Page 35 of I Would Beg For You

He has the gall to tease me right now? My turn to rock my hips against his, and I’m triumphant when his face darkens and he pushes into me so hard, I move up a little on the bed.

It seems I tipped him off the edge, because from then on, Valentino takes back control and he fucking rides me. Long and rough and hard. His cock retreats then pounds into me with more force and speed at every thrust, and before long, my head is hitting the padded headboard in rhythmic sync with his moves.

I’m keening by now, not worried I’m making garbled, unintelligible sounds as he so thoroughly fucks me. I’m so close to coming again, my breaths heavy and ragged, skin heated and over-sensitive.

I lose it when he slips his hand between our bodies and swirls his thumb against my clit before pressing hard and sending me over the edge. My cry of completion is muffled into his shoulder as he lowers his body onto me, forearms now flat on either side of me, and fucks me even harder before he, too, comes with a groan. I never thought one could feel the ripples of a man’s orgasm inside one’s body, but I can feel his, and I almost come again. I’m right there on the edge when Valentino grabs a breast hard and sucks the taut nipple into his mouth.

I come for the third time, my vision going black.

We’re both panting hard, and soon after, I feel his weight lifting off of me. He rolls onto his back next to me, exhales loudly.

“Fuck,” he mutters.

A laugh bubbles out of my throat.

“What?” he asks, turning my way.

I can feel his nose brushing my cheek—that’s how I know, since my vision is still not back to normal.

“Now I get it,” I say.

“Get what?”

I shrug. “This. Sex.”

“This wasn’t your first time, was it?”

I’d know… He leaves the words unsaid, but I can hear them. There’s concern in his tone. I’m pretty sure one doesn’t ride a virgin so hard.

“No,” I reassure him.

“Good.”

I keep expecting him to say something like he might’ve wished to be my first, but he doesn’t. Guess there’s a lot of pressurebehind that, and he wouldn’t have been able to fuck me like he wanted to if that had been the case.

“It’s always like this?” I ask, then chastise myself for saying something so stupid. I’d been doing a pretty good impersonation of a sophisticated woman and not a green girl so far.

“With you, I guess it will be.”

My turn to look at him. I blink as my eyesight focuses on him and brings him into clearer definition.

“You’re saying it’s not like this every time for you?”

He stays silent for so long, I wonder if he’s going to reply to me.

“Every time is different,” he starts.

Every woman is different, I hear. I have to remember he’s very experienced in this department. Jealousy burns a fierce path inside me.

“But this…” he continues. “This was—”

“Something else?” I venture aloud, suddenly afraid of what he would say, so I jumped and put the words in his mouth.

“Yeah.”

And he leaves it at that. So, do I. At least until my cursed mouth runs off again.

“What now?” I hear myself asking.Idiot!

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