Chapter 23 Giovanna
Giovanna
He bites my neck hard, brutal enough that I think he might break the skin.
Warmth builds in my core, and my pussy is immediately as drenched as the rest of me.
As I dig my nails into his shoulders, a whimper escapes me, and he pulls back a fraction, jaw clenched.
His voice is pained, harsh, his eyes tortured.
“I fucking love you. But I can’t go slow.
I want you too much.” His voice drops low, and he closes his eyes, pressing his forehead to mine.
“It’s going to hurt.”
I slide my palms up over his soaked T-shirt, feeling the ridges of taut muscle beneath the fabric.
“I know,” I whisper.
His eyes pin me, glittering coals drinking in my every detail, searching for confirmation.
When he finds it, something dark and dangerous spreads across his face.
He crashes his mouth into mine, devouring me with his kiss, wrapping his arms around me so tight that I can barely breathe.
Roughly, he drags his hands down my body, snagging the neckline of my dress, and yanks the fabric down.
The straps snap easily, exposing my breasts to the rain, his hands, his mouth.
My back scrapes against the wall as he nips and sucks, pinching my nipples, until a small, sharp sound tears out of me.
He shoves my panties to the side and rubs hard on my clit with his thumb, sinking his fingertip just inside my entrance.
My nerve endings wake up with a jolt, sending sparks of euphoria through my entire body, and I grip his t-shirt collar with both hands.
One leg is hiked up around his waist; my standing leg starts to wobble as he rubs my clit relentlessly.
He’s staring into me, watching every change on my face as his free hand roams all over my body up to my jaw and back again.
When he sees me shaking, he palms my ass and holds me up.
Strong. Warm.
Home.
It’s not long before warmth hits my core and morphs into molten lava.
He pushes his finger inside me, and I cling to him as I erupt, my back arching into the wall, my mouth falling open around his name.
I hear the tearing of fabric and look down.
I’ve torn his t-shirt from collar to hem, and I laugh, rubbing my palms over his bare wet chest and shiver.
He’s so fucking gorgeous. My pussy walls clench his finger.
I’m on the verge of coming again just from touching his velvety skin sheathed over concrete muscles paired with his intense stare.
He’s not laughing.
He drops to his knees in the gravel, shrugging off his ruined shirt.
Rain threads down his shoulders as he eases my dress down with him, tossing it to the side.
I’m standing in nothing but my panties and knee-high boots as the thunder rumbles in the distance.
He looks up at me, the rain plastering his hair to his face, and pushes my panties to the side, eyes locked on mine, as he spreads my pussy open and flicks his tongue over my clit.
I moan, my knees buckling, and he wraps one of my legs over his shoulder then buries his face between my thighs.
Throwing my arms up over my head, I claw the side of the building as he slides a finger inside me, then another, pumping slowly as he scissors his fingers, stretching me.
The burn feels amazing until he pushes a third finger inside me.
I yelp, grabbing his hair, but he doesn’t stop.
Instead, he sucks on my clit as he finger fucks me and gently rims my ass with his fingertip, finding a steady, relentless pressure that threads pleasure into pain.
Thunder rolls, and a hot, frantic shiver rips through me.
In spite of the pain, my walls tighten around his hand, and he groans against my clit, the reverberations sending me over the edge.
I come hard, my body a live wire, as I grip his hair, bucking against his mouth as he finger fucks me through it and sinks his fingertip inside my back entrance.
When the tremors finally stop, he stands, leaving me shaking heavily against the wall, my breasts heaving with each breath.
I smooth my hair with both hands as he unbuckles his belt and unzips his jeans, pulling his cock out.
Jesus Christ, it’s fucking huge. I have no idea how he’s going to fit inside of me, but before fear can take over, he grabs my jaw and kisses me hard, claiming me.
Deep in our kiss, his hands slide over my bare chest down to my panties and, in one quick motion, he rips them off me.
I gasp as he watches, his eyes glassy with need.
We’re both breathless. He clutches my panties in his fist, his cock in his other hand, then edges his body closer to mine.
I inhale sharply when he lines himself up with my wet entrance, and his eyes close as he rubs the head of his cock in my arousal, then pauses, holding himself there.
When he opens his eyes, they are black like I’ve never seen them.
Panties in hand, he picks me up, sliding me up the wall, his cock against my entrance.
I wrap my legs around him and loop my arms around his neck, anchoring myself to his gaze.
His hair is wet, hanging over his eye, and the rain is falling harder now.
He’s so fucking gorgeous, dark, intense.
We are locked on, immersed in each other.
There is no one in the world but us.
