Tyler grazes his thumb over my lips. “Open for me?”
I let my mouth relax into an O, inviting him. I have to taste him, to take him into my body. With one hand on my chin, and one hand on his cock, Tyler feeds me his length slowly but without a pause. The head glides deeper and deeper.
“Breathe.”
I meet his gaze, my mouth stretched wide with his delicious cock. More. Give me more.
“Fuck, Amy. You’re so fucking amazing.” He shifts his hips and fucks my mouth with smooth, shallow thrusts. “So good.”
His words make my chest swell. I swirl my tongue to please him the way he’s given me the pleasure I’ve craved these past years. I bob my head, savoring his slightly salty skin. He moans and grips my hair. I crave his control while I revel in nearly taking it from him.
“I’m leading this show, baby. You just hang on.” His thrusts get stronger into my throat. I fight my gag and relax. Tears stream down my cheeks. Fuck me harder. I want him to use me until he blows his cum down my throat. He tugs my hair and pulls out.
No. A mewl of disappointment escapes me.
With his dick, he taps my lips. “I’ll give you what you need. Up on the bed. Hands and knees.”
I forget all about my loss and assume the position. Tyler is right there, stroking his hand along the length of my spine from my neck to the sensitive spot where my ass cheeks part. I twitch with demand and lower my chest to the mattress, my cheek resting on my folded arms. He opens a condom. The insane part of me wants him to take me bare.
Quick swats land on both sides of my ass, peppering my skin up and down. “Perfect.”
Begging words rush through me, but I hold them back. My submission, allowing him to control the pace, will earn the reward, not my demands. I don’t wiggle my hips or lift my ass higher. I fight with all my strength to remain in position and wait. Wait for him to own me. Wait for the peace of belonging to him to roll through me.Pleaserattles through me again and again, but I press my lips closed and trust.
The head of Tyler’s cock slides back and forth along my wet slit, taps my clit, and slides the tip in.
Fuck. More. I howl, but only inside. He feels so good, and he is barely in me.
He thrusts and retreats in tiny, measured bursts, finding his way inside. Finally, he grabs my hips and thrusts hard into my slick channel. Bottoming out, he smacks his balls against my sensitive flesh. I clutch the covers and surrender to his pounding dominance. It’s better than I ever imagined.Harder.
It’s as if he hears me somehow. His intensity ratchets up. His thick cock stretches me, forming me, marking me as his.
Am I?
Am I his?
He swats my ass, and the questions float away, the doubts disappear. I’m not an empty vessel. I’m full with him. Full with exactly what he needs while he gifts me with everything. The swats are harder. My clit throbs, but I hold down my release. He snaps his hips to my stinging flesh and yanks me tight to him. He presses his thumb to my bottom hole. “Come.”
One last hard slap echoes through the bedroom.
I scream. Pleasure and pain merge and swirl with each convulsion of my pussy around his throbbing cock. I jerk against his grasp, unable to hold still. He makes it safe for me to let go. The power of our release whips my body like a raft on a roiling ocean. I’d be lost without Tyler, but he tethers me to this place, to the bed. To him.
FIFTEEN
Enzo Brambilla paused on the stairs mid-step, keys in hand, preparing to stalk his prey again. The voice of his host, an older woman whose usually shrill tones would be enough to justify killing her, whispered in the phone. Why would such a person hide what they were saying? Unless…
He took another step, and another, silently as a big cat in the jungle, not even rustling the leaves.
“He’s from St. Louis, kind of a pushy guy.”
Red glazed his vision. The bitch spoke of him to a stranger. What else had she said? He marched down the stairs and got right up in her face.
The woman paled. “I…I have to go.”
Enzo yanked the cell phone out of her crepey hand, ended the call, and dropped the device to the floor. The crunch of the screen under his heel was a satisfying appetizer. He smiled at her gaping gaze. But he wasn’t done.
* * *
Random windows were litfrom different levels of the property. A blue TV glow filled the large backyard windows. On the second floor, two windows gleamed with warm amber tones. A woman’s silhouette paused in front of the far opening. She was obviously naked. Enzo lifted his phone and snapped a picture. It’d been a few years since he’d seen Mia in her birthday suit, but he’d know that cunt anywhere. And who the fuck was in that room? That Tyler fuck? Enzo would cut his dick off, shove it in that traitorous bitch’s mouth, and fuck her dead for what she’d done to his father.
