Page 38 of The Sicilian Bastard
"Suck," I demanded.
I was a pig. There was no doubt about that. She swirled her tongue around my finger and sucked it into her mouth like it was my cock. Fucking seductress. I reached down and lifted her off the floor by her armpits. I tossed her on the bed and jumped over the top of her. If she thought I was almost finished, then she had another think coming. I went to ravish her when a thought occurred to me. I had never treated her the way she probably should be treated. I slowed down and trailed light kisses down her body. I ran my hand down her slit and she was soaked for me. She was always soaked for me. I inhaled her sticky sweetness.
"Please," she cried.
For once, I felt like I could get off on something other than pain. Her sweet cries of ecstasy sounded pretty good to me. I licked her. Once. Twice. As I went in for the third time, she kicked my shin. I blinked up at her in surprise.
"If you're going to tease me, get the fuck out so I can take care of myself."
I chuckled. "I'm not teasing you. I'm making love to you," I clarified.
"Fuck that. Either slam your cock in me or send someone else in here who will."
The thought of some other dude sticking his cock inmia fioreinfuriated me. I flipped her onto her stomach because I didn't even want to see her face, I was so livid. For that comment, she was going to pay. I stuck my cock in her wet hole and pulled it out immediately before her walls could suck me in and make me forget my intent. Then I stuck myself in her ass to the hilt. Her screams soothed my tattered pride. But her words still wounded me.
"I. Was. Trying. To. Be. Nice," I growled out between thrusts.
"If I wanted a nice fuck, I'd fuck your brother," she taunted.
I fisted her hair and lifted her front half straight upwards, changing the angle. I timed my thrusts and slapped down on her pussy as I did it. The constant squelch from her arousal fueled me to fuck her harder. I took my wet hand away and pulled on each of her nipples as far as they would go. She screamed and tried scrambling off my dick, but I held fast. I wrapped one arm around her waist and my other, I used to play with her body.
"My brother could never fuck you like this," I murmured in her ear.
"We'll see, won't we?" she panted, sweat dripping off her body onto mine.
I took four fingers and shoved them in her cunt as deep as I could reach. I circled them around until I felt her clamp down on me. Her ass locked my cock in place, so I could barely thrust. I felt the tip of my dick rubbing against that thin membrane and stroked it with my fingers. I had never felt a woman as wet as Araceli was.
"No, we won't. If you even try to fuck one of my brothers, I'll murder them and fuck you on top of their rotting corpse," I threatened.
What I didn't expect was for her to squirt all over my hand. I thought she would fight me. I figured she'd taunt me some more with the thought of her being unfaithful. Nope. She came harder than ever before. Her liquid honey was dripping down my arm and made an audible plop when I ripped my fingers out of her pulsing pussy. I yanked my fingers out and she cried out from the loss. The loss of me. The pain I granted her. The pleasure she received. All of it was from me. Thinking of her getting off, made me swell in her ass. I forced her head down, popping her hips up more as I sought my release. I rode her harder than a cowboy rode a stallion. She was mine. Mine to torment. Mine to fuck. Mine to breed. The thought of her swelling with my child, a child who would be showered with love unconditionally, sent tremors down my spine. I released into her with a roar of satisfaction. My fingers dug into her hips. She pressed herself back against me, taking my cock as deep as it could go. As soon as I pulled out, I watched my cum leaking out of her hole. I felt a pang of loss. I should've come inside her. "Are you on birth control?" I should've had this conversation a while ago.
"Yes, I have the implant," she murmured. Her voice was husky with her satisfaction. She stretched like a kitten.
"We'll have to change that," I threw out. I drew her against my body and held tight despite her protests. She was going to have my baby. Willing or not.
