And as I lose myself in the moment, gliding up and down, rolling my hips, riding him like we both deserve, determined to savor every second of this moment, Stefano whispers sexy lies up at me, watching me through dazed eyes,drunkon lust.
He’s telling me I’m perfect.That I’m a work of art.That I fuck like a queen.That my pussy is the best he’s ever had.That I’m royalty.That helovesbeing inside me...
AndGod, how easy it would be to fall under the spell of that mouth, those words.To dive in and drown.His tongue is a double-edged sword that’s undoubtedly sliced countless hearts into ruin, driven sane minds straight into madness.And here I am, moaning, grinding, letting him cut me wide open with every word.
He feels so damn good inside me, I could ride him like this all night.Every inch of him hits just right.But while it’s a slow, rolling high for me, it seems to be torture for him, because he suddenly sits up with a guttural curse, as though he just can’t take it anymore.
Stealing control, he locks an arm around my waist to keep me firmly in place, then begins rutting up into me from below, hitting me just right.His mouth feasts on my breasts like a starved beast, all while he rocks into me with an orgasm-taunting rhythm.
It’s too much,too good.And before long, my walls are clenching around his cock.Head falling back, toes curling, I implode, falling to pieces against him.
Even through the nebulous haze of my orgasm, I feel him slow to a lazy roll.And I just know it’s because he’s watching me fall apart.He likes seeing me come undone.Enjoys seeing me wrecked to orgasmic pieces.
When the stars finally fade and I’m free of the blinding clutches of euphoria, I open my eyes and meet his dark, molten stare.
Low and gravelly, he breathes, “Kiss me.”
I shake my head no.
As though he expected the rejection, he nods once without a trace of indignance.No flared nostrils, no clenched jaw.Just a silent beat of acceptance.
I don’t trust it.
And I’m right not to.Because in the next breath, he lifts me off him and flips me around, forcing me on all fours.Before I can catch my breath or stabilize, he grips my hips and slams into me with ruthless abandon, knocking a startled cry from my lungs.
He starts fucking me like he resents me.Hard, deep, punitive.Fists a hand in my hair and jerks my head back, driving into me without an ounce of mercy.No tenderness now.Just raw punishment.
And.I.Love.It.
Out of nowhere, another orgasm crashes into me like a sneak attack, weakening my arms and legs as rippling waves of pleasure wrack my body.
When Stefano’s thrusts start getting erratic, his rhythm wild and jagged, I know he’s close.And I want to watch, to see him consumed at the height of pleasure.
“Stefano…”
No answer.
“Stefano.”
“What?”he grits out.
“I-I want to see you when you—”
“No.”
“Please?”
“Fuck off.”
Oh, he’smad, mad.“Get even with me, then,” I coax.“Come on my face.Debase me.You’ll feel better.”
His pace slows.
Good, he’s considering it.
Not for long though, because in the next breath, he pulls out, flips me onto my back, and straddles my chest.He rips off the condom, fists his cock at the base, and levels it at my mouth.“Suck.”
No hesitation, I avidly oblige, sucking him all the way in.Committed.Devoted.
