CHAPTER THREE
SIENNA
“Fuck, Sienna. You beg so prettily,” he whispered.
“Then why aren’t you giving me that dick, Beast?”
“Your pretty mouth is begging, but this pretty pussy isn’t begging yet,” he drawled, trailing his hand down my body until he was sliding it over the curve of my ass.
Without warning, he spanked me, hard enough to sting but not truly hurt. I groaned, my pussy growing even wetter in response. Then he pressed a tender kiss to my back again. Gentle and brutal, that was my savage.
His hand dipped between us, gripping his cock. He teased me mercilessly, sliding the tip along my entrance, coating himself in my arousal yet not pushing in. I whimpered, actually whimpered, and attempted to push back against him.
If I angled my pussy just right, I could cause him to slip inside. Knowing my intentions, he placed his free hand on my hip, holding me in place.
“Patience, Little Demon,” he murmured, his voice strained with his own need. “These lips aren’t begging for this cock yet.”
Yes, they were!
Couldn’t he feel my pussy fluttering, pleading to be filled? He slid his cock through my slick folds again. When he tapped it against my pussy, I shuddered, my walls clenching, hungry for him.
I closed my eyes as he finally aligned his cock with my entrance. My body was trembling now, beyond ready. Yet, he was making me wait, making me want it more than I wanted anything else, making me need it more than I needed anything else.
And damn him, it was working. I was practically panting with desire, pussy so wet I was surprised my juices weren’t dripping down my thighs. I rolled my hips, and that earned me another smack on the ass.
It was worth it. I was so riled up, I could probably come just from him spanking me. I was about to roll my hips again, but what he did next stopped me. My eyes popped open, my lips parting on a moan that seemed torn from deep within my chest when he thrust into me without warning.
My savage filled me in one powerful stroke that left me breathless. The sudden fullness made my vision blur at the edges, pleasure radiating through every nerve ending. And then he was fucking me.
Gripping my waist with one hand, my throat with the other, he pounded my body with a ferocity that bordered on desperation. In teasing me, he’d also been teasing himself. Now he was out of control, fucking me hard and fast.
All I could do was kneel and take it, my body rocking forward with each brutal thrust. I couldn’t even match his pace.
I was too busy unraveling, falling apart as he pounded me.
His hands on my neck and waist were the only things keeping me from collapsing face-first onto the mat.
He leaned down, his chest pressing against my back as he kissed my shoulder, then my cheek.
“You told me to make you come, beautiful,” my Beast whispered in my ear. “Get ready to do just that.”
He nipped my earlobe, and damn it, even that felt good. Every part of me, every cell, every nerve ending in my body was on high alert, spiraling at his slightest touch. He kept talking dirty to me as he fucked me, his deep voice and filthy words sending shivers over my body.
“This pussy feels just as good as it tastes,” he groaned, driving into me. “Can’t get enough. Will never get enough.”
Same, Beast, same. It was impossible to get enough. Not when it felt this good. Not when it left me wanting more, needing more.
“This pussy is mine, Sienna Keys,” Stefano groaned, punctuating his claim with a deep thrust that made me gasp. “When I tell it to come, I expect it to come.”
All I could do was moan in response, words beyond my capability as pleasure built inside me like a storm gathering force. My body was trembling, my nails digging into the mat. I tried to hold out against the onslaught of sensations, but I was fighting a losing battle.
Stefano’s breath was warm against my ear as he groaned, whispering my name over and over as he drilled me. The sound of my name on his lips, rough with desire, only aroused me more, which should’ve been impossible considering I was already on the verge of exploding.
My pussy gripped him tighter, never wanting to let go. The coil of tension in my core wound taut with each thrust, ready to snap at any moment.
“That’s it, baby,” he whispered. “Take this cock. Fuck, you’re so wet, beautiful. But I know you can get wetter for me.”
His words alone nearly pushed me over the edge. I bit my lip hard, trying to hold back, wanting to prolong this exquisite torture.
“Tell me you can get wetter for me,” he demanded, his tone commanding even as it trembled, proof of his own building desire.
“I can get wetter,” I moaned, the pleasure becoming almost too much to bear, threatening to consume me entirely.
“Show me,” he growled, fucking me faster, the slap of skin against skin echoing in the gym. “Come for me, Sienna. Rain on this cock, baby.”
