Chapter 22 Ayanna #2
Nah, this laugh was laced with something else entirely.
Dropping his fingers from my chest, and taking a step back he issued a one-word command that I couldn’t resist. “Bedroom.”
“Why you insist on fighting me?” Teo’s question settled over me as two hard thrusts rocked me from behind, slapping forcefully into my damp skin.
His fingers tangled through my hair, the tips of his fingers grazing my scalp in slow, possessive strokes.
“Hmm? Don’t you know this is for your protection?
” He breathed, yanking my hair back with just enough force to make me meet his gaze.
A sheen of sweat covered my entire body.
Tiny beads dotted my forehead, and fine droplets trickled down the center of my breasts.
Pleasure touched me everywhere... my pulsating pussy.
.. my sensitive titties, and the warm skin of my ass cheeks where Teo seemed to lose himself.
Though he never lost control, his movements stayed deep and deliberate.
“But you insist on being a brat? Why you being difficult with me?” He murmured close to my ear, before biting the sensitive skin there.
The sharp sensation sent a flood of warmth to his rock-hard erection, coating him, as he expanded inside of me, filling me.
.. fully. The moan that fought to be free was stifled by the intrusion of his tongue.
Aggressively and hungrily, his tongue pushed to the back of my mouth and expertly explored me as if I was the most exquisite thing he’d ever tasted.
Soft whimpers escaped me, followed by needy pleas as I surrendered…
to him. Surrendered to the fact that he was not going to ask for permission to protect me.
That he would move heaven and earth if that meant keeping me safe.
That this was something I would have to accept.
And rebelling against it would get me nowhere but face down, ass up, and taking back shots.
The minute I found my voice, I whimpered, incoherently, “I- I’m sorry. I just wanted to get out. I was feeling c-caged.”
In response, this man widened his stance behind me, angling himself at just the right position to gain more leverage.
Both hands dropped to my waist, and he gripped both sides of my flesh, securely.
The way he began assaulting my pussy, with deep powerful strokes, left me breathless and at a loss for words.
It was clear, he was making a point.
“Arch your back, Amore.” He growled, and delivered one loud, and thunderous blow to my ass, before the warmth of his hand grazed my skin soothing the sting.
Then his free hand moved to the space between my shoulder blades and pressed my body into the mattress.
Forcing me into the position he so powerfully demanded.
Yeah, this wasn’t that soft, affectionate lovemaking I’d become accustomed to with him. This version of Teo was new to me.
“I won’t let anything happen to you.” He rasped, and my eyes fluttered shut when his hand landed right between my legs. His thumb grazed the top of my clit, rubbing frantic circles as he glided in and out of me.
The friction was overstimulating.
“I know,” I whispered, my breath hitching as his hips slammed into mine again. “But you gotta trust me to stay safe.”
His free hand slid down my spine, before he pulled completely out of me. Leaving me to feel empty.
“You think this is about trust? Or about how I feel about you taking care of yourself?” He flipped me over, my back hitting the sweaty sheets, while spreading my legs and pinning them to the mattress.
The tip of his dick, tapped at my entrance.
Over and over, until I was good and sloppy wet down there.
The thick sticky essence covered him, glistening.
I’m not sure I’ve ever been this turned on before.
Never this aroused. Even my nipples were ultra sensitive.
When he lightly bit my right breast and then proceeded to suck it into his mouth, and suckled on it like a man starved, I almost came on the spot.
“You have no idea.” He pushed inside of me finally, one hand flicking at my clit, while the other one vigorously jerked at my tender nipples. “Threats have been made.”
His chuckle was dark and low, the sound vibrating through his chest and rolling onto my skin. “I don’t trust nobody in this world to keep you safe but me.”
“Oh, shit, Teo.” I damn near whined, my body teetering on the edge of release.
I clenched my fists, trying to hold back the inevitable wave crashing through me.
“Ahh ... If you keep... oh shit... doing that... I’m gonna cum.
” A gasp escaped me along with the presence of the sticky substance gushing between us.
Another thrust.
Another full-body quake before he pulled out again delivering several quick swats to my opening, then buried his face between my thighs. His breath was hot against my skin, his tongue was dipping in and out.
It was so intense... so pleasurable that I couldn’t stop my legs from collapsing and just accepting his form of punishment. Every flick of his tongue, every touch, was a reminder of who was in control.
When he lifted from between my thighs, his upper lip glistened, he said, “This is what happens when you fight me.”
Why the fuck was that so erotic?
“Fuck, Teo...” I wasn’t even sure I said it loud enough to be heard but it didn’t matter. He went back to ravaging me, until he ate me through my orgasm like a man possessed.
Then proceeded to fuck me — not make love — but fuck me through, orgasm number two.
By the time we were on number three, things had shifted into a more tender rhythm. Not by much, but tender enough that his touches were gentler, and his kisses were softer.
An understanding had passed between us.
Now he lay on top of me, him moving in and out, much slower, now. But still very much purposeful. He was close. I could hear it in his breathing. He pressed his forehead to mine, one hand cupping my jaw while the other locked behind my knee.
“Where you want it?” He asked.
There was no need to elaborate. Because I knew what he was asking.
“Inside.” I whispered.
That was all he needed.
His grip on me tightened, hips jerking forward before he emptied into me. A guttural groan erupted from somewhere deep inside his chest. Then he kissed the side of my neck. It was tender and soft. One after another, until those gentle touches turned into long, passionate kisses.
He let his hand linger on my cheek, caressed it even, then he sighed.
“You’re spoiled, you know that?” he whispered against my lips. “La mia viziata moglie. I’ll take you to your boutique. And I’ll put together a team I trust to go with you tomorrow. I hope I don’t regret it.”
I smiled, breathless and satisfied. “Thank you.”
He didn’t respond, only kissed me again.