His hips dart forward with more aggression, and the burning pain subsides only slightly, enough to give way to the pleasure. My legs spread, begging him to deliver more pain for the little demon inside of me that craves it. Everything is so tender, and I’ll walk around the rest of the day in salacious elation, constantly reminded of our tawdry time spent in his bed.
The unmistakable smell of sex in the air is palpable, and our skin keeps sticking together from the remnants of our desires. It’s fucking nasty, and I love it. I want to bathe in our fluids and savor our mixed scents for days to come.
“Uh!” I moan and my body bows. The only way I can come from solely sex is when I’m on top, taking control of my pleasure. But his cock is bringing me to that perilous cliff and shoving me off. My body clams up, and a scream dries up in my throat as my pussy grips him.
“Yes,gattina,” he rasps, his cock piercing me with bloodthirsty thrusts.
My muscles flutter when I seep back into reality, and my eyes go wide when I’m being flipped to my stomach and then forced to my knees. I’m unsure of how much more my pussy can take.
Pressure between my shoulder blades forces them down and my back to bend. “Oh,gattina. Seeing your blood on my cock…” I was just basking in the fleeting moment of the cool air soothing my inflamed pussy when I jump forward with a shriek in reaction when he gives it a good slap. The resounding has my pussy throbbing in pain and pleasure.
“Mass—” I go to scold him, and his harsh grip on my hips silences me.
His cock butts against me, and I shake with need and rock back, exposing myself like an offering. “Alessia,” my name comes out on a growl. “Your body…it’s perfection.” He slaps one ass cheek and then fists it, causing me to clench up, but my hips still sway greedily.
“Just fuck me, Massimo,” I warn. The frustration angering me. I don’t care how badly my pussy burns and that it’s bleeding.
He chuckles, and I swear my eyes roll back in my head from the beautiful sound of it. He presses his soft lips to one shoulder and drags his lips down my back. Then he flattens his tongue on my skin to lick his way back up. All the while, the head of his cock randomly bumps me. Even when it brushes against my thigh, I quiver from excitement.
His hot breath makes its way to my ear, and my mouth falls open as I begin panting. “You want it,gattina?” he teases. The stubbornness in me has me chomping down on my bottom lip, refusing to beg. “I bet you’re tempted to take it, huh?” He slips his cock between my thigh gap and slides it against me. “Take it, baby,” he whispers in my ear.
I’m afraid to move. I don’t know why. In any situation like this, I wouldn’t hesitate to take control. To do what I must to get precisely what I want. Maybe it’s because what I want is him and his dominance. I want him to continue this total control over me and bring me that insurmountable pleasure only he has discovered inside of me.
So, I rock my hips back, silently demanding what I want from him. His fingers flex on my hips, and he stills against me. I’m close to screeching when he sits on his haunches and yanks me down, his cock abruptly spearing me. I don’t know if it’s from the angle or if I’m that swollen, but he stretches me, provoking my greedy hormones. I’m soaking his cock, causing that unique lewd sound as he thrusts in and out of me, using my hips to drive me.
I bend my lower back as far as I can, and it hits me differently, and I explode. I scream into the mattress, and he keeps at it, chasing his pleasure, tumbling right behind me. He growls when his hips pause, and he pulls out slightly to slam back in to pause and grunt. He repeats the motion a few more times before finally stopping.
Listlessly lying there, I can feel warm fluids dripping from me. I can’t speak, I can’t move, I can’t even blink. All I can do is breathe and listen to my heart rapidly beating hard in my chest.
It’s not until I feel his body heat leave me that I snap myself out of it. I roll to my side and sit up, unable to make eye contact with him right now. “I need to go shower,” I murmur and scoot to the edge of the bed. When I swing my legs off, his big arm hooks around my waist again to stop me. “Come on, Massimo.” The grin that spreads across my face is unavoidable.
“Then let’s shower.” I squeal when I’m easily yanked back and airborne, tossing me over his shoulder like a rag doll.
“Massimo!”
My ass jiggles when he gives it a good smack and takes several long strides to the bathroom. I’m still grinning as my head dangles behind him, and I have a great view of his rock-hard ass.
The water turns on, and he finally sets me on my feet in his lavish glass-enclosed shower. It’s already steaming from the hot water, and he backs me against the tiled wall. “I don’t have any ofmy shower stuff, and I need to wash my makeup off.” I’m sure I look like a hot mess from falling asleep without washing my face.
He smiles down at me, and I can’t help but beam up at him. His hair is messy, and there’s extra scruff on his neck from needing to shave. “Tell me what you need, and I’ll get it for you.”
I snort and roll my eyes as I try pushing at his chest. He, of course, doesn’t budge an inch. “I need to go shower up in my bathroom, Massimo.”
“This is your bathroom,” he says, causing me to roll my eyes again. “I want you moved into my room by the end of the day,” he murmurs and nuzzles his face into my neck, making it hard to think.
“Not happening, De Luca. Not until we’re married.”
“Oh, it’s happening. Today.”
By the levity in his tone, I think he’s actually serious. “Wait, Massimo. Stop.” I try pushing at him again. “Massimo, I’m serious.” He finally picks his head up and looks down at me in delight. “I’m not moving into the same room as you untilafterwe’re married. It’s what we agreed upon.”
“We also agreed not to sleep together until the wedding night. Things change.”
“Well, consider this immutable.” I try to be stern with him as possible, but it’s hard to when he’s standing so close to me in all his manly glory with a playful twinkle in his eye.
“What do you need from your shower?”
Knowing we’ll just go round and round, I let him think he’s won this tiny battle and tell him what I need right now. But he’s not winning with the whole ‘moving into his room’ thing. It’s complicated enough for an arranged marriage, so there’s no need to complicate it any further by moving too quickly.