Chapter 16 Giovanni
GIOVANNI
Iwatch Amber shift into position, her body rising onto all fours on the bed, knees sinking into the mattress, ass presented to me like a goddamn invitation.
The sight hits me hard—her back arching slightly, her bronze skin flushed from her earlier release, that wild dark hair spilling over her shoulders.
She's always been fire and fight, spitting venom and pushing back at every turn, but here she is, compliant, submissive, giving herself over without a word.
It stirs something primal in me, a need to protect and possess all at once.
Beneath that tough exterior, she's been neglected too long, starved for someone to take the reins and give her everything.
And fuck if I won't be that man.
I move behind her silently, not letting her catch my approach in the dim light. No warning, just the sudden warmth of my fingers trailing down her naked back, from the dip between her shoulder blades to the curve of her spine.
Her breath hitches sharply, a small sound that sends a rush through my veins.
I lean in close, my lips brushing her ear as I whisper, "You're perfect like this, Amber. So open, so ready for me."
My hands roam lightly, feather-soft touches along her sides, skimming her ribs, then up to graze the undersides of her breasts.
Goosebumps erupt across her skin, her body shivering under my fingertips as I trace the line of her hip, the inside of her thigh.
Every twitch, every intake of breath—I catalog it all, learning her like a map I plan to explore forever.
She trembles when I grip her thighs, spreading her legs wider. Her pussy glistens, still slick and swollen from her orgasm, warm heat radiating from her core.
I can't resist.
I drop down, burying my face between her legs, my tongue plunging straight inside her.
The taste of her—sweet, musky, addictive—drives me insane. I thrust my tongue deep, fucking her with it, lapping at her folds while my hands hold her steady.
She squirms against my mouth, gasping, then moaning low and desperate as I devour her, sucking her clit before diving back in. Her pussy flutters deliciously around my tongue. The thought of those silken walls around my cock is enough to make me groan into her folds.
"Giovanni... please," she begs, voice breaking, hips pushing back toward me.
That's the last straw.
I rise up, shedding my pants in a hurry, my cock throbbing hard and ready. I line up at her entrance, one hand fisting her hip, and yank her back onto me in one smooth, deep thrust.
She takes me fully, her tight walls gripping like a vice, and her moan fractures into a cry that echoes through the room.
I don't hold back.
I push her shoulders down flat to the bed, my fingers wrapping around her neck from behind, holding her just firm enough to feel her pulse racing under my palm. I pump into her harder, each snap of my hips driving deeper, the slap of skin on skin filling the air.
I slide two fingers into her mouth, letting her bite down on them as pleasure overwhelms her, muffling her whimpers. "You like this, don't you? Being taken like this by a bad man who won't stop?" I growl, my voice rough with lust.
"Yes," she moans around my fingers, the word vibrating through me.
I lean over her, thrusting relentlessly. "What if I'd done it all along? Those nights at the pub, just bent you over the table and fucked you right there, no matter what you said. Claimed you in front of everyone, made you mine publicly while they watched. Would you have liked it?”
"Yes!" she screams, her body clenching around my cock, pushing me closer to the edge.
It thrills me to my core—this woman, matching every dark fantasy I've buried, egging it on instead of pulling away. She's mine, perfectly, completely.
I tighten my grip on her hips, pounding faster. "I'm going to come inside you now, Amber. Fill you up, and there's nothing you can do to stop it."
Of course, in the back of my mind, I know I'd pull out if she asked—hell, she'd know that too. But her moans only grow louder, wilder, telling me she's lost in it, craving the rush just as much.
"Please," she gasps, "please—"
Her plea shatters me.
I come hard, spilling deep inside her with a guttural groan, her pussy clenching tight around me, milking every drop as waves of release crash through us both.
My hands dig into her hips, holding her flush against me until the last pulse fades, our breaths ragged in the heavy silence.