Francesca #3
He stared at me with unblinking eyes, telegraphing the same intensity he had shown me across the table with my father and brother sitting right next to us. Possessive and aggressive, he somehow touched me across the room.
Then he gave a subtle nod. “Get your ass over here.” It wasn’t remotely playful. It was an order from a lieutenant.
I set the bag on one of the armchairs near the window and walked over, seeing his head slowly tilt to continue to meet my gaze. When I got closer, my hand went to his shoulder and felt the searing heat at the contact. And then I crawled into his lap and straddled his hips.
He grabbed my shirt and tugged it over my head before his fingers quickly unsnapped my bra.
He hooked his arm around my lower back and kissed the valley between my tits.
Then he sucked one nipple into his mouth before he moved to the other.
His kisses were aggressive and forceful, tasting me and sucking me and even biting me.
His mouth moved up my neck, and his hand dug into my hair and gave a gentle tug on the back of my head.
“My tough fucking bitch.” He smacked my ass with his palm before he squeezed the cheek.
“So fucking hot.” He rose to his feet and carried me with him effortlessly.
Then he threw me on the bed, making me land on my stomach.
He was on me right away, slipping off my shoes before tugging down my jeans and panties.
He grabbed a pillow and shoved it under my stomach before he dropped his boxers and moved on top of me.
His big dick pressed between my cheeks as he breathed next to my ear. Then he guided himself inside me and shoved himself hard, entering me without the gentleness he usually extended.
He felt fuller at this angle, so big I thought for a moment it might split me in two. But I wouldn’t mind the pain one bit.
He balled his hands into fists on either side of me as he held himself up and pounded into me viciously, fucking me like a whore rather than the woman he loved. Gave me all his length like he didn’t care if it hurt me.
It was worth it. Every inch was worth it.
“Tough.” He said each word between his thrusts. “Fucking.” He made the headboard tap against the wall with his quick movements. “Bitch.”
I’d assumed it was going to be a quick fuck before we headed out to join Cosa Nostra, but he fucked me twice, back-to-back, like he didn’t need a moment to get the wind back in his sails.
Now he was squeezed between my thighs with his arms pinned behind my knees, fucking me as savagely as if it was his first opportunity to have me.
My nails dug into his arms as I held on tight, feeling my body dip into the bed over and over as he rammed his massive length inside me.
Like it was a personal challenge he’d accepted, he tried to make me come as many times as he could just to see me cry.
And every time I released, the surge of tears got heavier.
My cheeks felt so red, it was as if blisters had formed on the skin. “Cristo…”
“You can call me Wolfe.” He nailed me like he’d paid me a fat fee to do whatever he wanted, and he stared me down almost like prey. This wasn’t about love at all, but a carnal possessiveness that drove him mad.
My wishing death upon my enemies and wanting to be the one to execute them was his biggest turn-on, apparently.
“Baby, you make me so hot when you get mad.”
I definitely wasn’t mad now. I was stuffed with too much dick that could barely fit. He destroyed me with his length, taking me harder and faster than he ever had.
It was the first time I wanted him to finish because he’d been fucking me like this nonstop for thirty minutes straight, a piston in a diesel engine, working hard and fast to pump vigorously even when the oil ran low.
And after coming three times in the last thirty minutes, I just couldn’t go again.
I grabbed his ass and tugged him into me. “I’m gonna kill all those fucking assholes.”
A wave of desire flowed across his gaze as he listened to that, as if violence and death were his version of dirty talk.
It had the exact effect I desired because he let loose a moan as he gave his final pumps.
“Fuck yeah, you are, baby.” He filled me with his seed, his jawline tight from the way he clenched it, all the muscles in his body flexing at the same time.
He pulled out of me and wordlessly left the bed. He walked into the bathroom, and then a moment later, the shower came on.
It took me a little while to stretch out again, my hips and hamstrings and pretty much everything tight from being pinned in that position for so long.
I finally unfolded and lay there, emotionally and physically spent.
If I ever wanted to be fucked like that again, all I had to do was vow to kill people who wronged me, and he would nail me.
So knocked out, I drifted off and woke up when I heard him get dressed. He gave my ass a gentle smack to get me up. “Come on, baby. We’ve got work to do.”