Chapter 17 #3
The thought of stopping now is unbearable, enough to make me want to cry. I'm so close, and it feels so fucking good. But is it worth it?
The thought of him inside me, of finally being filled by him... that’s a hunger that goes soul-deep.
I have no doubt he means what he says. Sadistic bastard.
"Choose," he snarls, and there's an edge of desperation in his voice now. He wants this as much as I do. "You're running out of time."
I want both. I want everything.
But he's made the rules of this game. And he's the only one who knows how to win.
I have to choose.
The pleasure is cresting, a wave about to break. If I don't decide soon, my body will decide for me. The thought of him stopping, of this delicious friction ceasing, is agony.
"Fuck me," I whisper, the words barely audible. "Please, Vito. Fuck me."
As soon as the words leave my mouth, the pressure against me is gone. I cry out at the loss, a sound of pure despair, my body trembling with the effort of holding back my orgasm.
For a beat, there is only the sound of our ragged breathing. The air crackles with tension, thick with the need to release.
He spreads my cheeks apart and aligns himself with my entrance.
"I am going to fuck you now, Teresa," he murmurs, the words a promise that makes my whole body clench. "And I am not going to be gentle."
And that's all the warning I get.
His grip tight, holding me open, he pushes inside me in a hard, brutal thrust. He doesn't give me time to adjust. He doesn't give me a moment to breathe.
He just takes.
A scream tears from my throat as he stretches me, fills me, splits me open. It's a sharp, sweet, stinging pain that is immediately eclipsed by a wave of intense, overwhelming pleasure.
My back arches, my hands flying out to grip the sides of the daybed. He's bigger than I imagined, thicker than I ever could have prepared for. The feeling of being so completely, utterly possessed by him is intoxicating. Addictive.
"Fuck," he groans, and it's the most beautiful, broken sound I've ever heard. He's still for a moment, and I can feel him throbbing, a living, breathing part of me. "You feel... Christ. You feel incredible."
He’s breathing heavily. His fingers dig into my flesh, and I know there will be bruises there tomorrow. The thought excites me.
I'm panting, my body trembling, trying to process the sheer, overwhelming sensation of him inside me. I feel completely and utterly possessed.
He leans forward to brush his lips against my ear, and the change in angle makes me cry out helplessly as he shifts inside me.
"Ready for the rest?" he whispers.
A shocked breath escapes me. There's more?
"More?" I gasp, unable to believe my own response.
He lets out a dark chuckle that vibrates through my whole body. "Just a little more. You can take it. I know you can."
I sob. I want it. I want all of it.
But I don't know if I can.
Those words come tumbling out. "I don't think I can," I admit in a ragged gasp, the vulnerability in my own voice shocking me. I am a woman who prides herself on her control, but here, with him, I have none. And I'm not sure if that terrifies me or excites me.
"Sure you can," he murmurs against my ear. "You can take so much more than you think. You just need someone to show you."
Vito shifts, and I tense.
"I want all of you," I pant against the pillow, "but I can't."
"Yes, you can," he says. "You will. You're going to take whatever I give you. I want to see that pretty little cunt swallow me whole."
His words are a slap. They're dirty. Debauched.
I love it. My inner walls flutter around him in a desperate, hungry clench.
He takes this as an invitation.
"See?" he says, and he sounds so damn smug I want to slap him. But I can't move. I can only lie here and take it. "Your body knows what it wants. It wants every last inch."
Vito slides his hand up my back and into my hair. He fists it tightly and pulls, tilting my head back, forcing my spine into a deep arch that pushes my ass into the air. The position leaves me completely open to him, vulnerable in a way I've never been before.
He leans forward and ravages my mouth in a filthy, wet mouth-fuck. His tongue thrusts into me, invading me, taking what he wants.
And really, he barely has to try. I am completely and utterly willing, already so gone for him.
I open my mouth wider, inviting him deeper. I want more of him. All of him. I want him to fill me in every way possible, until there's nothing left of me.
I suck on his tongue, and he groans, the sound vibrating through my whole body.
He pulls away with a wet pop, and I'm left panting, my lips swollen and tingling. My eyes are stinging with unshed tears of need.
Before I can even process that, his grip in my hair tightens again, and a fresh wave of wetness floods me.
With one hard thrust, he pushes the rest of the way in, burying himself to the hilt. His balls slap against my clit at the same time that he hits something deep inside me. Something so intense, so blindingly pleasurable, it borders on pain.
A scream rips from my throat as my whole body convulses, my vision blacks out, and I'm coming, my pussy clamping down on him in a series of desperate, hungry spasms.
"That's it," he groans, his hips grinding into me, letting me ride out the wave. "That's my girl. Take it."
He’s so deep I can feel him in my soul. This is more than sex. This is like a possession. He's branding me from the inside out, making me his.
Then, I am boneless, a ragdoll in his arms. The aftershocks are still rippling through me, little shudders that make me gasp.
Vito holds himself still for a long moment, just letting me feel him. Letting me adjust to the sheer, overwhelming size of him.
It's even more obvious now that my pussy is fluttering around him in the aftermath, trying to mold itself to his shape. He's too big. I'm too small. The fit is almost painful. But it's a pain that I never want to end.
I feel him shift slightly, pulling out just an inch before pushing back in. The movement is slow, deliberate.
I respond by pushing back against him, taking him deeper.
He lets out a low, dark chuckle. "Greedy girl." He pulls out a little further this time, then thrusts back in, a little harder. "You like when it hurts a little, huh? When I stretch you out and fill your tight little hole?"
I can only whimper in response, my face buried in the pillows. The humiliation should be stinging, but instead, it's just fuel for the fire. He sees me. All of me. The parts I hide from everyone else, even myself.