And I did. With a guttural cry that wasn’t the least bit pretty or elegant, I came hard, my pussy convulsing around his cock. My orgasm tore through me like a hurricane, leaving nothing but devastation and destruction in its wake.
It was a Category five storm, and no one was safe from it. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me, making my limbs weak. Releasing my throat, Stefano gripped my waist with both hands and pounded me with a force that rocked my entire body.
My arms gave out entirely, and I lowered my face to the mat, ass still in the air, taking that cock while aftershocks of pleasure pulsed through me.
“Such a good girl, coming on this cock when I told you to,” he groaned.
I heard the strain in his voice, knew he was close to his own release.
“Do you want me to fill you with my come, baby?”
“Yes,” I moaned, face pressed against the mat, too overwhelmed to lift my head.
“I can’t hear you,” he growled. “Tell me you want to be filled with my come.”
“I want to be filled with your come, Stefano,” I moaned loudly.
My body continued to shudder, pleasure radiating over every part of me as he rocked into me, drawing out my orgasm. His fingers pressed into my flesh as he pounded harder, his rhythm growing erratic.
Then, with a loud groan that echoed through the gym, he flooded me with his release, filling me up, giving me exactly what I’d asked for. He continued thrusting into me as our moans mingled in the air, our bodies riding the waves of ecstasy together.
My body felt like jelly, unable to move, completely spent. It was Stefano who recovered first. Without sliding out of me, he lowered my lower half to the mat and followed me down.
His hands were planted on either side of my head, caging me in. And then he lowered his chest to my back and kissed my cheek, a gesture so tender it made my heart ache.
“I hate this part,” he whispered against my shoulder.
“What part?” I asked, eyes still closed as I waited for my breathing to return to normal, for my heartbeat to slow from its frantic pace.
“The part where I have to leave your body, and we’re no longer one.” He gifted me with a kiss to my neck before whispering, “If I could, I would live inside this pussy, my sweet Sienna.”
Smiling at his words, I whispered, “We’re always one, Stefano Deluca. Even when we’re apart, we’re one. Two halves of one soul.”
I felt his lips against my cheek again.
“Non smetti mai di stupirmi, bella. Mi possiedi. Sono tuo per sempre,” he whispered.
And when his words sank in, my heart melted for my savage.
You never cease to amaze me, beautiful. You own me. I am yours forever.
“Same, Beast,” I whispered, meaning it with every fiber of my being. “Same.”
As his cock slipped from me, he rolled to his side, pulling me with him. I turned, resting my face against his chest. His sweaty chest. But I didn’t care. I just needed to be close to him. Just needed to listen to his heartbeat.
His arm was wrapped around me, his hand massaging my back. For a long time, we lay that way, snuggled together, our breathing slowly returning to normal. Unfortunately, the chill in the room made me shiver. And of course, my savage wasn’t having that.
Stefano’s hand stilled on my back. “You cold?” he asked.
“A little.”
Without saying anything else, he sat up slowly and rose to his feet. He helped me up, too. Then, like it was nothing, he bent and scooped me up into his arms. I didn’t protest. Just wrapped my arms around his neck and rested against him as he strode from the gym.
This man carried me around the house so much that he’d become a pro at opening doors while holding me close. I’d become a pro at relaxing and letting him take over in situations like these.
When we reached the bathroom, he sat me down in front of the shower. It took him no time to strip me out of my gym clothes and then strip himself. Sliding the glass door open, he reached in, turning the water on.
I watched him check the water temp. Once it was to the temp he knew I liked, he stepped back, motioning for me to enter first. Ever the gentleman. I stepped into the stall and moved to the far wall, picking up the shampoo from the top shelf. Stefano entered the stall, closing the door behind him.
“Let me do that for you,” he told me, reaching for the shampoo.
I handed it to him and moved over to the spray of water so he could wash my hair. I swear, I loved it when this man took care of me this way. Having his big hands massage my scalp was the best feeling in the world.
And he was careful when he did it, taking his time with me, detangling my hair just the way I’d taught him.
After conditioning my hair, he left the shower to grab my wide-tooth comb.
He then proceeded to comb through my hair as water fell over my tresses, rinsing out the conditioner and detangling my hair at the same time.
Once he was done, he set the comb on the back shelf of the stall, and we began showering. When the water hit my shoulders, I let out a soft sigh, tilting my head back as warm water rinsed away the suds.