Page 258 of Anti-Heroes in Love Duet
She was already wet.
The heat and stickiness seeped through the fabric to coat my palm.
A savage groan ripped through my throat. She echoed it greedily, clutching my head tightly.
“Fuck me,” she begged shamelessly, eyes flashing with the demand. “Fammelo sentire dentro!”
I want to feel you inside me.
My fingers curled into the lace of her panties andtore. She gasped against my mouth as I cupped her mound again, sliding two fingers straight to her depths.
My hand tightened on her throat just slightly as I reared back to watch her writhe on my fingers, pumping them with ruthless precision against her sweet spot. She panted, her nails catching at my forearms as she held my hand to her throat, pressing even harder so her breath strained through her lungs.
“Dio mio,” she cried breathlessly.
I bent down to take that swollen, pink clit between my lips and sucked hard, moaning at the taste of her honeyed juices.
She broke apart.
Spectacularly.
Completely.
Her limbs flailed against the seats, her hips jacking up into my mouth as her cum seeped down her thighs, pooling beneath her ass on the seat. I shifted my mouth to her entrance, lapping up the wet leaking from my gently thrusting fingers. She shuddered, moaning my name like a prayer.
Her taste in my mouth, her scent in my nose, and the feel of her coming for me, knowing she had never done the same for anyone else, broke my civilized veneer in two.
I surged up from her pussy, opened my pants with one hand, and fisted my cock. It was leaking, practically dripping precum like a broken faucet. I pulled hard on the shaft a few times, slicking it with the wet. I was so hard, steel under the hot, pink silk of my skin.
“Apri le gambe.”
She opened her legs.
“Più ampio.”
Wider.
She spread them as far as she could in the narrow space. Her pussy glistened in the cold winter light spilling into the car, pink and swollen as a fruit about to drop from the vine.
I notched the head of my cock at her entrance and warned, “Ti scopero’ fino a farti esplodere di piacere.”
I am going to fuck you until you explode.
I curled my arm around her upper back, my fingers curved around the opposite shoulder for leverage while the other found her throat. Her eyes were wide and dark as fire smoke.
I thrust to the hilt inside that snug little cunt.
She cried out, neck arching as I set a punishing pace. She was so unused, so tight that even as wet as she was, I had to drag my length in and out of her, friction on every stroke.
She felt like heaven on earth.
My mouth ran as I fucked her, telling her all the things I’d dreamed of in the dark of my prison cell.
“Love this tight pussy, Lena. You were made to take my cock.”
“You feel s-so huge,” she confessed on a broken sob, her hips writhing away from me.
“Take all of it,” I demanded, thrusting her down on my dick, grinding into her until she yelped and moaned, then begged for it all over again. “This is my cunt, isn’t it,cuore mia?”
