Chapter 17 #3
He lunges for me, grabbing me and flipping me onto my stomach so fast the world spins.
I’m pressed facedown in the fresh-scented comforter for only a second before his palm comes down on my ass.
There’s more sting this time than the last, but the effect is the same.
A sudden rush of heat snakes low through my belly.
“You’re wrong about that, cara,” he warns silkily, palming my cheek before he issues another warning smack.
I start, grinding my hips into the mattress. I’ve never felt anything like this. I had no idea I would like being dominated. I’ve only been intimate with one other man, and our sex never even meandered from vanilla to beige.
“I almost died tonight,” he says, giving me another smack. “And this is the thanks I get when I come back to you alive?” Smack.
Oh God, I feel that one in my clit.
My only answer is to moan and tip my hips forward, seeking friction and relief. If I don’t get off soon, I’m going to lose my mind.
“I tortured a man today.”
He’s not telling me anything I didn’t already suspect.
Smack.
“And do you know what I was thinking about the whole time?”
Smack.
I’m too far gone to reply. To think.
“All I could think about was fucking you. Stripping you naked. Getting you on your knees and watching as you suck me, giving you all the come I’ve been saving for you. Licking your cunt until you scream.”
Smack.
I can’t take it anymore.
“Please,” I beg, writhing into the comforter. “Just do it.”
He rubs my ass, massaging it where he was smacking, and then his fingers slide under my thong, finding my pussy.
“Cazzo, bella,” he growls. “You liked that, didn’t you? Your pussy is dripping.”
“Ungh.” A sound comes out of me that’s not even human as my hips dance, trying to get those fingers where I want them. In me.
He glances over my entrance, teasing. “Tell me what you want me to do. If you say it nicely, maybe I’ll give it to you.”
“I’ll do anything you want. I’ll take off my panties,” I mumble into the comforter, desperate now.
“Good wife.” He flips me onto my back in one fluid motion, and in the next, he’s the one pulling off my panties and whipping them down my legs before he tosses them over his shoulder. “Now beg me.”
I’ll do anything he wants at this point, but there’s a little bit of fight left in me, so I reach down, intending to at least relieve some of the need. He’s quick, catching my hand before I can touch myself.
“This pussy is mine, cara. No touching.” Then he spanks me again, right there.
My toes curl. I barely have a second to process before he pulls me to the edge of the bed and hooks my legs over his shoulders.
He kisses my inner thigh. “Now, beg me to let you come.”
He’s close, staring intently at my pussy like he’s never seen anything better. It’s so ridiculously hot that I can’t pretend I’m not melting from the inside out, desperate for his mouth on me.
“Please,” I blurt out. “Let me come.”
Finally, he takes pity on me and gives me what I need. He dips his head, and he swirls his tongue over my clit. My back bows from the bed at the wet glide as he licks and then takes me into his mouth, sucking so hard, all I can do is bury my fingers in his hair and hold on for dear life.
He feasts on me like he’s been starved, licking down my wet slit to my entrance. When he spears me with his tongue and fucks me with it, I can’t keep from crying out. Then his fingers replace his tongue, and he latches back on to my clit.
And I. Am. Done.
As he pumps two fingers deep inside me, curling them in a way that hits just the right place, he gives me another long suck, worrying the underside of my bud with his teeth.
The pleasure is so intense that I’m practically hyperventilating as release roars through me like a plane taking off on a runway.
I come so hard that I feel a warm rush of liquid squirt from me.
He makes a low sound of approval and laps it up, every drop.
“Cazzo, cara. You’re so fucking hot and tight and wet.” He licks me again. “Your pussy is perfect.”
He sinks two fingers back inside me and returns to lavishing attention on my clit. I’m hypersensitive from just coming, but I want to come again. He’s made me greedy and needy, writhing and desperate for him.
“Tell me who this pussy belongs to now,” he demands, his fingers fucking in and out of me.
I clamp down, twisting as I struggle to get him deeper, where I want him. He flutters his tongue over my clit in a light tease, not giving me the pressure I need.
I make a sound of frustration and pump my hips, trying to urge him on.
But he knows what I’m doing, what I’m after, and he’s every bit as stubborn.
He blows a stream of hot air over my clit. “Not until you tell me.”
My rational mind wants to resist, along with my pride. But the rest of me is desperate for another orgasm. I know he’ll just keep edging me until I give him what he wants.
“Fine,” I bite out. “It’s yours.”
