He slapped me again, in the exact same spot. Heat exploded on my skin, and I said, “It’s yours.”
“Good girl,” he praised, pushing my legs further apart and letting out a small groan. “Fuck, do you know how sexy you look wearing my handprint?”
He slapped my other ass cheek a few times.
“Hey, what was that for?” I asked, glaring at him and rubbing over the sore spot. He gathered both my wrists in his hand and pulled me down until I was kneeling on the floor.
He played with my breast from behind, his touch rough and harsh.
“I just want to see your skin turn red from my treatment,” he said against me. I shivered, and he pushed me down on allfours, moving behind me. He grabbed my hips and pulled me toward his waiting mouth, his tongue working me over from one entrance to the next.
I closed my eyes as my arms gave out beneath me. I cried out as he continued to eat me out.
“Fuck, you taste so good,” he said.
I moaned into the floor, my fists clenching together as I worked hard not to lose it completely. My cheek was pressed against the cool tile as he thoroughly devoured me from behind, and I couldn’t focus on anything but him… on anything but what he was doing to me.
“Please,” I begged, though I wasn't even sure what I was begging for. I just wanted more and more. I didn’t care how he gave it to me. I was just desperate for more.
Elio’s hands gripped my hips tighter, leaving marks I knew would bloom into bruises come morning—bruises I would secretly trace with my fingertips tomorrow, remembering this moment. I fucking loved it when he left his mark on me.
“What do you want, baby?” His voice was like gravel, rough-sounding and strained with desire. It sent waves of pleasure through me. “Tell me what you need.”
“Everything,” I said. I didn’t fucking care that I sounded greedy. I wanted everything from him. I wanted it all.
He pressed his lips further against me, and his tongue came out to play.
“Fuck!” I shouted when I felt his finger probing at my entrance again. I tensed when he shoved two thick digits inside me. I automatically squeezed around them, and a low sound came from his chest that was just about the sexiest sound I had ever heard.
“Do you know how good it is to feel you around my fingers like this?” he asked as he began to move them in and out of me. “I can’t fucking wait to feel you squeeze around my cock.”
He slapped my ass cheek once more, causing a vibration to move through me that I felt all the way to my clit. I let out a loud sob as he quickened his pace. The sound of his palm slapping against my skin, along with the squelching sound my pussy made every time he pushed inside me, drove me over the edge.
My orgasm hit me like a tsunami.
I pressed my face down on the floor, my muscles weakening from pleasure. The only thing holding me up was Elio.
He pulled out of me and started to massage my sensitive flesh.
“No,” I said, trying to pull away. It was too much. He grabbed my hips and pulled me back to him, continuing his torture. “What are you doing to me?”
His laugh was pure evil, and I was convinced of it in that moment. “Driving you crazy.”
I pushed myself up on my hands and screamed when his fingers found my clit. He flicked it sharply, his other hand wrapping around my middle to keep me still. Tears streamed down my face. “Please, Elio.”
“Fuck, but do you know how pretty you are when you beg?”
He finally let go of me, and I fell onto the floor unceremoniously.
He flipped me around and crawled his way on top of my body, kissing me like his life depended on it. I kissed him back just as passionately. All the while, his hands roamed all over, stopping when he got to my nipples, pulling on them.
I turned away from the kiss and stared at him.
“Look at your lips, swollen from me,” he said, pulling just a little harder on the abused nubs. I sucked in a broken inhale.
“I want your mouth on me,” he growled.
I licked my lips from his words, making him groan. “Does my baby like that idea?”
