Chapter Fourteen AURORA #3
Instead, he hovered above me, one hand braced beside my head while the other worked his cock in slow, punishing strokes right over my body. Close enough that I could feel the heat radiating from it, but far enough that I couldn’t touch.
“Watch,” he snarled, voice wrecked. “Watch what you fucking do to me.”
His hips jerked forward slightly as he stroked faster, the thick head of his cock bobbing and twitching with every movement. It throbbed violently now, angry and desperate, precum dripping onto my stomach in hot little drops.
Santino’s control was fracturing, his breath came in ragged growls, muscles corded with tension. He looked like a man on the edge of ruin, and I had never seen anything more beautiful or terrifying.
I arched beneath him, whispering broken pleas, tears streaming as the emotional storm inside me matched the one outside. And Santino, my dark, possessive devil, kept stroking, eyes locked on mine, losing himself inch by inch while refusing to let me have him.
Not yet.
His strokes grew faster, more erratic, the wet sound of his fist sliding over his thick, veined cock filling the room alongside my broken whimpers.
I couldn’t look away.
The head was swollen and dark, glistening with precum that kept dripping onto my stomach, my breasts, marking me in hot, sticky trails. His abs were tight, his thighs flexed, every muscle in his powerful body straining as he hovered above me like a fallen angel on the brink.
“Fuck, Aurora…” he groaned, voice wrecked and raw. His eyes were wild, locked on my tear-streaked face, my spread thighs, the way my pussy clenched visibly with every throb of his cock. “You’re too perfect. Look at you, crying for my dick like a good little girl.”
I arched harder, desperate for any contact, my hands fisting the sheets so tightly my knuckles hurt. “Please, Santino, please cum. Let me see it. I need it…”
He snarled, pumping faster, hips snapping forward as if he were fucking his fist right above my aching core. His cock jerked violently in his grip, the vein pulsing wildly. He was right there. I could see it, feel the heat, the tension coiling in his body like a loaded spring.
Then, with a savage curse, he stopped.
His hand froze mid-stroke, squeezing the base of his cock so hard his knuckles went white. The thick shaft throbbed angrily in protest, twitching and bouncing heavily between us, denied its release. A fat bead of precum welled at the slit and slid down slowly, torturously.
I let out a devastated sob, hips lifting off the bed toward him. “No, no, please! Santino, I was so close to seeing…”
He threw his head back and laughed. A low, dark, breathless sound that sent shivers racing over my skin. The sound was cruel and affectionate all at once, like he was both amused by my desperation and proud of it.
“Poor Aurora,” he rasped, still chuckling as he looked down at me.
His cock continued to throb visibly above my body, angry and untouched now, leaking steadily onto my skin.
“So fucking needy. Look at you. Tears, soaked pussy, begging so sweetly while my cock drips all over you. You almost made me lose it.”
He leaned down, bracing himself on one arm, and dragged the swollen head of his cock through the mess he’d made on my stomach, painting my skin with his precum. The hot, silky contact made me whimper pathetically.
“But I won’t,” he murmured, voice dropping into that dangerous, velvet tone. “Not like this. Not tonight.”
He sat back on his heels, still gripping the base of his throbbing erection, and stared down at me with gleaming, possessive eyes. The devil tattoo on his chest seemed to move with every heavy breath he took.
“From now on,” he said slowly, deliberately, “I only cum inside this cunt.”
His free hand slid down to cup my pussy possessively, two fingers spreading my slick folds open so the cool air hit my aching clit.
“This pretty, freshly claimed virgin pussy that bled for me. That’s the only place my cum belongs. Deep inside you, where it can fill you up and remind you who you belong to every single time.”
I moaned at his words, fresh tears slipping down my temples as my walls fluttered around nothing. His cock gave another heavy throb in his fist, as if it agreed but hated the denial.
He smirked, dark and wicked, stroking himself once more, slow, torturous, before forcing his hand away completely. The thick length bobbed heavily, still rock-hard and glistening, refusing to soften.
“Be a good girl and suffer with me,” he whispered, lowering himself to kiss the tears from my cheeks. “Ache for it. Dream about it. Because when I finally bury myself inside you and fill this tight little cunt for the first time… you’re going to take every drop.”
He rolled us again, pulling my back flush against his chest, his still-throbbing cock nestled hot and heavy between my ass cheeks, denied, leaking, and impossibly hard. One arm banded around my waist, the other hand returning to cup my pussy possessively.
“Sleep, troublemaker,” he murmured against my hair, voice rough with lingering lust and dark satisfaction. “I want you desperate and empty when I wake you up.”