Chapter 34 #3
I feel myself wet and wanton, thrashing around his tongue like I want him to stop, yet I don’t at the same time. The sensation coils in my gut, skirting through my limbs. Every time he brings me to orgasm, it feels like it’s better than the last time.
He thrusts his tongue inside me with ruthless force, like he’s feasting on the essence of me, the taste and the thrill of knowing he can make me this way—his whore, his everything.
“Oh, fuck!” I grind myself on his mouth, no longer shy or caring how insanely intimate this is, not the way I felt the moment he told me what his intentions were.
I’ve never actually had a man eat me out this way. But my God, Gio doesn’t even care. He growls as he flicks and fucks and makes me become a woman I’ve never even dreamed I could be.
His palms round over my ass, grabbing each cheek before he gives it a hard slap. That only makes me warm and depraved, needing to reach that precipice only he can take me to.
He growls, long and deep, saturating me with his brand of seduction, the vibrations piercing through my limbs. I can feel it around my clit, and it makes the hunger, the burn swimming through my veins, flame out brighter.
“Yes, just like that. Don’t stop!” I beg.
I’m almost there. Just a little more.
He spreads my ass cheeks until it hurts, then tugs my clit between his lips while his tongue draws wildly around it, nibbling and flicking until the sensations grow insurmountable.
He gives me more, grunting with a fury, and the need to shatter comes until I fall.
Hard and fast. My head dizzy, my heart racing, my eyes rolling.
But he doesn’t stop. He keeps going while I fight it, this feeling too overpowering.
“I can’t, Gio. N-not another one,” I stammer with a shaky breath.
But instead of granting me reprieve, he slaps my ass and goes harder, flattening his tongue and forcing me to ride it.
“Oh, God!” I scream as a powerful sensation snaps around my body and I’m climbing again.
Before I can even comprehend what’s happening, he pushes me back a little, and instead of his mouth, the most intense vibrations hit my core.
“Fuck!” I scream. “Wha-what’s that?”
I go breathless, crazed to the marrow of my bones, needing that release with barbarity.
“It’s my present for you. Knew how much you enjoyed your toys.”
He switches the settings to a faster pace and I can’t even formulate a response while my body convulses.
He thrusts his fingers inside me, and I fall across the top of his body, open and bare for his eyes to take in everything.
And knowing that he’s looking at my most intimate place while he’s doing this to me is only making me more aroused.
He curls his fingers, the vibrator pulsing with rapid beats until the need overtakes me.
My body arches as I scream. “Oh my God, I can’t stop coming!”
“Yeah, that’s it, baby. Take it like my little whore, and scream like one too.”
Before I can come down from the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever had in my life, I’m lifted in the air, his big, strong hands around my waist, my body thrown facedown on the mattress.
My wrists strain from the belt tugging around, but I like the burn. I like everything he’s doing to me. I crave the desperate way he wants me. The way he takes me like I’m his to control, to own.
“On your knees, Red.” His demanding tone has my core pulsing, desperate to be filled. He slaps me hard across my behind. “Ass up.”
I yelp, rising, my wrists on the small of my back.
“You’re so fucking beautiful tied up, at my mercy, your pretty pussy dripping onto the bed.”
I exude no shame at the knowledge of what my body does for him.
Lowering my chest flat against the mattress, I arch my hips higher.
“Good fucking girl,” he growls, working a palm over my achy core while I hiss, the intensity almost unbearable.
“Fuck me,” I gasp as he works two fingers on each side of my clit, making me delirious once again. “Please, Gio. Give it to me hard.”
“I love hearing you beg for it. I’m gonna fill you up with my cock. Don’t you worry, baby.”
He doesn’t stop touching me, making my knees weak, unable to keep myself upright. But I do. I stay just like that. Open and pleading and needing all of him.
I feel the instant the crown of his hard-on enters me, and I cry out his name, needing all of it.
He stays just like that, just the tip inside me. He fists my hair roughly, tugging my head back as far as it’ll go.
“You wanna get fucked? Is that it, bambina?”
“Yes…please.” My panting ravages through my lungs.
I whimper when he inches just a little more, my body stretching for him.
He leans closer to my ear, his hot breath fanning across my pulse.
“Okay, baby,” he rasps with a groan. “I think it’s time you met the devil.”
And with a single vicious thrust, he impales me until I scream. But he doesn’t ease or allow me a second to take in his power. Instead, he plows into me like a savage, clutching my hair tighter until my scalp throbs, the sounds of our bodies adding to the erotic current in the air.
He takes me for hours, I’m sure of it. Until my body grows weak, until every muscle burns and aches, yet my veins fill with the desire to take everything he’s giving.
Like a man who won’t let anything stop him from taking what he wants, and what he wants…is me.