His erection grows stronger whenever I try to weave my wrists out of his grip, and when I try to hum into his lips, he shivers and presses closer to me. God, it feels so good that my mind quickly turns fuzzy, and I can’t help but whimper into Paolo’s mouth when he deepens the kiss. He doesn’t give me a single second to take over, and I yield to him, parting my lips and allowing his tongue to dive inside.
I feel his body tensing up against mine, his arms tightening their hold around me, and his hips pressing closer into me, looking for friction. Paolo’s body is betraying his pleasure, but I like it, and when he readjusts his grip to hold both of my wrists with one hand, I let him do it.
I could easily push him away now, but why would I?
“You like it,” Paolo breathes into my lips, and yes, yes, I do-but I look into his eyes with a hazy gaze and scoff into his face.
“Do you think so?”
Despite the chuckle that follows my words, the look in Paolo’s eyes immediately shifts into something darker. “So our little princess learned how to tease, huh?”
I swallow and bite my lip, barely hiding the excited thrum that runs under my skin. His voice doesn’t promise anything good-and at the same time, it promises so much more.
“But you should know that it comes with consequences.”
Before I know it, Paolo grabs my shoulder and forces me to turn around, still holding my wrists with his other hand. I only have enough time to grasp the situation and let out a yelp before he grabs my neck and shoves me down over the back of the couch. My forehead presses against the pillow of the couch, my soles rise above the floor, pushing me on my tiptoes, and I feel completely powerless and so damn hot.
“I bet you like it better.” Paolo chuckles and slaps my butt with a sense of ownership, and I have to bite my lip to bite back a sigh of pleasure.
God, why is this asshole so good at reading me? But I can’t give up so easily, so I demonstratively huff with annoyance and try to push back, but I only end up with my butt rubbing against him. The strength of his
erection is so clear now, and I can’t help a muffled hum as I remember what it’s like to have it inside.
“Looks like my princess wants a treat,” Paolo murmurs and teasingly rubs himself against me, making me tremble with a wave of desire. And who’s a tease now?
“Why don’t you do it already?” I snap back, heavily breathing into the pillow, but Paolo only pats my hips.
“You have to earn it.”
Goddamnit. I shut my eyes. Does he want me to beg him again?
Hell no, not this time.
I grit my teeth, refusing to obey, and Paolo chuckles and slides his palms to my thighs, pushing a hand between them. “We’ll see how long you can last.”
I lick my lips and instinctively push my thighs apart, tightening from the inside in anticipation of his touch, but Paolo only presses his hand for a moment before taking it away. No, what the hell? I part my lips to protest when I feel his fingers on my waistband, and without hesitance, he pushes my sweatpants down along with my panties.
God, that’s another level of humiliation-to have my butt up in the air without a chance to move. I feel a wave of heat rising to my cheeks, and I try to fidget and get out of here. But Paolo doesn’t let me move even an inch. He presses his palm to my back, forcing me to stay down, while his other hand travels down my waist and thigh.
“How does it feel, princess?” “I hate you.”
Paolo leans forward to press a kiss to my shoulder, allowing me to feel the heat of his erection through his jeans. “I’m glad you like it.”
I groan under my breath and push my forehead deeper into the pillow, curling my hands into fists. Of course I like it. Paolo’s fingers are all over my intimate parts, melting the last bits of my sanity in the heat of desire. My body is alight with the pleasure of his touches, but I want more, god, I want so much more.
I bite my lip, but the moan still escapes me when Paolo slides his fingers inside of me. My muscles tighten, craving him deeper, and I let out a heavy breath and push back against him. But as soon as I do this, Paolo
slides his fingers out and away from me, and I let out a loud groan.
Ah, come on, he can’t be serious!
“Paolo, please,” I mumble into the pillow with my voice trembling from weakness and pleasure. “You know I want you.”
“You have to tell me.”
“I’m telling you!” I almost blow up, but his fingers come back to tease me, and I immediately shudder and lower my voice. “Ah, please, Paolo, just-just take me.”
“Are you mine?”
“Y-yes, yes, only yours,” I blabber, losing my mind in the movements of his fingers. “I want you, ah, I want you to take me, please, Paolo, use me, fuck me, ah, yes, yes, please!”
Following my nonsensical pleading, Paolo presses his hips to me, and I feel that he’s finally naked. My whole body tenses up in sweet anticipation, and I arch my back to give him access-but all of a sudden, Paolo grabs my shoulder and hoists me up before pushing me down on the carpet.
