Page 34 of I Would Beg For You

These words make me squirm. I can’t believe I have this effect on this big, strong, powerful man. I can see he’s at the edge of his control. His cock is straining against his pants, his biceps taut as he leans on his fists to peer down at me under him.

I always wanted to be his. Yet, hearing those words… I never did consider what being his, being with him, would actually entail. Sex, yes. His cock in my pussy, my mouth, possibly my ass, too, if he wants it. But what this will actually feel like? It’s like I’m drowning in a haze, not unlike the sensation when a panic attack grips me. My heart is racing, my vision tunneling, but in this moment, I know it’s not panic.

It's lust.

Who’d have thought the two could be so similar?

And if I drive him crazy with lust, is this what he’s also feeling like?

I want… There’s so much I want.

“Take what you want from me, Val.” I’m surprised to even hear the words coming from my mouth. It suddenly feels like I am free. I have no inhibitions. The sky’s the limit now. Seventh heaven, even.

“That’s a dangerous permission to give me, gattina.”

I can’t speak now, can’t reply to this. Because I know actions will ring louder than words.

I remember the first time I saw him with a woman in this room. How she grabbed his hair in a fistful and brought him to her to do her bidding. And right now, I reach up, thread my fingers in his glorious locks, tighten my fist in them, and push his head into the curve of my neck.

Valentino takes the cue and wastes no time to press his hot lips against my skin. His tongue licks a tendon, then his teeth close on my skin as he starts to suck not so gently. It stings and hurts a bit, but feels oh so good, too.

When I moan again, he pulls away and makes quick work of ripping off the tattered dress that still clung to my front. I’m sad to see it shredded, but there’s no time to wallow over a piece of clothing right now. I’m lost in a whirlwind of sensation. His slightly calloused hands pushing my heavy breasts together. Hislips and tongue on my tender nipples. His mouth roaming over my belly, teeth nipping my skin every so often and making me yelp softly from the surge of sensation.

His tongue is running circles around my navel when one of his hands wanders lower and under the lace of my panties. I arch off the bed when his middle finger grazes my clit long and slow. I can hear him laughing as I start to squirm under his expert touch. God, I’m drenched down there, eager for him to sink into me.

His thumb is now pressing insistently on my clit, and I can feel a long finger caressing my slit to then push slowly into me. It feels so good! A second finger joins it, stretching me out, rubbing and stroking. Divine.

“Val,” I moan.

“Shh. Enjoy it,” he cajoles.

What else can I do? My hips are now coming up, rolling to the rhythm of his thick long fingers penetrating me. Suddenly, his thumb leaves my clit. I feel the loss…just as it comes back with even more pressure and forces me to explode in the strongest orgasm I’ve had to date.

I don’t know if I screamed or yelled his name. I’m lost in a whirl of sensation, soaring, flying, barely coming back down to earth.

From afar, I can feel my thighs being parted as a big body settles in between them. When I open my eyes, it’s to gaze at Valentino’s dark head as he props himself over me, his hips between my thighs, eyes on his cock as he takes it with one hand and places it against my pussy. My panties are gone.

I blink hazily. When did he get undressed? I missed that show? A whimper makes it out, and he looks up, our eyes locking.

“Ready for me, gattina?”

I can barely form a word as he rubs the swollen, wide head of his sheathed cock against my clit then down and up my wet slit. In response, I lift my hips up.

The tip of his cock slips in, and it feels amazing. He’s big—he’s going to really stretch me, and I cannot wait.

“Eyes on me, Naomi.”

The words take me back to our time on the plane, but I do as he says, losing myself in the darkened depths of his blue eyes that seem almost black in the night.

He pulls out, and I stay the whimper that wants to erupt in protest. Something tells me he would tease me relentlessly with his cock if I make a sound, so I stay quiet, just letting my hips roll to meet him again.

Time stops as he again and again pushes in then comes out, pushes in a bit farther then retreats. It’s pure torture, and he knows it. Concentration tautens his beautiful features, and then finally, he’s in all the way. I’ve never felt so full in my entire life. Even his fingers just a little while ago feel like a paltry measure of what his true girth feels like.

We stay like this for a beat, breaths heavy and harsh. He rocks into me, not moving in or out. Just rocks. I can’t suppress the moan this time; it feels so… I don’t even have words.

“Fuck,” I mutter.

Valentino chuckles. “A filthy mouth suits you.”

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