Spicy.
Sweet.
All male.
I couldn’t hold back, taking his engorged tip inside my mouth, swirling my tongue in languishing motions. All the while, I couldn’t take my eyes off him, watching the way his face contorted, his chest rising and falling.
“That’s it, baby girl. Take all of me,” he whispered.
I adored the sound, the way he seemed to be losing control around me. I stroked the base of his cock as I took him down an inch at a time, relaxing my throat as I sucked. I couldn’t seem to get enough, almost desperate with my own level of thirst. There was no way he could quench my needs, but I knew I’d be required to service him day after day.
The thought was both riveting as well as terrifying. He was all powerful, dominating, and insatiable.
He jutted his hips forward until the tip of his cock hit the back of my throat. His eyes were wild as he shifted his head back and forth then face fucked me, driving his cock in and out in a practiced manner. “That’s it. So good. I love your damn wet mouth.” His entire body shook as he fucked my face.
I rolled his balls between my fingers, savoring the way they felt in my hands. Everything about this was sinful, wicked, and wonderful. I could tell he was holding back, his guttural sounds more savage in nature. I wanted to taste him, to drink every drop of his sweet cum, but he wanted more.
He required more.
When he’d finally had enough, he threw his arms and head back, roaring like a savage beast. But the second he crawled on top, his breathing ragged, he cupped my face in such a gentle manner. “So beautiful. So special.”
“Are you certain you’re all right?”
“Stop worrying about me, doll. Nothing and no one is capable of hurting me.”
“You’re not infallible.”
His chuckle was laced with more than his usual hint of evil. “Maybe not.”
“Not against a bullet.”
Sighing, he brushed hair out of my eyes. “That asshole ain’t gonna kill me. No more talking. Period. I need something else entirely.”
Whatever had occurred had Axel Movino smack in the middle. He was incensed the asshole had been able to get closer.
I wrapped my leg around his hips, pulling him tightly against me. “Then fuck me.” I was surprised at his smile and dancing eyes, like a kid in a candy store. He rubbed his cock against me, grinding his hips.
“That’s exactly what I plan on doing.” As he held himself aloft, positioning his cockhead just past my swollen folds, I rubbed my hands up and down his back. He was so damn tense, and I did fear for him, for his life. I knew what the monster was capable of.
The moment he slipped his cock inside, we both shuddered. He simply rocked his body against mine, rolling his hips as he fucked me, driving in and out in such an orchestrated fashion. I was lost in the pleasure, wrapping my other leg around him. As he’d done before, his eyes never left mine, so intense. So telling.
With every stroke, every deep plunge, I could feel his armor melting away, much like the walls I’d placed around me, so afraid of getting hurt.
As I had been before.
A slice of sadness rolled into me, the realization that we’d never be a normal couple. There could never be family times without fear, nights out sharing dinner without bodyguards. I wasn’t certain I was capable of being the woman he wanted.
But I clung to him, my fingers entwined in his hair, my heart racing as he pumped into me. The feel of him, the way he filled me was indescribable. It was truly as if I belonged to him. The moan escaping my lips was long and exaggerated, a telling statement of the way I felt about him.
He pressed his lips against mine, opening them slowly and barely darting his tongue inside. He was so close, his weight perfect, the curve of his body melding against mine. He French kissed me for a full minute before rearing back, pulling me up with him.
“I want more,” he muttered, forcing me onto my knees then tossing my waist over the back of the couch. “Much more.”
And the simple truth was so did I. I wanted all of him in every manner, taking me in any way he desired. The butterflies had returned to my tummy, the blood pumping through my veins wildly and intensely. Everything about this was incredible.
Lorenzo crowded his body against mine, our fingers intertwining as his cock easily slipped back inside my hot, wet pussy. “Damn, woman, you feel so good. Tight. Hot.”
“Mmm…” I arched my back, thrusting hard against him, baiting him.
Begging in my own way.
His grip became tight, his fingers digging into mine as he powered into me, using long and hard strokes. Skin slapping against skin. Hearts thumping. Electricity soaring.
“Imagine how I’m going to take you every night,” he said before biting down on my neck, the slice of pain incredible.
“Yes. Sir.” I’d never imagined saying the words to any man for any reason. He’d yanked out the woman inside, smashing the chains that had only been unlocked four years before. Everything became a blur as he drove his cock into me, the force slamming me against the back of the couch. I allowed my mind to float into pure ecstasy. I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold back an orgasm for long.
But I’d remembered his commands. I wasn’t allowed to come without his permission. Panting, I met every hard thrust with one of my own, struggling to hold back, to obey him as required. I clamped my pussy muscles, smiling when he groaned, releasing then repeating the move.
“Such a bad girl,” he whispered in a husky voice. “Just remember, you’re not in charge.”
My entire body was shaking involuntarily, the excitement and rapture surging. The heat of his body was intense but more comforting than I would have imagined. I adored the way his body molded with mine, even though there would always be something so reckless about our coupling. We weren’t supposed to be.
“Are you ready to come, baby? Are you ready to explode all over my cock?” His questions were barely audible yet dripping with sensuality. He would always be the rugged man, one who refused to take no for an answer.
“Yes. Yes, sir.”
He nipped my neck, biting down with enough vigor I whimpered, trusting like a wild animal taking its mate. “Then come for me. Come. Now!”