Page 54 of Wild Card
“How does that feel?” He murmurs, his large hands spanning my hips.
“I love how you feel inside me,” I moan.
“Jesus, Beauty.”
I need to push him further. Need him to break, like I am. Need him to fuck me hard and deep, make me feel alive.
And maybe I can make him feel alive too.
“Aren’t you going to make me scream your name?”
His eyes blaze with lust.
“Careful what you ask for,” he grunts, holding my hips still, his cock filling me up. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful.”
I squeeze him with my inner muscles.
“Gesu, Catriona.”
He pulls out of me, and I whimper at the loss. He smiles wickedly and hikes my legs up further. He holds his cock at my entrance for an agonizing moment, teasing me with the tip. My fingers push into the hard muscle of his shoulders. We’re both panting, his eyes staring deep into mine. The connection is powerful and we’re both feeling it. It’s more than just sexual and it scares me a little, but still I want more. I need more. Want him to show me his deepest, darkest passion and match him with my own. I want to submit to him in this moment and have him understand that’s a strength of mine too. His shoulders tense under my fingertips as he continues to slowly stroke me with his cock.
“Are you ready for me to make you scream, cara mia?” His voice is thick with desire, and he gives my nipples a firm twist. It feels so, so good. “Or do you want me to keep teasing you like this? Bringing you close to the edge…” His cock strokes my clit and I cry out. “So close to that release, but never letting you get there? I could draw out your pleasure for hours. Could keep you in my bed, wet, desperate and ready…”
The intensity in his eyes, in his voice, makes my pussy clench again.
“I’ll give you anything you want, Beauty. Anything. But if you want me to make you scream, I need you to be sure.” He licks his fingers and teases my nipples, moving his delicious cock further away from where I want it to be.
I want him to keep me wet and desperate for hours. To help me let go and give into our deepest desires. But not now. Not in this moment. Now I want him to make me scream in pleasure.
“Take me, Gio, now, please. Make me scream,” I gasp, reaching for his cock.
He takes my hand and puts it back on his shoulder.
He leans closer, his mouth warm and wet on my ear.
“You’re going to need something to hold onto.”
He plunges deep inside me and I cry out at the delicious sensation. He’s right—I cling to his shoulders as he drives into me with a series of powerful thrusts and it feels incredible. He holds my hips so he can take me even deeper, and I feel weightless against him as he fucks me with a wild, possessive ferocity.
I’m astonished by the intensity of pleasure building in my core. He’s steel inside me, so hard, so masculine, so unafraid to give into his passion. He senses my desperation, and still supporting me with one arm, pushes a hand between our bodies, pinching my clit. I gasp, jerking against him. He adds a roll to his hips as he keeps up his relentless hammering pace, grunting with each pounding thrust, his fingers still working my sensitive clit. It’s almost painful, but I meet him eagerly, wanting to feel every last inch of him, begging him to make me come, and soon I’m screaming out his name, gripping him tightly as he gives me the best orgasm I’ve ever had.
My body gloves him, squeezing him as pleasure rolls off me in waves. I need him to come too. He maneuvers me back on the bed, changing the angle, and I wrap my legs around his hips.
“Ah, fuck,” he growls. The rhythm of his thrusts becomes erratic and I know he’s close. I tighten my legs around him—it’s hard to get a good grip with both of us so sweaty—but I do, allowing him even deeper. I feel that primal connection I’ve always wanted as he finds his release there, roaring my name as he throbs inside of me, slamming into me as he comes. I love how it feels when his large body crushes on top of mine, completely spent. He stays there until his cock stops pulsing, and then pushes to the side, his muscles trembling with the effort, moving so we’re facing each other.
I’m still sweaty as hell, panting as I run my hands over his impressive biceps. He kisses me, caressing my cheek.
“You’re so fucking amazing.”
He’s out of breath too.
I rest my head on his massive chest, closing my eyes as it rises and falls. The sound of his heartbeat is comforting.
It’s a relief to not be afraid after having been scared for so long. I feel safe in his arms, in this moment. Maybe it won’t last, but I’m grateful for the connection I feel right now. I’m too exhausted from the sex, from the incredible pleasure of it to speak and just shiver against him.
“Stai bene piccolina?” he murmurs, playing with my hair. His voice goes husky again. “Are you alright? That was incredible, but I don’t want to hurt you, not after everything you’ve been through.”
I want his passion, not his pity. But still, I don’t want any pretense of a guest room.
“I feel great. I’ve never come so hard before in my life.” I squeeze his arms. “You’ll stay here with me, though, right?”
His arms move around me possessively. “Of course. There’s nowhere I’d rather be. No one I’d rather be with. You rest, sweetheart. I’ve got you.”
Things will be different tomorrow, but I don’t need to worry about that right now. Right now, I can sleep.
