8. Chloe
CHAPTER 8
CHLOE
B runo leans into me, capturing my lips in a passionate kiss so deep and so filled with promise. He lifts me into his arms, never releasing my mouth as he carries me into my room. He stumbles, slamming into walls, both of us too enraptured to care. A lamp falls to the floor as we crash into the edge of the table. He backs me against a wall at the back of the short hallway, the force hard enough to shake the ornate picture frames hanging on either side of us.
Our hands move frantically over one another, unable to pull away, unwilling to end this all-too-perfect moment. He backs me into my bedroom and lays me onto the mattress. Dropping on top of me, he eyes me with the greed and hunger of a jungle predator.
His lips scorch every inch of my skin as I wiggle and writhe under him. Every nerve is on fire. I gasp for air as he takes each nipple into his mouth and drags it through his teeth, teasing and taunting each one until I squeal.
Sparks ignite in my core, my pussy crying out for everything he has to give. I roll my hips, thrusting upward to graze his cock. I need it. My God, I need him .
His stubbled chin sends a shock of tingles throughout my body. It tickles my skin in the most provocative way. Shivers ripple through me, my belly clenching as his lips move closer to my pussy. His heart races alongside mine, his breathing just as labored. When he pushes my thighs open and dives deep into my core with his tantalizing tongue, a desperate scream escapes my lips.
I flounder on the mattress, one hand clenching his hair, one fisting the comforter. “Don’t…tease…” I rasp. “Just fuck me. Please!”
But he doesn’t listen. He loves the torture. He loves hearing me whimper and moan his name. He loves the control. Desperation creeps into my pleas, my clit throbbing as he continues his oral assault.
I want to cry. I want to shout. I want to laugh.
I want it all…and he’s the only man who can give it to me.
He strokes the sensitive skin of my inner thighs, sending tingles down to the tips of my toes. My belly clenches. I’m caught in a cloud of euphoria, consumed by the delicious haze as an orgasm tears through me. I clutch the pillow in my hands and hold it tight around my head as I surf the blissful wave.
I let go of the pillow and grip his muscular shoulders.
“I…need…your…cock,” I pant. “ Now. ”
He flashes his panty-melting grin. “So demanding.”
I gasp for air like a fish flipping and flopping around on the shore. “Yes. Get used to it.”
I reach for his cock. Long, thick, and hard, exactly what I need and want. I bring a hand to my mouth and give it a good lick before stroking him.
He groans. “Fuck, that’s good.”
I raise myself off the mattress and lean forward to sweep my tongue over the head of his dick. Precum pools at the tip, the salty tang hitting my tongue as I take him deep into my mouth. I bob my head, swallowing him whole. He thrusts, hitting the back of my throat, then pulls away suddenly.
“I can’t wait anymore,” he growls. “I need to be inside of you.”
“Yes…” I murmur, settling back on the mattress. I drag my fingernails down his ripped back, gazing up at him. His dark eyes glimmer with pent-up desire. “Now fuck me.”
He slides down the front of my body and rubs the head of his cock up and down my slit. With one forceful thrust, he pushes in deep. He dips his head and with one hand, pulls me in for one of his heart-thrashing, pulse-pounding kisses.
Our arms and legs thrash in a frenzy, our mouths attack each other with a voracious hunger that can’t be quelled. His hands tug at my hair, my back, my sides. My nipples scrape over his chest. My insides ignite like I’ve just grasped a live wire with a wet hand. I clamp down on his cock, pulling him deep to keep him buried in my pussy.
My mind blanks out, white noise filling my ears. His cock fills me, stretching me wide. I work my hips, rocking against him. The air is thick with the scent of sweat and sex. When he moves one hand to my ass and presses a finger into my tight hole, it’s like he flipped a switch that sends me into a complete upheaval.
Rapture sizzles every cell. Sparks of passion erupt into flames of exultation. My pussy convulses, clenching tight around his thick shaft, pulsing violently as I come. He groans, fucking me hard until he plows into me one final time. His dick jerks and a sudden warmth fills my core.
I struggle for breath, my heart damn close to bursting from my heaving chest.
“I don’t have words,” I say when I can finally drag enough oxygen into my lungs.
“Oh yeah?” Bruno murmurs. He pulls away, his cock slipping out of me. Then he collapses onto the mattress next to me and pulls the comforter over us. “You need me to fill in the blanks for you? ‘Cause I have plenty of words for what just happened.”
I let out a breathless giggle. “Not surprised. You’re rarely at a loss for words.”
“I was. But I won’t be ever again.” His eyebrows knit together as he strokes the side of my face, heat flushing my cheeks at his gentle touch. “You’re everything, Chloe. Everything I want and need. And I’m not letting you go again.”
I smile, my belly fluttering under his heated gaze. “Now who’s the demanding one?”
“I’ll battle whoever gets in my way. Your parents, my father, who-the-fuck-ever. I won’t make the same mistake twice. You’re mine forever.”
“Oohh, you’re so possessive.” I massage the back of his neck. His eyes droop closed and he lets out a satisfied groan. “And I have to say, it’s pretty damn hot.”
“If that gets you hot, I can really amp shit up for you. Make you so crazy, your pussy’ll be screaming for my dick.”
“Like she’s not already?” I chuckle, running my fingers over the swirls of black ink adorning his shoulder and bicep. A sigh expels from my lips. “I can’t believe this day. Never in a million years did I think any of this would happen.”
“It’s okay to admit that you missed the Italian sausage,” he says with a mischievous glow in his eyes.
“I was hungry for it, yeah. Still am…” I wink.
He pulls me on top of him and runs his hands over my ass, gripping my cheeks tight. “Good, ‘cause I’m gonna feed you all night.”