26. Lucy #2
“Adriano,” I gasp as his fingers sink deep into my pussy and he drags my face down to meet him. I taste myself on his lips as his tongue invades my mouth, hungry and possessive.
“That’s right,” he whispers, fingers gliding in and out. I’m making these insane, soaking wet sounds, and everything feels so heightened it’s like I’m going to explode at any moment.
But as soon as it feels like I’m going to burst, he pulls back.
I gasp, eyes wide and desperate, as he bites my inner thigh lightly then pulls my hair.
He turns me, puts me on all fours, and teases me from behind.
“Adriano, please ,” I moan, wanting to come so badly it’s like I’ve lost all sense of time. “I need it, god, make me come.”
“That’s right, baby,” he purrs, teasing me more. “Tell me how fucking filthy you are. How desperate you feel to come for me. How you are mine, every inch of your body is mine, and only I can finally deliver to you the release you desperately need. Tell me now, baby.”
“I’m yours,” I gasp, grinding myself into his fingers. “Only you can make me come. You’re going to fucking break me.”
“Good,” he whispers, and again, right as I’m about to come, he pulls back. This time, he spanks me hard, making me gasp with the sudden jolt of pain. I stare in shock, and he does it again. This time, he takes off his slacks and guides me by the hair to his cock.
I take him into my mouth. He stands at the end of the bed as I suck him. I’m drooling down his shaft, taking every inch of his massive dick, and I can’t help myself. I reach between my legs and tease my pussy, rocking back and forth as I rub my clit and suck his thick cock.
“Look at you, baby,” he purrs, voice light as a feather. “Touching yourself while taking my cock. You really are desperate to finally come, aren’t you? And I’ve only just started to toy with you.”
I moan, whimpering, unable to speak with his dick in my mouth. I rub my clit faster, moaning, gagging, sucking.
“You’re close, aren’t you? But that pussy is mine to break, Lucy.” He pulls his dick from my mouth and wrestles me back. His body is granite and hotter than sunshine. He pins me to the bed, and I push into him, whimpering and begging him to fill me.
“Please, I need it,” I whisper, kissing his neck, kissing his lips, trying to grab his hips to make him fill me. “Please, please, I need you in me.”
“Keep begging, baby,” he says, teasing me with his tip.
“Fuck, please ,” I say, arching forward, and he nearly slips inside, but he pulls away.
“Bad girl.” He strokes himself, looking unholy and perfect as he strips off his shirt. The tattoos are gorgeous and terrifying. I want to press my lips to every line of black ink on his smooth skin. “You don’t know when to give in, do you?”
I stroke myself, shaking my head. “Uh-uh. If you won’t?—”
He growls and pins my arms back. I gasp, grinning. His eyes burn into mine. There’s a possessive, controlling anger in his gaze, and I fucking love it.
“That’s mine ,” he says, biting my lower lip.
I gasp at the sudden pain. “Then take it, you asshole,” I say, goading him.
Still, he holds back. I’m so thoroughly on the edge that I can’t even think properly anymore.
“Tell me you’re my filthy slut. Tell me you’re going to give me anything I ask for.”
“I’m your filthy slut, and you can have whatever you want. You can have all of me.”
“Tell me you’re going to be a good girl from now on.”
“I’ll be so fucking good. Please, I need you to fuck me.”
“That’s my girl,” he whispers, holding me down.
And finally, he slides his cock against my soaking pussy, and he slips himself deep inside with one rough thrust.
He goes from nothing to hilt deep in seconds, and it rips straight into my core like an atom bomb.
My back arches. My eyes roll back. I’ve been dancing on the knife’s edge, and now, finally, blissfully, I’m tumbling.
“That’s a good girl,” he says, stroking into me. Faster, faster, harder, stroking and stroking, and I’m coming this whole time, shattering again and again as wave after wave of pleasure tears through my core. “Such a good girl. Such a good fucking girl, and all mine. All fucking mine .”
I come so hard I nearly black out. He growls his pleasure as he fills me, thrusting again and again, filling me to the brim until he breaks too. I’m greedy and dumb for it, and I move my hips harder against him, making sure he fills me to the very brim.
I’m gasping for air and sweating when it finally ends. He pulls me tight against his body, kissing me, telling me how good I did and how wonderful I am. “So fucking beautiful,” he says, trailing his lips along my shoulders. “Such a good girl. I knew you could hold out. Such a perfect fucking girl.”
I shudder with ecstasy and lean tighter against him, smiling and numb.
“You should go out of town more often,” I murmur.
He laughs and kisses my cheek. “If it means fucking you like that, I’ll leave as much as you want.”
“Well, maybe not too much.” I press back into him, feeling more open than I have in a very long time. “I like it when you’re here.”
“I like it when I’m here too,” he whispers.
I look back over my shoulder, and he kisses me.