Page 105 of My Dark Ever After
A moment later my back was pressed to rough bark, and feathery leaves tickled the back of my head. The fragrance of dry wood and herbal, almost fruity greenery was heady in my nostrils as Raffa pressed me against an olive tree. Bracing me there, he moved back just enough to tug my spandex shorts down my thighs.
He broke our kiss to stare down between us at the bare skin he’d revealed at my groin.
“No underwear again?” he moaned before diving in for a wet, salacious kiss. “Such a good girl.”
It was my turn to whine when he pulled away to spit on me, rubbing the wet into my pussy as if he was giving it a massage before doing it once, twice more.
Fuck,why was that so hot?
“My girl likes when I spit on her greedy cunt?” he asked me in a rumbly purr, eyes so dark they gobbled up the light.
“I like it when you do anything to my greedy cunt,” I admitted.
His response was a predatory smile like a snarl. He sank two fingers inside me and used his other hand to tug down my workout top so it bunched below my breasts, plumping them up in the fabric trap. I had always been self-conscious about my lack of curves, but the way Raffa licked his lips at the sight of my sweat-glistening mounds and hard nipples made me warm with pride.
“Sei così delizioso,” he praised me before dipping down to bite at my left nipple, firm tweaks that connected to my pussy as in an electrical circuit. “So sweet even when you’re salty. Especially then.”
I reached for him, more desperate than I had any right to be, given we had fucked less than twelve hours before this, my cunt still tender from his ministrations then. But this was different.
Now, Raffa wasmine.
Mine for as long as I would fight to have him.
“Mine,” I rasped as I wrapped my hand around the thick heft of his erection through the thin weave of his athletic shorts. “Sei mio.”
“Si, sono tuo. Qualsiasi cosa io sia, sono tuo,” he growled against my breast.
Yes, yours. Whatever I am, it’s yours.
I tugged the elastic waistband down to grip his hot flesh in one hand. The sheer weight of his heavy cock made me whimper.
“Basta parlare,” I cried out as his fingers curled inside me and sent pleasure pulsing through me like a strobe light. “Fuck me, now.”
“So impatient to be impaled on my dick,” he teased darkly, keeping his hips just far enough from where he had pressed down to the woodthat I could only drag the head of his weeping cock against my wet crease. “Sei affamata. You are so hungry. Tell me how you want it.”
“I want to feel you stretch me open on your thick cock,” I said without an ounce of shame, canting my hips so the tip of him caught at my entrance. Hooking a leg around his hip, I leveraged my weight to impale myself just slightly. “Please, Raffa, don’t tease me. Now that you are mine, I need you to claim me. Fuck me hard and paint me in your cum. Remind me why I never want to be without you.”
A fierce snarl tore from his throat. “Hands on the branch. Do not let go.”
I hastened to do as he asked, my hands trembling as I wound them around the thin branch over my head. The position lifted my breasts even more, so that they jiggled over the gathered fabric of my top. It also made me feel like I had no control, dangling from the limb like an ornament for Raffa to enjoy.
The moment I obeyed, he clutched my ass in both hands, tipped my hips up so that my thighs, trapped in the spandex, were pressed out and back between us, and then thrust himself to the root inside me. My head fell back between my shoulders on a shout as every synapse in my brain pinwheeled into fireworks.
“There you go.” His praise was a litany of filth as he started to drive into me, his hands keeping my lower back carefully away from the rough bark so it wouldn’t hurt but also so that he could haul me back into his every thrust. “Such a sweet, good girl taking my cock like this. You are going to let me fuck you whenever I want to, is that not right,cerbiatta?”
“Yes,” I hissed, using my grip on the tree to swing myself into him, my teeth jarring at every thrust, my entire focus narrowed to the spot where he swelled and bucked inside me. “Yes, please.”
“You just want to be used,si?” he soothed, reaching up to pluck at each nipple, back and forth until I convulsed with each shock wave of sensation it evoked. “That is what you thought about so lonely in thedark those nights without me in your bed. You dreamed of me breaking in to take you in your sleep, waking you up with an orgasm.”
“Si, Raffa,” I panted as an epic climax loomed over me, threatening to crash over my head and drown me in sensation.
“Oh, you already want to come for me? Did I not give you enough pleasure last night?” he asked, a cold edge of displeasure in his tone even though the hand on my nipple arrowed down to my clit to thrum it with his thumb as if he were playing a slow note on the guitar. “Wait for permission.”
“Please,” I cried, my nails dipping into the wood, my hips juddering against his own as I fought off the impending orgasm. “Oh God, Raffa, please, I-I need to come for you.”
“You look so pretty struggling for me.” His mouth was at my chin, nipping along my jaw until he reached my ear, where he whispered, “Such a good, sweet girl. You can come for me now, Vera.Vieni per me.”
When his teeth sealed over my neck, sucking hard at the bruise he had placed there yesterday as if he never wanted that claim of ownership to wane, the tension shattered and sent pleasure sluicing through me, touching each point of electricity, my pussy, my breasts, even my neck under his teeth, until I felt like one vibrant live wire.