“You’re fucking right it is,” he growls, and then he starts eating me out all over again. “Say my name when you come, cara.”
I shouldn’t. I should deny him. We just went from zero to one hundred in five seconds.
But I’m mindless now, surrendering to sensation.
He’s working me relentlessly, his long fingers fucking me in the best way.
He sucks on my clit and then bites it, and I lose control.
The next orgasm hits me even harder than the first.
I throw back my head and cry out his name just like he demanded, coming all over his fingers and tongue. “Enzo…holy…fuck.”
He kisses me, long and slow and openmouthed, his bright gaze locked on mine.
When he rubs his face into me, using his five-o’clock shadow on my swollen folds, I gasp and rock into him.
It’s as if he’s trying to cover himself in my scent, as if he can’t get enough of me.
And I feel the same way. I’m in a lust-filled daze as he unhooks my legs from his shoulders and moves me into the center of the mattress.
He joins me, that big, beautiful body pinning mine to the bed.
I’ve worked with many dancers who were incredible athletes, their bodies honed to perfection to ply their craft, but I’ve never seen someone built the way he is.
He’s not just lean, he’s powerful, his muscles flexing and tattoos dancing as he leverages himself over me.
My legs naturally part, and he settles between them like it’s where he’s always belonged.
Our bodies are perfectly aligned, his thick cock prodding me.
“You feel so fucking good.” He flicks his tongue over my nipple. “I’ve never fucked anyone bare before, but I want to now, with you.”
I think he’s asking permission without actually asking. Coming from a man who answers to almost no one, it’s something. I’ll take it. Besides, I’m so far gone that all I want is him inside me, any way I can have him.
“Then do it,” I tell him.
I don’t need to say it twice. He starts feeding me his cock slowly. Too slowly. I make a noise and roll my hips, bringing him deeper.
“Cazzo.” He flexes and fills me.
He’s big, and I can feel every inch of him pressed up against me, demanding, just like he is.
I cling to him, dimly remembering to avoid the bandage on one arm.
Being wounded hasn’t affected his ability in the bedroom one iota, and I’m so out of it that I almost forgot what brought us together when I came into the room.
He pumps into me the rest of the way, until I’m gloriously full of his cock. But he’s not done. On his knees, he guides my legs up his chest, the sudden angle bringing him even deeper.
A moan escapes me as he starts to move, fucking me with tight, measured thrusts.
I’m more flexible than he realized, and when he makes the discovery, he pounds into me harder, his weight coming down on me so that I’m almost folded completely in half.
The angle is out of this world. I’m a wet mess, a pool starting to form under my ass on the bed.
He fucks me faster, deeper, dirty words flying from his mouth. “Your pussy is so wet and greedy for my cock. You like getting fucked like this, don’t you, cara? You like the way I’m destroying this tight little pussy.”
“Yes,” I gasp out as he pounds into me, sending me sliding across the bed with the force of it. “Oh God, yes.”
“You’re dripping everywhere. Fuck, baby. I’m going to fill you with my come. That’s what you want, isn’t it? Your pussy is such a slut for me.”
I don’t know why, but his dirty talking is wrecking me in the best possible way. I tighten on him, on the verge of coming again.
“Yes,” I manage to moan, pinching my nipples as he fucks me. “That’s what I want.”
“Beg me for my come,” he grinds out, taking my hands in his and lacing our fingers together so that my arms are pinned to the bed on either side of my head.
I’m completely at his mercy, and I’ve never been more aroused in my life.
He sucks one of my nipples and gives me a shallow thrust that’s not enough. “Beg me, hellcat, or I won’t give it to you.”
“Please,” I surrender, my needy pussy taking control of the wheel. “Give me your come.”
“Good girl.” He rises up and thrusts hard into me, grinding against my clit.
Pleasure rips through me, racing down my spine and exploding.
I clamp down on his cock, coming with an intensity I’ve never experienced before.
He fucks me for another few hard thrusts, and then he gives me what he promised, sinking so deep and filling me up with the hot, delicious rush of his come.
We stay wrapped up in each other for what could be seconds or minutes, my pussy pulsing with aftershocks of the multiple orgasms I’ve just had, my body clearly intent on wringing every drop out of his gorgeous cock.
Then he slowly withdraws, slipping from me and unfolding my legs.
I lie there on the comforter, heart pounding fast, body humming with pleasure and exertion, and make a shocking realization.
I’ve never felt more alive.