever have this with anyone else
I want to make a law, to decree her mine. I want my Romani’s body to be my private paradise.
I speed up, fucking her with more greed, pumping into her as my chest fills with both sensory overload and something I can’t even name.
I keep thrusting for what feels like forever, until her cries make me lose control, going faster and faster.
I latch on to her breasts, unable to decide which one to suck, licking and biting her nipples, scraping my teeth over the hardened peaks.
She makes a sound somewhere between a mewl and a roar, and like a wildcat, she claws my back.
I flip us over and take her on all fours again, plunging deep into her sex.
She pushes back against me, offering herself to my hunger, but it’s still not enough. I haul her upright, and while fucking her from behind, I turn her face and invade her mouth, devouring her tongue.
I spread the lips of her sex and massage her clit.
She bites me in a primal response to my demand.
“I want everything of you and with you, woman.”
“I’m not denying you anything.”
I keep hammering into her, the need to possess her burning away any control.
Our skin slides together, slick with sweat from the intense fucking—from our ravenous passion, pussy devouring cock.
Unrestrained lust.
Uncontrollable desire.
Perfect chemistry.
I could spend days trying to name what I’m feeling and still never explain this connection between us.
Elodie is fiery, sexy, but also sweet, like a rare, exquisite fruit.
My cock throbs, desperate for the prize of release, and when she tightens around me, I know I won’t last much longer.
“This time, I’m coming while looking at you, bella.”
I pull out, lie on the bed, and drag her on top of me.
“Ride me.”
I grab the back of her neck and pull her in for a wet, deep kiss.
When I let go, her small hands brace against my chest.
“Grind on my cock, Elodie.”
She plants her feet on the bed, crouching over me, and I nearly lose it at the sight of her tiny sex taking me in.
She rides me faster and faster, bouncing up and down.
I can’t stay still. Gripping her waist, I thrust up to meet her.
She screams and throws her head back, her face contorted with intense pleasure.
I slam into her, pull out, and drive back in again, making her take every inch of me.
“Ahhh. . .”
“Come for me one more time.”
I fist her hair and drive hard, my hips colliding with the soft flesh of her sex and inner thighs.
The fucking reaches a wild peak, and she cries out, begging me to give her what she needs.
I do exactly that, fucking her deep and hard, and when her pussy clenches around me, I know she’s coming.
Elodie pulses around me one last time before letting out a long, broken moan, her face blissfully sated, and that look pushes me over the edge.
My thrusts become almost brutal, powerful, and then, finally, I come inside her.
The spurts of my release fill the condom, but I keep driving into her, pushing deep.
I lift her gently, sliding free of her body, and lay her down on the mattress.
Then I collapse on my back and pull her over me, capturing her mouth in a kiss.
I feel her racing heartbeat matching mine beat for beat.
Our breaths are ragged, our bodies wrapped in the satisfied haze of our raw, intense connection.
“I. . .”
“Don’t say anything, Gianni. If you speak, I’ll respond, and I get all tangled up when something stirs my emotions. Just hold me. Don’t let me go. Please, just don’t let me go.”