I know this man, though. I know exactly what he’s capable of, and I’m not afraid of it. Not at all.
Wrapping my hands around his nape, I lean into him. “Do it,” I offer. “Take me, Playboy. Make me yours.”
“You are such a fucking brat,” he mutters. A moment later, though, his mouth takes mine in a vicious demand, stealing the air from my lungs as he lunges against me. My spine hits the glass window as his hand cups the back of my head to keep my skull from slamming it. Even wild for me, he’s protective. His tongue invades, twining with mine as his free hand moves down my side and lifts me up against him.
The hard length of his erection presses into my belly. Finally, he releases me and I gasp, sucking in lungfuls of air. “Dress,” he says. “Up.” I kind of love that I’ve reduced him to a lustful monosyllabic being, but to be fair, I’m in the same position, and that’s all it takes for me to follow his command.
I yank the fabric of my dress up, stretching it over my hips until it’s gathered at my waist. My breasts are pulled free by him as he pushes either side of the already low-cut top to thesides. Gio’s calloused hands smooth over my waist and then cup my tits, squeezing lightly before they’re on the move again. His fingers and palms are rough and calloused, scraping against my sensitive nerve endings with such masculine appreciation that it makes me shiver.
I take the leap, jumping into his arms, and he catches me easily enough, lifting me further until the head of his cock presses against the thin strip of fabric over my cunt.
“Move the underwear,” he growls. “Or I’ll rip them off.”
Smiling, I tilt my head to the side. “Maybe I want you to— Oh!”
Gio’s fingers pinch the side of my thong and yank. The delicate fabric pulls taut against my skin and then rips with a quiet rending noise. The cool metal of his piercing nudges against my hole and I rise, arching as it slips against my clit, teasing the bundle of nerves that’s more than ready for some pleasure.
“Gio,please, don’t tease me.” The groan that escapes me is needy and demanding all in the same breath. His responding chuckle vibrates against my hardened nipples.
“Never, Prep Girl,” he swears.
Liar.I whimper as his cock knocks back against my core and then slips inside. Gradually, with impossible slowness, he thrusts into my cunt, stretching my inner walls around the thick rigid girth of his cock until I’m clawing at his shoulders and back.
My teeth tingle with need and unable to resist, I bend my head and sink them into the hard muscle of skin where his neck meets his throat. His grunt is echoed by the sharp jolt of his hips as he sinks the last final inch inside of me. I’m hot all over, burning up and coming alive. My skin feels wrapped too tightly over my bones. My head is fogged over, a misty haze descending as he holds himself to the base inside of me.
“Gio…” This time, I’m the one crying out his name, pleading for him to do something.
“Not yet,” he says through clenched teeth. “Not yet.”
“Why?” The word is a begging plea.
“Because you still think me fucking you is what makes you mine,” he replies.
What?
Confused, I lean away from him only for him to take that exact moment to draw himself out of my core and thrust back into me in one long, violent movement. Crying out as my inner walls convulse with the sudden action, I cling to him, my legs wrapping around his waist as he fucks into me.
“This,” he grunts out, powering into my body as he tries to speak, “isn’t what makes you mine.
“You were always mine, Prep Girl. You could lose interest in sex for the rest of your fucking life and you would still be mine.”
My walls clamp down against him, resistant against every withdrawal. It’s too good, too much stretch. My nerve endings are on fire, sparking and spiraling around inside of a body that doesn’t know what to do. I shake against him. My breasts feel swollen and full. My nipples are hard little buds, scratching against his hard chest.
Releasing one shoulder, I reach up and cup one breast, pinching my own nipple if only to give myself some relief from the ache. If there’s one thing these men have taught me, it’s that good sex can be full of both pleasure and pain. The need builds and builds up inside of me until only the sharp bite of something thathurtscan relieve it.
Gio thrusts into me, pushing my back against the wall until I’m pinned between an immovable object and the man before me. “Say it,” he growls, moving into me. “Tell me that you belong to me, that you belong to us, that you’ll never fucking leave us again.”
“I…” I can’t breathe. All of the air has left my lungs. I squeeze my breast again, pinching down harder on my nipple. It’s not enough. “I…”
Each thrust drives me higher and higher until I swear I can see clouds. The crest is right there—almost in reach. Gio’s hand finds my jaw and jerks my head back down and my eyes to meet his.
“Say. It.” The order is a deep, dark need inside of him.
“Yours…” I whisper, panting. “I’m yours…”
His hand drops away from my chin and dips between us, sliding down the curve of my belly and through my slick folds. The second his thumb and fingers dance over my clit, all of the built-up energy inside of me bursts free.
I come, clamping down on his cock and gasping through the fierce wave of pleasure that encapsulates me. His hands never stop, fingers pinching and rolling over my clit to extend the release until I’m boneless in his arms and hanging against him, jerking at each pass of his cock and hand.
