Dawn
I swallow hard, my neck tilted fully back as he leans in. My heart hammers. If I wasn’t so unsure where this was going, this would be so hot.
Suddenly, Aldo picks me up, and a startled yelp escapes my mouth. His grip is firm, possessive, and I can feel his breath against my skin as he moves. He keys open the door and throws our things on the ground with controlled recklessness. My heart races wildly as he tosses me onto the edge of the bed, the mattress bouncing beneath me. In a blur, he somehow manages to close the door and hit the lights before we’re tearing at each other’s clothes like we’re starving.
When he pulls me against him, his lips crush against my neck with a hunger that makes me gasp. His hands grip me hard, fingers digging into my skin, sending shivers down my spine. As he squeezes my ass, I groan into his ear, my voice heavy with need. My leg wraps around him instinctively, pulling him closer.
I feel how rock-hard he is already, pressing insistently against me as I fumble with his belt, my hands trembling with urgency. He swings me around and pulls me flush against his body, his arousal grinding into my back. He trails a hand up my thigh, teasingly slow, and slides a finger beneath my panties. His breath is hot against my ear as he nibbles on my earlobe, and I arch into him, pressing my ass back against his crotch while his finger traces a torturously slow line through my slit.
His breath catches, sharp and ragged. He growls low in his throat and tears my panties down in one swift motion. I reach behind, my fingers curling around his cock over his underpants, and I stroke him, feeling his pulse through the fabric.
“You shouldn’t have called me a coward,” he breathes into my ear, his voice dripping with wicked intent.
He snaps my bra off with a practiced flick, his lips blazing a trail down my back. His teeth sink lightly into the curve of my ass cheek, sending a jolt through me.
I spin around, glaring half-heartedly. “I didn’t mean for you to really bite me,” I hiss, my voice betraying the thrill racing through me.
Without missing a beat, I yank his pants down, unveiling him fully. My breath hitches at the sight of his throbbing erection, better than I could have imagined.
“My turn?” I ask, my voice a teasing whisper as I lean forward. But before I can take him, he stops me with a single commanding touch under my chin, tilting my gaze back up to meet his.
“Uh-uh,” he murmurs, his voice laced with dominance. “You insulted me. Now I’m in charge.”
His words send a pulse of heat straight to my aching pussy, and I can’t suppress the shudder that ripples through me.
He spins me back around, pressing me against him, his hands roaming possessively over my body. The hard length of him presses against my ass, and I grind back into him, desperate for more.
His hands move with purpose, cupping my breasts, trailing down my ribs, his touch igniting every nerve ending. His fingers find my lips again, parting them and circling with exquisite precision, making me gasp and moan.
He bends me over, one hand steadying me while the other guides his cock through my slick folds, teasing and tormenting. My breath comes in shallow pants as he kisses along my shoulder, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin.
“Please,” I whisper, my voice barely audible, trembling with need.
With a growl, he plunges into me.
I cry out, the sensation overwhelming as he fills me completely. He pauses, letting me feel every inch of him before pulling back, only to thrust into me again, harder this time.
Each stroke sends me reeling, his pace unrelenting. His hands grip my hips, guiding me back onto him, and I meet each thrust with equal fervor, the sound of our bodies colliding echoing in the room.
Then he stops.
“Aldo?” I call, breathless, the ache of anticipation consuming me.
A sharp smack lands on my right cheek, the sting electrifying.
“That’s for teasing,” he says, his voice dark and commanding.
I gasp, the pain mingling with pleasure, leaving my skin tingling.
He slaps my other cheek, then thrusts back into me, his movements more urgent, more primal.
He pounds into me with a rhythm that’s both punishing and perfect, each thrust driving me higher, my body a tight coil of sensation about to snap. His hands grip my hips harder, his fingers digging in possessively, and I’m powerless against the force of him. I don’t want to resist.
“God, Aldo,” I gasp, my voice trembling with pleasure.
His growl is low and feral, and I feel it rumble against my back as he leans down.
His lips brushing against my ear. “You can take it,” he whispers darkly, each word sending a shiver down my spine.
He pulls out suddenly, leaving me aching and empty, my body arching back instinctively to find him again. But he has other plans. Gripping my hair gently but firmly, he guides me upright, my back pressing flush against his chest.
His hands wander-one sliding up to palm my breast, pinching my nipple, the other gliding down my stomach and slipping between my legs.
I gasp as his fingers find my clit, circling it with maddening precision. His cock, still hard and slick, presses against me from behind, teasing and tormenting. I rock against him, desperate for more, my body betraying every ounce of control I thought I had left.
“You drive me crazy,” he growls against my neck, his teeth grazing my skin as his fingers work me closer to the edge.
“And you’re…. in.. furiating,” I manage to gasp, though my words lack conviction.
He chuckles darkly, his lips trailing down to my shoulder. “You’re trembling, sweetheart. What’s infuriating about this?”
I can’t answer.
My breaths are short and shallow, my entire body shaking as he builds me up to a fever pitch. Then, just as I’m teetering on the brink, he spins me around. His eyes blaze as they meet mine, and before I can catch my breath, he lifts me effortlessly, pinning me against the wall.
I wrap my legs around him, my hands tangling in his hair as he aligns himself and thrusts into me. The position forces him deeper, and I cry out, burying my face in his neck as he moves with relentless intensity.
“Look at me,” he commands, his voice rough and ragged.
I lift my head, my gaze locking with his. His eyes are molten, full of desire and something deeper, something that makes my heart race even faster.
He’s not just fucking me-he’s claiming me.
The wall bites into my back, but the discomfort only heightens the pleasure. Every thrust feels like fire, spreading through me, consuming me. He kisses me then, his lips crushing mine, his tongue delving in to tangle with mine as his movements grow frantic.
I’m spiraling, my body tightening around him, and he knows it. His hand slips between us, his fingers finding my clit again, and the sensation is too much.
I shatter.
A cry tears from my throat as waves of pleasure crash over me, leaving me trembling and clinging to him. He groans, his thrusts growing erratic as he chases his own release.
“Fuck, Dawn,” he growls, his voice raw. He drives into me one last time, his body shuddering as he spills into me.
We stay like that, tangled together, our breaths mingling, hearts pounding in unison. Slowly, he lowers me to the bed, his body still covering mine, his cock still buried deep inside me.
For a long moment, neither of us speaks. The only sound is the faint hum of the air conditioner and our ragged breathing.
“I think I need to insult you more,” I mumble, my voice muffled against his chest.
Aldo laughs, the sound rumbling through his body and into mine. “Careful what you wish for,” he says, flipping me over with a grin that promises we’re far from finished.
This night has only just begun.