Page 86 of Empire of Seduction

“Nope.”

Relieved, I stirred my pelvis into her clit. I was so turned on that I was almost afraid to thrust, lest I embarrass myself. “How hard do you want it?”

“How hard can you give it to me?”

I leaned over and propped a hand on either side of her head, nearly covering her. “Ask me nicely, diavoletta.”

“Fuck me hard, please,” she rushed out. Her legs began to tremble from the effort of holding them up. “Hurry.”

I pulled out and sat on my knees. When she started to drop her hands, I grabbed her legs to prevent it. “Stay there and show me that empty pussy. I want to hear you beg me to fill you up.” I used two fingers to circle her clit and her eyes nearly rolled back in her head. Yet she was still silent. “Beg me.”

“God, you’re such an asshole.” The muscles in her lower body clenched as she tried to chase my fingers. “Please, Vito.”

“Please Vito, what?”

She let out a noise of frustration, then sweetened her voice until it dripped with honey. “Please, baby, fill me up. Fuck me hard. I want to feel you all day.”

At her words, my brain short circuited, like a lightning bolt went through me. I shoved my cock inside her, all the way to the hilt, the clasp of her walls like a vise. Spots danced around the edge of my vision as my hips slammed into her over and over, causing her to jolt atop the bed, her lips parted in apparent bliss, tits bouncing.

I clenched my teeth, trying to stave off my orgasm as I pumped. With each thrust the wooden bed frame hit the wall with a thud. Her hands cupped her breasts and fingers tugged on her nipples. “Oh, god. Oh, god. Shit, that isso good.”

The way she gripped me—as if her pussy didn’t want to let me go—scrambled my thoughts. I could only thinkmoreandharderas I used all my strength to wring an orgasm out of her. Knowing how much she likes hearing me talk, I started confessing in my language all the things I wanted to do to her. Every depraved act, every twisted idea I had about this woman and her body.

Everything she was making me feel inside.

How I wasn’t sure I could give her up when the time came.

Then she was clenching around me, little ripples going through her, down her legs. She breathed out a long string ofcurses, and when she finished spasming I pulled out and stroked myself a few times until thick ribbons of come landed on her slick flesh. I painted her pussy with it. Marked her as mine. Stripes of white fluid marred her pretty pink labia and clit, and the amount of satisfaction I felt could not be described.

Mine.

“Rub it in,” I said, trying to catch my breath. “Rub my come into your skin and push it up inside you.”

There was no fight in her, not at the moment. She was floating in a sea of ecstasy that ensured she would do almost anything I asked, like her fingers sliding between her legs to smear my mess all over herself. “That’s it,” I crooned. “Keep going. You need to wear my come on your skin at all times.”

She sighed happily, her eyes closed. I never tired of looking at her. “Inside your pussy, mio dolce angioletto. Use your fingers and push every dropdeepinside.”

Two fingers glided through her folds, gathered the come at her entrance, then slipped into her pussy, pushing me inside. Without being prompted she did this a second time and I almost declared my love right there.

Madre di dio, this woman. She was perfect.

Sono fottuto.

I grabbed her fingers coated in the both of us and brought them to my mouth. I licked once, then held them to her. “Now you.”

With a devilish smile, she slipped her fingers past her lips and sucked on them. Every drop of moisture left my mouth and I stared, wondering how quickly I could fuck her again. “I’m never letting you leave.”

She chuckled and reached for me. “There are laws against that kind of thing in this country.”

“Fuck the laws,” I murmured as I stretched out on top of her. “No one would blame me if they watched us together.”

Kissing my chin, she nuzzled her nose against my jaw. Then she patted my shoulder. “That was fun.”

Fun? It had been earth-shattering.

“This is just sex, Vito.”

Except I knew what “just sex” felt like. This wasn’t it. I hadn’t ever been this obsessed, this crazed over a woman before.

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