Page 111 of Hostile Secret
India exhales in a whimper, the raspy sound a gravelly, satisfied groan. My hands keep moving, roughly squeezing one of her tits so she can feel it under the jewels.
I rectify my posture, lift her right up, and position my dick at her slick entrance. Without warning, I rut into her. Fully. Harshly.
My violent thrusts bounce her light frame upwards. With her spine pressed into books, I hoist her higher and throw both legs over my arms, punishing her pussy with every thrust.
India groans into my mouth, owning it with every hot breath and sweep of her naughty tongue. She’s getting so close. I can instinctively read her body and handle it like my favorite weapon. I grip her ass, yanking her into me at the same time as I thrust into her again and again.
“You love my dick, don’t you?” I wrench my mouth away. “Your perfect cunt craves it. You were meant to wait for me to claim it. This is what you were made for… for me.”
My dick tunnels deeper, not finding cruelty in the movement this time, but giving into something sensual. Something meaningful.
Fuck, I could do this all night.
“Gio…” She pants. “It’s not just your… dick… I love… it’s you,” she mumbles, every syllable electrifying my arousal, so I hit the highest of highs.
A warm fluttery buzz infects my chest in a way I’ve never experienced. I’m addicted to this woman. Yet her raw admission paralyzes me.
Decades have come and gone, and in those lonely years, I’d never desired a woman to love, or to be loved. Never thought it possible.
I close my eyes for a moment to rein in the weird as fuck ache in my chest. I can’t decide if it’s a twinge of anger or an ache that’s far more incomprehensible. Admitting this obsession is love––that’s an emotion I’m not ready to think about.
“No one else can give you this… not like I can.” I clench my muscles and drive my pelvis upward, kissing her mouth and shoving my tongue inside. “No one else.”
Together, we work as a team to get each other off, both of us hunting a deeper connection.
“Giovanni,” she pants into my mouth. “Don’t stop.”
The swelling in my dick is sweet fucking agony, especially when I know my cum will line her insides for the rest of the evening. A rush of heat charges through it and my balls ache. My hips continue to work hard, a release imminent.
“Christ,” I groan. “I'm going to fill your tight little cunt all up. That’s how much you turn me on.” I drop one of her legs and weave my fingers into the hair at her nape, keeping her face before mine.
My heart pounds, the surging release coming hard and fast when her pussy clamps around my boner in a powerful climax of her own.
I’m dumbstruck and temporarily speechless from the shock of an all-time extraordinary orgasm. She cries out against my mouth, her standing leg shaking.
“Giovanni…” Electric shocks charge right through me. Her body convulses, a victim to waves of pleasure. “Don’t let go.” She breathes hard, the sentiment behind her words not missed.
Her body goes lax and her knees buckle. I wrap my arms around her, angling my hips to nudge in deeper while she trembles. When her inner muscles finally relax and her panting calms, I pin her against my chest, tight and possessive.
“I won’t let go. Not even if you beg me,” I tell her. The edginess of my statement is more of a warning than a heartfelt declaration.
I close my eyes and breathe her into my lungs, not missing the skip of my pulse when she hugs me back even tighter.
“Thank you… for taking me to prom.”
“We haven’t gotten there yet.” I chuckle darkly. “Maybe we should stay here and fuck for the rest of the night?”
“We can do that later.” She peers up at me, her hoarse voice thick with sex. “You went to so much trouble to buy me all of these things––to make this night special. At least let me show them off on our first official date.”
We stare at each other for the longest moment. I run my knuckles along the curve of her jaw before hollowing her cheeks.
“Then you’d better get the hell off me, because I’m about to slash the seams of your dress and wrap your legs around my neck.”
I take a strained step backward, nostrils flaring, and fists clenched. I’m certain the next time my hands land on her that dress would be torn from her body.
Our eyes pinpoint each other, hers wide from our undeniable chemistry. Adrenaline pumps through my veins as she flutters her lashes. She’s only inches away from me, visibly holding her breath as if she’s praying I’d demolish her all over again.
Nearing the door, she takes a quick glance over her shoulder to find me fixing the masquerade mask over my face, hiding my identity.
