Page 64 of Steal My Heart
“Uh-huh.” He crawls off the bed, working his belt and pants, and my eyes land on the massive bulge in his boxers. Those come down, and I involuntarily gasp.
“You’re going to flatten my cervix like a pancake with that thing, and I love pancakes, but it’ll ruin pancakes for me, not to mention ruining my poor vagina?—”
“Remi, do I need to bound and gag you?” Angelo says impatiently, his cock standing tall.
My brain saysno, but my fluttering pussy saysyes. “Maybe?”
He smirks as he climbs into bed and settles over me. His lips find the sensitive spot beneath my ear as his cock nudges my entrance. “That won’t be necessary. You’re going to take my cock like a good girl, aren’t you, Remi?” His teeth run the column of my neck as he inches the tip of his cock inside me.
It’s hard to think when he’s doing that; hell, it’s hard to think most of the time around this intense man. But I mange to say, “You’re not wearing a condom. You said you never go bare.”
Angelo’s forehead falls to mine as he stills his movement, his body vibrating with need. “Nothing’s getting between my cock and your pussy. Now, you didn’t answer my question.” He inches the head of his cock back inside me. “Are you going to take my cock like a good girl?”
“Yes.” I moan, my nails raking over his back.
“That’s right.” He hums his approval, thrusting his hips another inch forward.
I mewl as my nails dig into his broad shoulders.
But he surprises me by pulling out, only to nudge back in. “Fuck, what a sight.” His head lifts, his eyes fixated on where we’re connected. “Watching your greedy little pussy swallow my cock.”
I look down to see what he’s seeing; I’m stretched open completely, and he’s only half way in.
“You ready to take all of me?”
I take a deep breath as I dig my fingers into his shoulders, mentally bracing myself. “Yes, Angelo.”
“That’s right.” He thrusts slow and long.
“Oh, shit.” It’s an overwhelming sense of fullness when his pelvis becomes flush with mine.
Angelo says something in Italian, his head falling to the crook of my neck. “Naughty little pickpocket tastes like heaven. Of course she feels like heaven. Good? Need a moment?”
Shaking my head, I buck my hips. “Fuck me.”
“Remi, Remi.” Hetsks, squeezing my hip with one hand while balancing himself over me with his other. “I decide when?—”
Using my internal muscles, I squeeze his cock and don’t let go.
“Fuck.” His eyes roll back in his head.
“What were you saying?” I ask sweetly.
Angelo pulls out, only to slam back in with so much power, the move knocks my head into the headboard. “Oww.”
He grabs me by the hips, yanking me down the bed. “What I was saying is, I’d suggest you hold on.” And with that, he begins ruthlessly fucking me with long, hard thrusts of his hips.
“Holy fuck,” I half cry, half moan, my hands finding support on his tense shoulders as he absolutely rails me. “You realize I’ll need the ability to walk tonight.”
“You’re right.” On a heavy sigh, he eases things up by rolling his hips in gentle circles.
“Oh, I like that.” My pussy spasms around his thick cock.
“Me telling you that you’re right, or the way I’m fucking you?” he asks, his voice rough as gravel.
“Both.” My head lulls to the side as my body tingles with pleasure.
Angelo’s hand firmly grabs my chin, jerking me to face him. “Eyes on me.”