“What? No!” I try to gather myself and fight his grip, but I’m too weak, and Paolo is too determined.
“Yes, Jacinta. I’m gonna do whatever I want with you.”
He chuckles, holding my hands against the floor, and when I meet his gaze, I realize that there’s no way out. Paolo is looking at me like I’m his prey, and I can’t fight it. It calls to something inside of me, and I lick my lips and part my legs willingly, earning a smirk from him. Why does this make me feel so desired? Why do I like it so much?
“See, you can be a very good toy,” Paolo murmurs, and the next moment, I arch my back and part my lips in a silent moan when he finally thrusts inside of me.
Oh god. I almost forgot how good it feels.
I close my eyes and grip his hands holding mine, squeezing them with every moan and every wave of pleasure. I wrap my legs around him to give him better access to my body, and Paolo rewards me with faster, deeper thrusts, making me push my head back and whimper out loud.
He has already heated my body with his fingers, so it doesn’t take long for the pleasure to become so strong and overwhelming that I can’t find a way out of it. I shake my head, trying to hold back, and Paolo reads the gesture and slows down. But no, no, I don’t want it to stop! My body is trembling, but I’m still craving more.
I open my eyes, trying to focus on his face above me, and suddenly Paolo leans down and presses a tender kiss to my cheek. “You are beautiful, Jacinta.”
What? Am I hallucinating?
But before I come back to my senses, Paolo pushes himself up and
away from me and moves his hands down my waist, guiding me to roll onto my side. I follow him mindlessly, still unable to think properly-and my whole body jerks with pleasure coming from a new angle. I slump on the carpet with a loud moan, forgetting all about my sanity, and my fingers try to dig into the floor.
Paolo doesn’t stop there, though. Whenever I get close to my climax, he keeps changing positions and angles, drowning my body in
pleasure. The heat of it turns my skin pink, the strength of it makes my muscles tremble, and I can barely feel my throat through the loud and relentless moans.
It doesn’t take long for the delay of my orgasm to become a sweet kind of torture, and for my moans to turn into cries for mercy. “Ah, P- Paolo, ah, please!”
“Yes, princess, yes, god, I love you, I love you so much,” I hear his distant breathy voice, and at the same time, his thrusts become faster.
The waves of friction make me shudder and scratch the carpet, my hips instinctively moving to take him deeper. The pleasure starts to build up at the tips of my toes, but unlike previous times, Paolo doesn’t stop and only adds force to his thrusts, groaning in his own ecstasy. My muscles jerk and the orgasm shimmers through my body, but Paolo holds me in one place, pushing deeper-and I shudder with a silent scream.
Goddamnit. I breathe out, barely feeling myself, and shiver in the post-orgasmic glow. That was so good.
Paolo slumps on top of me a moment later and gathers me in his arms, rolling us onto our sides. His own breathing is heavy, and I can feel his pounding heart even with my shoulder pressed to his chest. He’s warm, sweaty, careful, and so unbelievably sweet I can’t help a giggle as I relax into his embrace.
“You aren’t gonna leave me alone this time, are you?” I mutter, fighting the blanket of tiredness that falls on my body a few seconds later. I feel Paolo’s chuckle reverberate through his chest, and his hand rises to squeeze my shoulder.
“No. Never.” He fidgets against me, making me hum with displeasure, but when he presses a kiss to my head, I smile and sigh with contentment. “You know I meant it, right?”
“What?”
“What I just said.” I feel his hand run over my hair in a careful gesture, and I press closer to him in response. “You’re so beautiful, Jacinta, and don’t ever doubt it. You’re the most wonderful woman in the world,
and god, I love you, I really do.”
What? I blink my eyes open even before Paolo finishes his sentence and push myself on my elbow to look at him. “Are you serious?”
But he meets my gaze with a reassuring smile. “I always am.”
Ah. I blink, trying to process what he just said-and my heart blooms with warmth. God, it’s…it’s the first time I’ve seen Paolo so soft
and relaxed. His eyes are glimmering in the warm lights of his living room, and among the havoc that he wreaked in my name, I’m happier than I’ve ever been.
“You’re such an asshole,” I say with a chuckle before leaning forward to wrap my arms around his neck. “But I love you more than anyone.”
Paolo laughs in response, hugging me back, and with a wave of fondness I realize that it’s the first time I’ve heard him laugh with so much joy.