Page 7 of Unrelenting
My possessiveness runs deep with this woman. I don’t want her to entertain a single thought of being with another man.
“I’m clean,” I tell her.
She murmurs something I take to be consent for me to go in bare. Unbuckling my belt, I lower the zipper on my pants and drop them enough to free my cock.
I don’t check if Lucia is wet because the way she’s squirming with need tells me she is. Positioning myself just right, I kick her legs farther apart and shove straight into her.
My cock glides effortlessly through her folds, confirming she was ready for me.
I slide out and push back in, eliciting a satisfying moan from her lips. Perhaps some other time I’ll go slow and worship her body the way she deserves, but right now I can’t hold back. I’ve waited too long to claim her. I’ve imagined this moment down to the last detail.
Somehow, reality surpasses the picture I painted in my head. It’s sheer heaven to be inside her.
“Oh, fuck,” Lucia whimpers as I pump my hips harder.
As I pick up the pace, I think about what her tight little ass would look like after a thorough spanking. I would never dish out a punishment unjustly, but Lucia will eventually slip up and earn one.
Then I’ll revel in seeing her creamy skin turning crimson beneath my palm.
The more relentlessly I fuck her, the more labored Lucia’s breathing becomes. She pants and moans in desperation as I stamp my ownership on her body. Her pussy squeezes tight around me.
“Such a good girl,” I praise her. “You like being fucked, don’t you, Lucia? You like being owned.”
“Yes.”
I’m pleased she doesn’t deny it. Her head drops down, and her fingers scrabble at the wall as she becomes increasingly close to release.
“You want to come,gattina?”
Calling her kitten wasn’t a conscious choice, but it feels right. She’s an appropriate mix of adorable and fierce, a woman with a good heart and razor-sharp claws.
“Yes.”
I smile to myself. If only it was that easy. She has to beg for what she wants. “I need a little more than that, Lucia.”
“Please, Lorenzo.” She raises her head and glances back over her shoulder at me. A thin layer of perspiration coats her brow, and her mouth twists in sensual agony. “Please make me come.”
“Well, since you’re being such a good girl for me.”
Sliding one hand around her throat, I drag her upright until her back is flush with my chest. She’s tall for a woman, but in my arms, she feels small and breakable.
It’s a strange realization for me, but I don’t want to break her. I hold her tightly enough that she feels my strength, but I don’t squeeze. Not yet.
With my other hand, I reach between her legs and find her swollen, throbbing clit. I circle it with my finger, gently at first. Then I stroke harder until she bucks her hips. Her legs tremble, and her head falls back against my shoulder.
Her glossy lips part, and her eyes darken with arousal. She’s close, but not there yet. She’s making me work for the ultimate prize.
I tighten my grip on her throat, watching her reactions in case she panics. It’s not my aim to frighten her. Some part of hermust trust me not to hurt her because she doesn’t try to pry my fingers off her. I doubt she’d ever admit it, though.
As I steal her ability to breathe bit by bit, her body reacts. Her pussy spasms around my rigid length.
“That’s it,gattina. Milk my cock.”
As I release her throat, she comes with a scream. Warmth spreads through me as my cock swells inside her. I shudder as a wave of pleasure crashes over me and I follow Lucia to completion.
Resting my chin on the top of her head, I hold her close, giving us both a moment to recover. A powerful sense of satisfaction swells inside me.
It’s been a while since I fucked like that. No, that’s not true. I have never fucked like that before. I have never experienced such a connection with a woman. It’s fate or some shit.
