Page 54 of Hostile Devil
“I want to ride you,” she says between kisses. “Teach me how.”
Her innocence. Fuck, it’s everything and more. “Oh, yeah...” I breathe into her mouth. “You want to fill yourself up with my dick, baby?” I laugh a little, dark and dirty. “Did your little cunt miss me?”
India plants her hands on mine and forces my fingertips to burrow into her hip bones.
“Yes… because you’re the only one that's ever stretched that little hole down there.” My heartbeat accelerates. “And your cum is all it knows. How does it make you feel knowing you own all of me, Giovanni Souza?”
She bites her bottom lip, knocking the air out of my lungs with her big blue eyes.
Christ.
My veins are on fire and my dick aches with need. I consider stuffing my dick in her dirty talking mouth, but then she’d stop and I want to hear more. Her voice alone sends shivers through my body.
“It feels so fucking good, my little whore.” I capture her earlobe with my teeth and nip it. “You take my dick like a good fucking girl, don’t you?”
“Uh-huh,” she gasps, and my hand covers her mouth, absorbing the sound all the while she grinds her clit against my thigh.
The whites of her eyes sparkle, taunting me. Too damn hungry—I snatch up her mouth again, slightly more forceful than before.
“Do you like it when I come all over your dick, Giovanni?” she asks, making my balls grow tight.
And just like that, the kiss turns rough. I can’t help myself. I want her. Crave her. Fucking need her.
She wants to make love, but… God, I’m not programmed to go easy on anyone. It’s not that I don’t want to show her how crazy-mad my heart beats for her. No, I’m just at the point of blowing my load all over her belly.
I shove my hands under her armpits and heave her onto my chest, walking backward until I reach my office. Making sure she won’t fall; I secure her ass with one hand and use my other to open the door. The thrill of having her all to myself shoots through my veins.
A flash of lightning strikes when we enter, illuminating the desk I rarely sit at and the two armchairs opposite it. Reversing in, I kick the door shut behind us and then pick a chair to sink into.
Her knees rest by my thighs, our bodies coming together as she sits on my lap, her hands on my face and her teeth nibbling my bottom lip.
“We’re all alone now.” Her eyes sparkle. “Will you show your little whore how good your dick can stretch her pussy?” Blonde strands catch in my fingers when she elevates, hovering over my dick. “Make me yours, Gio.”
“You’re already mine, India.” I eat up her lips. “All mine.”
She grabs the hem of my shirt, pulling it up and over my head. Straight after, my hands are on her again. Sweat gathers on my brow, my muscles painfully tense from the effort of maintaining order.
I position myself at her entrance and help her lower onto it. Her delicious heat and snug inner walls almost finish me. I rip the buttons on her dress to get at her lush, proud nipples that jiggle in my eyeline every time she spears herself.
“And this tight little hole of yours, no one else will ever have it. It’s all mine.”
We kiss madly, licking and panting, every inch of my skin on high alert as she milks my dick with her slow pace.
“Hmmm––that's it, Giovanni,” she whispers into my mouth, her voice thick with heat. “It’s so good… just like this.” Her nipples brush across my chest, electrifying every nerve. “Do you like my pussy the best?”
“It’s the only one I’ve ever paid full attention to.” I yank her hair. “The only one I can’t stop thinking about.”
Goosebumps race over her arms. “Do you want to keep it all to yourself and fuck it hard?” Her voice is thick with lust, and I swear a bead of cum leaks out of me.
“Yeah, baby.” I steady our rhythm, controlling the tempo and moving slower. “I’m going to find you in every dark corner of our home and fuck you every chance I get.”
Her eyes drill into mine. “I like the sound of that.” She chews her bottom lip and rolls her hips, making the tip of my dick hit her cervix. “God, yeah.”
My hands lock on her hip bones, helping me tunnel in deeper. I’m not seeking cruelty in the movement. Only giving her what she wants, a sensual, grinding togetherness making me breathe hard too.
“Tell me you’re staying… here with me in Colombia,” I say, the words thick from the back of my throat, high on the softness of her skin. “That your home is here, beside me.”
Her pupils blow wide, and those baby blues dance all over my face. “You’re my home, Gio.”
