Elsa
He pushes a thumb into my mouth and I suck, swirling my tongue over the rough skin like I couldn’t get enough. Which isn’t really an act. I am desperate, my sex throbbing for relief, and I crave his touch everywhere.
“Look at me when you suck,” he orders and I instantly obey. His bright eyes burn fire while they watch my mouth and he reaches to stroke two fingers over my clit. I tense and make a desperate noise in the back of my throat. He continues to pet me, and I can feel how wet and slippery I am, the sounds of my slickness as loud as my breathing. The climax was right there, just a few seconds away….
God, yes. I have to come, right the hell now.
The fingers between my legs disappear and I let out an angry growl around his thumb.
“Up,” he tells me, retreating down my body until he stands on the floor.
I rise up on my knees, mindless to anything but having this craving satisfied.
“Allora, put your feet on the floor.” His Italian accent was more pronounced, which made it even sexier.
I scramble to do as he asks, and his hands positioned me between his legs as I lean over on the bed. My elbows dig into the mattress and Marcello reaches for the bottle of lube again. I tense, coming up on my hands. Is he seriously-?
“Relax. Not today. I want to shoot all over your ass.”
A tiny drizzle of lube trickles between my ass cheeks. Then he smoothes it over my skin, brushing my hole. I freeze.
“I never go back on my word,” he whisper as he touches the same spot again. “My cock will not fuck your ass today, te lo prometto.”
No one has ever touched me there, but I trust Marcello at the moment. I sag onto the bed and let him do as he wishes. His slick erection slides into the crevice between my cheeks, which he pushes together. Then he is sliding between my ass cheeks the same way he’d fucked my tits. His strong hands hold me still while his rough thighs meet the backs of my legs. It is like he is fucking me from behind but without the stimulation.
God, I need the stimulation.
Miserable, I shake my head back and forth, shoving my ass higher. Hair covers my face and I can feel the sweat on my temples. I cup my breasts and squeeze, pulling on my nipples.
“Roll your hips,” he pants. “Work my cock and I’ll reward you.”
He doesn’t need to ask twice. I start rolling my hips, giving him friction while he holds still. I am gyrating and sliding my flesh over his, that thick rod hot and heavy between my cheeks. I barely feel his hand leave my skin before he slaps my ass, fire exploding under my skin.
I suck in a breath and lose my rhythm. Fuck, that hurt.
“Don’t stop.” Another slap. “Keep going and make me come.”
The pain from the slaps turns into heat, the kind that makes my knees go weak. My clit throbs in response and the slickness between my thighs runs down my legs. I keep moving, and he spanks me again and again, his palm landing blows all over my backside. Then he switches sides, starting over on the other cheek, and I am an incoherent mess. My body burned, but there was no pain. My skin sings with pleasure, sensitive and bright, and as if on instinct I slide my fingers down between my legs, the need to come undeniable.
“No,” he said, pinning my arm down as he covered my back. My sore ass pulsed against his cool skin. “Not yet, Elsa.”
Fuck! This must be my punishment.
I hump the mattress, my urges uncontrollable. This causes his tip to skim the entrance to my pussy. We both freeze the temptation right there. Oh, God. All he has to do is push a tiny bit forward and he will fill me. Stretch me. Give me every bit of his hard cock.
I can’t stand it. I need him like I need air. “Please, Marcello.”
“Allora, tu sei mio?”
“What?”
I know what he means, but I can’t say it. I can’t admit to being his. I press my lips together, unable to say the words, while I claw and tear at the comforter, my miserable body at war with itself as my lust remains unfulfilled. The wanting was painful, like I was on a knife’s edge, my mind screaming for release. I don’t know how much longer I can hold out.
“I will not fuck you until you tell me. I want to hear the words.”
“No, please. Just once.”
“Say it, and I will fuck your pussy. You will come so hard.” He teases me with a shift of his hips, the tip of his erection skimming my entrance again. “I will make it so good for you.”
My resistance folds. “I’m yours,” I blurt. “Please. I’m yours.”
Before I can blink, he shoves inside me, my walls stretching to accommodate his girth. It isn’t easy. He is large and I hadn’t been prepared, so it takes a few pumps of his hips before he is fully seated.
I clutch the duvet, my fingers sinking into the plush fabric, the sensation of having him inside me even better than I’d imagined. I can feel him everywhere, from my swollen lips and aching breasts to my sore ass and full pussy. It is like an overload for my nerve endings.
Then he starts moving, and it feels even better. It is indescribable, this euphoria. Marcello fucks me so roughly like he is punishing me, each punch of his hips slapping into the skin he’d spanked a moment ago. He drives deep, holding my hips still so he can pound as hard as he wants. I love it. He was rough and unforgiving, everything I needed.
The bed rocks the frame creaking as he works himself in and out of my body. His fingers slip between my legs and find my clit. He pinches the swollen nub then circles it, and the world explodes. Sparks shoot through my limbs as they convulse, and my brain completely shuts down, the pleasure almost brutal in its intensity.
As the orgasm subsides, I slump on the bed, weak as a kitten, but I can feel Marcello’s rhythm faltering. With a roar, he pulls out of my channel and hot jets of liquid land on my ass. He grunts, one hand holding my hip as his come coats my skin.
I relish the feeling, the knowledge that I have made this powerful man come so hard. But as the sweat cools on my skin, I think about what I have said. I have given in, and admitted I belonged to him. Even in the afterglow of the best orgasm of my life, I know I have made a mistake.
What piece of my soul had I just traded away?