Page 94 of Born into Mayhem
“Okay,” I say, trying again, “I can tell you’re pissedandhorny.”
“Open your mouth,streghetta mia.”
I eye the huge dick he’s holding and then look back up at him. “Huh?” Because he can’t seriously be thinking of putting all that in my mouth.
Reaching down, he grips my chin, sliding his thumb between my lips. “Open. Your. Mouth.” He says the words slowly as he hooks his finger in and forces my mouth open. With my lips parted, I look up at him, stunned at the war I see going on behind his dark eyes. He’s still pissed, but he also wants me so badly he can barely control it, and beneath all that is the love that I know will always be the dominant force that guides everything he does.
“See how easy it was for me to grab you and pull you somewhere you couldn’t be seen?” he asks. “Not to mention the stitches you still have in your arm. You shouldn’t even be in this water right now.”
I start to talk, to try and explain myself, but he’s still holding my jaw and all I end up doing is babbling and drooling all over myself.
“Finished?” he asks.
I roll my eyes at him and he growls my name and forces my mouth open wider before bringing the head of his cock to my lips.
“You need to learn to do what I say,” he says as he parts my lips and slides in, filling my mouth with his head and the salty taste of his pre-cum.
I narrow my eyes at him, but all he does is move his hand so he’s fisting my hair and pushing in so deep I have no choice but to gag around him. I try to mumble that he’s being overbearing and ridiculous, but he just winks at me and thrusts his hips so I gag again. My body rebels, but the tight grip on my hair makes it impossible for me to move.
“I don’t think so,amore mio. You’re not going anywhere. You’re going to take every goddamn inch of me.”
When I gag again, I bring my teeth down just enough for him to feel the light scrape against his sensitive skin. He groans and gives me a sexy, wicked laugh.
“There’s my little viper. Do you wish your mouth wasn’t so stuffed so you could give me a piece of your mind?”
I moan my yes around his shaft, making him groan again.
“Good. You’re stuffed full of my cock right now because I don’t want to hear it. I don’t want to hear whatever bullshit excuse you think you can tell me to make you disobeying me and putting your life at risk okay. I told you to do something, and you ignored it. This is your punishment, sweetheart.”
When he sees the angry look I’m giving him, he grins and runs his fingers along my cheek before tracing the line of my stretched-out upper lip.
“Every time you want to yell at me, give it a suck,amore mio. Let me feel how pissed you are at being forced onto your knees while I feed you my big cock.”
I suck hard, and his responding deep, masculine groan is the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard. The waves crash gently around us as my knees dig into the rocks, and the sun is unrelenting and blinding, but I don’tcare about any of that. Submitting to Dario is an aphrodisiac unlike anything I’ve ever known. That doesn’t mean I’m not going to fight him and make him work for this, though.
Reaching up, I dig my fingers into his strong thighs, trying to rear my head back. His grip on my hair tightens as he gives another wicked laugh.
“I do love it when you fight me, sweetheart.”
My nails dig into his skin, but all it does is make him groan in appreciation. I feel his cock twitch in my mouth right before he coats my tongue in more pre-cum, and when I start to squirm from my own arousal, he drags his finger along my jaw and says, “Take your bikini top off. I want to see those pierced tits while I come down your throat.”
Still pinned in place by his hand in my hair and the giant cock I’m trying not to choke on, I reach around and tug on the strings of my bikini. It falls off me easily, and as soon as he sees my bare chest, he groans and rocks his hips, pushing in deeper and making me gag again. I give him a hard suck to let him know I’d really like to yell at him right now, and all it does is earn me another laugh and an even deeper thrust.
“That’s right,amore mio,suck as hard as you want, sweetheart. Use that sharp tongue of yours and let me feel how pissed you are.”
I give him another suck, and he winks at me. Keeping my eyes on his, I let him see how angry it makes me to submit to anyone, how much it’s going against my nature to stay here and let him use me like this, but I also know he sees how much I love it.
“You’re gorgeous when you’re mad, little viper.” His words are strained as he works himself in deeper. My body struggles to take him in, and then flat-out resists the intrusion. This is the first time I’ve ever done this, and from my own personal experience so far, I’m willing to bet good money that no woman on earth could take him all the way in. It goes beyond the laws of physics, and when I gag around him again, I glare up at him through watery eyes and give another hard, deliberate suck.
“That’s my good girl,” he praises, adding in a wink when his wordsearn him another suck. “Maybe I should tell you about the plans I have for us when we get back to the States.” His thumb strokes my face as he slowly pulls out of me before crashing back in. “You’ll be moving in with me immediately,” he says, making it clear he doesn’t think any of this is up for discussion. “I want you in my bed every night, and I want my ring on your pretty little finger.”
I suck him harder because he knows I don’t like being left out of plans.
“Fuck,” he growls, rocking his hips in harder. I get distracted by the sight of his taut ab muscles working with every thrust he gives and momentarily forget that I’m still angry at him.
His next words bring me back to reality. “Mia Alessi, my sweet wife, the one who’s always so eager for my cock and has supper waiting for me on the table when I get home.”
The fuck?
