Page 103 of My Dark Fairy Tale
We turned our heads to each other simultaneously, and the next moment, we were kissing. He took my mouth like a man dying of thirst, sipping at my lips, drinking deeply from me as if he would not survive without my lips on his. He tugged me onto his body without breaking our contact, pressing my lower back to flex his hardening cock against my belly.
I moaned, sinking my hands into his hair as I shifted to straddle his hips so I could grind down on him properly.
When we broke apart, we were both panting.
He pushed a hand into my sternum, so I sat up, and then he gathered my short dress in his hands, pulling up until I had to curve my body and raise my arms as he took it over my head.
“Così bella immerso nella luce della luna,” he murmured as he studied me with black, sparkling eyes, as if chips from the star-strewn sky had fallen into them.
So beautiful bathed in moonlight.
“Voglio bagnarti di sborra,” he continued in that same silky voice that wound around my body like bondage.
I want to bathe you in my cum.
His hand collected both my wrists behind my back so that my chest was arched, nipples pebbled in the cool night air. He knifed up to suck hard at each and then blew cooler air over them so that I shivered.
He continued his smoky refrain, explaining everything he was going to do to me under the face of the moon as he alternated between sucking and biting my breasts. The flesh turned red, ringed in teeth marks I could see even in the dim light spilling out from inside and the silver glow of the sky.
I wished I could have his teeth marks on my skin every day for the rest of my life.
“Ti scoperò ovunque.”
I am going to fuck you everywhere.
I gasped as his free hand slid between my breasts down to my belly, delving beneath my thong to cup my pussy. It was one of his favorite moves, curving that big hand around my sex in a display of total ownership that always made me leak into his palm.
“Ti scoperò la bocca. La tua figa. E il tuo culo stretto,” he continued, the words guttural now as he worked two fingers inside, twisting them into that sensitive ridge on my inner wall that made my vision produce its own stars.
I am going to fuck your mouth. Your pussy. And your tight ass.
My hips rocked unconsciously against his fingers as he added another and fucked me harder.
“Would you like that,cerbiatta?” he murmured against my throat, nipping the skin there, too, so I knew in the morning I would be decorated in the jewelry of his lust. “Would you like me to own you everywhere?”
“Yes,” I hissed instantly, bending to try to catch his lips. “I want you everywhere. I do not want a single inch of my body to belong only to me when we are done.”
The thought of taking his big shaft in my ass was darkly alluring. I’d fingered myself there before back in the States, curious about the tightly furled entrance, shocked by the swell of wet that pooled in my pussy from the illicit contact. In my room, alone at night with my fantasies, I was free from the shackles of being the good girl, and I could indulge in all the ways I secretly was not.
I gasped as Raffa flipped me suddenly onto my back, his hand breaking my fall so I landed gently. He knee-walked up my body even as his hands went to his pants, deftly undoing his belt and fly until he was free to take his cock from the tight confines.
It lookedbeautifulpainted in silver light, the veins raised and mouthwatering around the wide shaft, the precum on the head the same color as the moon.
“Open wide for me.”
I shivered at that biting tone and let my mouth drop open, tongue peeking out to greet his skin as he slid straight into my opening. My eyes fell softly closed as I hummed around the salt bite of his taste. I relaxed my jaw instinctively, used to this now. He had taught me well how to take him deep and hard and often.
One of my favorite feelings was the wedge of his cock impaled balls deep in my mouth and throat. The triumph of taking every inch soared through me straight to my groin so that I squirmed and rubbed my thighs together, desperate for friction.
Sensing my rising desperation, he tore his shirt off and leaned back, bringing my hand to the abdominals cut starkly into his skin. I groanedwhen he cupped my head in one hand to raise it higher and used the other to slap my legs apart so he could dip fingers into my slick folds.
“You look so pretty with your lips stretched tight around my cock,” he told me in growling Italian. “Like you were made to suck me. Made to take my cock.”
He groaned when I sucked him on the backstroke, flicking my tongue over his slit to gather the cream spilling out. His fingers curled inside my pussy, and the heel of his hand ground down on my clit so that my legs started to shake.
“Yes, little fawn, come with my cock down your throat,” he ordered.
As in everything with Raffa, I had no choice but to obey. My cries were muffled by his shaft, and I gagged once, so his cock slid even deeper, and he moaned at the way my mouth gripped tight around his driving dick. My orgasm was sharp and short, an exclamation point at the end of my lust that only made it stronger.
