29. Adriano #2
My hand slides down her waist to cup her ass. I spank her once, and knead the soft flesh like my life depends on it, simultaneously shoving my tongue into her mouth.
She gasps, releasing a breathy moan. Her hands slide carefully to my chest as I push her backward until her knees hit the edge of the bed. She falls onto the sheets with a gasp, pulling me with her.
I catch my weight on my forearms, but it doesn’t stop the pain from shooting through my shoulder and stomach. Her eyes instantly fly open.
“Your wounds—”
“Fuck the wounds,” I snarl, rolling over until she’s half sprawled over me. “I don’t care if I bleed out right here. The pain is nothing compared to the pleasure of feeling your tight, wet pussy split wide open for my cock.”
Before she can let anything out, I kiss her again, this time with more intensity.
Almost immediately, I trail my hand against her thighs, then slide it between her swollen folds. A growl rips from my throat when I find her completely soaked.
Suddenly, my pants are uncomfortable. Reversing our position, I move on top of her, my lips latching onto a spot on her throat.
“Adriano, I need you now,” she whimpers. Happy to grant her wish, I yank my pants off.
I release a disgruntled growl as I slide inside her, just as she moans.
“Fuck,” we both whisper at the same time. Her eyes are soft, glazed with a desire that makes my heart race. Shit. At this rate, I’ll cum without pleasuring her.
As if she senses my thoughts, she blushes and then looks away.
“Look at me,” I demand, feeling her pussy clench around my cock.
She obeys, lifting her eyes as I pull out to slam back in. Her tits bounce as the headboard creaks, her eyes widening in pleasure. I start with a slow rhythm until I feel my climax building.
I increase my pace, feeling my tip hit every corner of her insides. Her hands fly to my back, her fingers digging into my skin as I release with a loud groan.
Almost immediately, she clenches her eyes shut, and I feel her juices coat my dick. I collapse beside her, pulling her tightly to my side as our breathing turns ragged.
For the longest time, we stay like that. My hands fiddle with her sweat-slicked hair, tracing her curves until she gently adjusts her head on my chest. But I’m not done.
Somehow, there’s this insatiable urge to take her until my cum drenches every inch of her insides… until her scent is the only thing I can breathe.
I get up, moving away from the bed, and feel her surprised gaze burning holes in my head.
“Don’t think for a second that one fucking round of that tight cunt is enough for a starving monster.”
Her breath hitches as I drag the armchair at the corner of the room to the center.
“Come here, Principessa.”
Desire replaces the curiosity in her eyes as she obeys, walking like a sinful goddess toward me. I’m damn near growling when I see the bounce in her tits and the intentional sway in her hips as she saunters toward me.
“Sit.”
There’s a tease in her voice as she smiles, “Where? On your face or the chair?”
“Say that again, and you’ll be on your knees.”
Something more intense than desire fills my chest as she takes her seat, but not before arching her back and baring that pink, wet cunt for me.
Fuck. If she keeps teasing, I might just lose control.
“Go on, tease the devil, Principessa. But you better say your last prayers because there is no God where I’m taking you tonight.”
She gasps and I smirk, striding across the room to my closet. In a few seconds, I’m back with some ropes, a flogger, and a fat dildo.
“Hmmm. I’m enjoying thi—”
“The only thing you’ll enjoy is my cock pounding mercilessly into that tight, wet pussy of yours,” I growl.
“Now spread those legs and show me how ready that fucking pussy is for your master.”
There’s surprise in her eyes but it doesn’t last long as she first adjusts her hips, then spreads those slender legs, hooking them on either side of the armrests.
With her gaze hot and curious on me, I place her hands on either leg before binding them with the rope on each side.
Stepping back, I take in the sight of her bound frame and already-soaking-cunt dripping for me.
“Perfect,” I murmur. “You were made to look like this for me.”
She bites her lips, staring at my hard cock with obvious lust and desire. And I know my eyes are no different.
“You will make no sounds until I give you permission. Is that clear?”
She nods. And I spring into action, moving closer and trailing the flogger’s soft tail down her thigh, across her stomach and over her hips, until she’s trembling with anticipation.
“You like that, baby girl?” I tease, but she doesn’t fall for it. She doesn’t respond.
Smirking, I smack the flogger against her inner thigh, and she jolts, biting her lips.
I slide a hand down, dragging a finger across her slick folds. Her breathing grows strained as she squirms, trying to compose herself, but I don’t give her time. I bring the flogger down again, on her hips, eliciting a pleasurable hiss from her mouth.
“I warned you, Elena.”
In a split second, I fist my swollen cock, positioning myself properly in front of her before shoving it into her mouth. The wet heat of her tongue fills my senses as she takes me eagerly, trying to fit as much as she can of me.
“That’s it, Principessa, let that little mouth do what it was meant to do. Let it take my cock.”
I thrust shallowly at first, then deeper, watching her cheeks hollow against my dick, saliva slipping down her chin.
“Fuck.” My breath comes out in short pants when she swirls her tongue around my length. My core tightens in pleasure, but I quickly whip my cock out of her mouth, dropping to my knees.
“We will cum together. But for now…”
I pick up the flogger, wiping lightly across her stomach and watching her squirm.
“…I give you permission to say one word.”
“Please,” she moans almost immediately, bucking her hips, but I settle a hand on her waist, holding her in place.
“Please what?”
“Please fuck me. Hard… Now…” She whimpers and realization crosses her eyes seconds later. She took the bait.
My eyes darken as I bring the flogger lightly against her pussy.
“Is it this pussy that wants me?”