Page 134 of Scorned Obsession

I couldn’t answer him, but his answer was to resume edging me. “Sandro,” I whined. “Get me there.”

“Do we have a deal?” His tone was guttural. It was costing him as much as me.

“Yes.” I would take the orgasm for now and talk about the details later.

He ripped my panties off and ate my pussy like a starved man. I exploded right there, wetness and heat like I’d never experienced before.

Oh my God, did I pee?

But he was like a maddened animal, ravenous. All inhibitions vanished, and I was an animal like he was. I took my pleasure. Icried out again and screamed. I realized I’d been screaming for a while.

Sandro stood back. I heard the clink of his belt and the lowering of the zipper. Then he yanked me to a sitting position and impaled me on his cock. I gripped his shoulders, muffling my surprise. It was the first time he was fully seated in one stroke.

He stretched me to the limits just on the dividing line between ecstasy and pain. He lifted me by the ass and savagely slammed me down again.

I could only gasp and cling to him as he mercilessly fucked me.

No gentleness.

No asking if I was okay.

He was only after one thing.

Outright possession.

Outright domination.

And my body responded by clenching around him in another blinding orgasm.

“Fuck,” he said roughly. “I can feel your cunt squeezing the life outta me.”

“Don’t stop,” I begged. I could feel another rip-roaring release coming. It built and built. Sandro staggered to the wall and propped me against it, driving harder into me. I was going to feel this tomorrow and I couldn’t care less. In all our times making love, he’d never taken me this way that was solely for his pleasure. If Sandro stripped to the core was a kink, I was all over it.

Without second-guessing, just the need to sate his basic instinct.

“More, Sandro,” I begged again. My nails dug into his shoulder. He stripped me bare too and it was liberating. This was the way I pictured him taking me.

Pure passion and madness.

He hardened to steel, and possibly larger, hinting of his oncoming release. Three more hammering thrusts, and then he stilled and grunted into my shoulder. Heavy pants gusted beside my face. After a second, he started rocking into me more slowly, pressing kisses to my face, my neck, trailing up behind my ear.

He slowly let go of my legs.

My heels must have been digging into him.

We forgot everything else except becoming consumed in each other. I caressed his face while he dropped his forehead to mine.

“You okay?” he asked.

My mouth curved. “Never been more okay.”

A corner of his mouth tipped up. “You liked that?”

“Very much.”

He pressed his mouth to my forehead. “Got it.”

Then he swept me into his arms. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

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