Page 169 of Villainous Kingpin
Desire burned, sparks flew and hearts glowed.
I tugged on his shirt and he paused to pull it over his head. Then his mouth was back on my skin, nipping at my breasts and all the while his hard cock grinding against my hot pussy.
I was delirious with need. Nine months without him was far too long. Now, I needed to overdose on him. I ground myself on his hard-on, desperate to get myself off. The friction between us was delicious, my greedy pussy clutching his shaft, needing him inside me.
The sound of shredding cut through the air. I didn’t care what he ripped or destroyed, as long as he kept fucking me.
Angling his cock into me, he felt hot and hard at my entrance. My muscles clenched, hungry for him, needing him with desperation.
“Bas,” I begged in a breathless voice.
“Beg for my cock, principessa,” he rasped, his mouth nipping at my earlobe.
I turned my head and his eyes seared through me. I grabbed his face, and pulled him closer.
“Please give me your cock,” I breathed. As he placed a scorching-hot kiss on my lips, he slid all the way in with one hard thrust. My body welcomed the intrusion, turning my blood hot. He thrust inside me in long, deep strokes. Hard and relentless.
“Fuck, I missed this,” he grunted, pounding his hard, thick shaft into me.
I clenched around his hard cock, my breath caught in my throat. The rush of feelings swarmed my body, taking every powerful thrust of his.
“So fucking good,” he praised, his voice guttural. Those three little words had me panting with crazed lust, on the verge of an orgasm.
My pussy and my insides had been molded to the shape of his cock, welcoming his intrusion. He was my missing puzzle piece. Whimpers and moans left my lips, his eyes bore into me with a crazed possessiveness.
“Ahhh, please,” I pleaded. Every inch of me was on fire. He had to extinguish it. Each thrust of his widened and stretched me, bringing me closer to the pinnacle. I’d never felt so deliciously full in my life as I did when Bas fucked me, relentlessly and hard. My back arched off the bed, every thrust began to kindle a spark and spread from my clit outward.
My head thrashed against the pillow my neck exposed to him. I was so close, reaching for the stars. His big hand curled around my neck and with a slight squeeze, my body shattered. This was what I needed; his domination, this intensity.
A moan tore from my mouth, his name on my lips as my body exploded. An orgasm shuddered through me, overwhelming me. Heat pulsed through every fiber of me, tremors shaking my body.
When I came down, it was to Basilio’s dark gaze on me.
“Who fucks you?” he growled, resting his forehead against mine.
I shivered. “You.”
He’d get any admission from me after such an intense orgasm. “Who else?”
“Nobody else,” I breathed.
“Until my dying breath, just you and I,” he grunted.
“Yes,” I panted, a languid sensation rushing through my bloodstream. “Just you and I.”
Satisfaction rumbled in his chest. His thrusts shallowed, his muscles tensed and with a grunt, he spilled inside me, his own body shuddering.
“You feel amazing, principessa,” he purred, his breath hot against my skin. His thick cum trickled down my inner thigh and my chest swelled at the praise. “You are mine.”
I sighed with contentment.
Because Basilio DiLustro was mine.
CHAPTER69
Wynter
Happiness started with letter B and ended with letter O.