His voice is darkness and gravel as he shoves my panties in my mouth.
“Bite down. This is going to hurt.”
Before I can finish dragging in a breath through my nose, he grips my ass with both hands and thrusts inside me.
The pain knifes through me instantly, filming my sight in a red haze as I scream around the panties stuffed into my mouth.
I squeeze my arms around him, dig my fingernails into him, raking down his muscled back every time he pulls out and pushes back in.
He shifts, holding me up with one hand, and brings his other hand to my jaw.
His stare drills into me as intensely as his cock.
He’s saying something to me that I can’t hear over the roar of pain, but I tether my gaze to his, rooting myself in him.
The pain is unlike anything I have ever experienced or imagined.
It’s blood-curdling, boiling hot, like his cock is a fiery welding torch searing me from the inside out.
I’m screaming so loud that my panties fall out of my mouth as he fucks me.
The pain does not ease. Tears slide down my cheeks.
He swipes them with his thumb then rubs them into my bottom lip.
I choke on sobs as I move my hands to the back of his neck and press my forehead to his as he fucks me.
“I know, sweet girl,” he murmurs. I whimper in response, hanging on his every word.
“You’re so tight, baby. So tight it hurts me, too.
But it’s about to hurt a lot more.”
He slams his hips into me, throwing me fully back into the wall, forcing his cock deep inside me until there’s nothing between us.
I scream his name, the searing white-hot pain threatening to tear me in half.
I can feel nothing beyond the scorching fire that is consuming my body as he pistons his hips, slamming in and out of me, fucking me hard and fast.
I arch away from him and throw my head back, but he drags his hand down the column of my throat and back up to my jaw, pulling me back to him.
“Stay with me, Gi. I want to make this feel good for you.”
“No,” I gasp.
“No, just—finish—I want you to—Please, I can’t—”
Pleading with him sparks a fire in his eyes, a raging inferno.
He slams into me, letting go of my face and gripping my waist with both hands, pumping me up and down his cock.
“Keep your eyes on me. Do not look away. Say it.” When I just nod, his voice gets menacing.
“Say. It.”
“Eyes on you,” I choke out.
“That’s my girl.
” Darkness crosses his face, and he murmurs, “Hold on.”
Before I can comply, he shifts his angle, getting deeper inside me, his pelvic bone slamming into my clit with each thrust. Looking down at where he is entering me, he sucks air in through his teeth.
“Fuck, baby, you’re bleeding all over my cock.
”
I scream, my hands clawing at his hair, and he hisses when I grab a handful and yank his head back.
I immediately let go, hanging onto his gaze.
He barks, “No, do it harder. Harder. Harder.”
Every time he says the word, he thrusts into me again, this new angle hitting a spot deep inside me that I didn’t know existed, a spot that triggers a warmth that wraps around me like a blanket.
I grab his hair with both hands, binding my gaze to his as he drives into me.
Out of nowhere, an orgasm explodes through me like nothing I’ve ever experienced.
It shatters my core, shooting out into every inch of me and beyond.
My hips buck of their own accord, and I’m screaming again, though this time from the sheer overwhelming ecstasy of this earth-shattering new kind of orgasm.
The pain is still there, searing and red hot, but now it’s braided with a deep and gratifying euphoria, and I’m gone.
“Fuck, Gi.” Tommy’s tone is guttural, urgent.
He grips my jaw and pulls me back, our eyes locked onto each other.
I’m chanting his name softly like a prayer as the orgasm echoes through me, sobbing from pain and exhaustion and ecstasy, as he fucks me, possesses me, owns me.
“Holy fuck, Gi. Fuck. Gi.” He grips me, bruises me, pushes deep inside.
I scream as his cock thickens and pulses as he fills me to overflowing, my name on his lips as he snaps his hips violently with each pulse.
When his body finally quiets, he squeezes me to him, burying his face in my neck, kissing me softly and whispering his love for me, his cock still inside me.
My legs are limp, my whole body weak, our skin slick with rain.
I wind my arms around his neck, stroking his hair as he carries me through the parking lot.
Movement out of the corner of my eye draws my attention, and I turn my head, resting my cheek on Tommy’s shoulder.
Antonio is standing at the back door of the restaurant surrounded by the kitchen staff.
His face is red; his jaw hangs open.
He snaps his mouth closed when we make eye contact and turns, shoving through the small crowd to get back into the restaurant.
I am numb.
I press my face against Tommy’s shoulder, smelling his skin, feeling his warm breath on me, completely consumed.
This is where I belong.
“Take me home, daddy,” I say softly.
He squeezes me tighter. “As long as we’re together, sweet girl, we’re always home. ”