Page 52 of The Bonventi War
He enters me in one rough, possessive thrust, filling me completely. I cry out, my fingers scratching the walls.
Gio sets a punishing pace, each thrust driving me higher, filling me inch by inch, stretching me open—the delicious, painful burn is intoxicating. He's too far gone for gentleness. I've made him too ravenous.
Gio tightens his grip on my hair, pushing my face against the wall.
"I love being inside you," he growls in my ear. "Right where I belong."
His words make me clench around him involuntarily. I can feel him pulsing and throbbing deep within me.
Each powerful thrust drives the air from my lungs in breathy whimpers. The sound of skin slapping against skin and ragged breathing is all I can hear.
I'm utterly consumed by sensation—the fullness of him inside me, the sting of my scalp where he grips my hair, the ache in my arms as I brace myself against the wall. Every cell in my body is attuned to Gio, to the pleasure he's giving me with each movement.
"Oh, Gio," I manage to whisper, his name a plea and a curse on my lips. He responds by slapping my ass, the sharp sting mixing with the pleasure coursing through my veins.
Still gripping my hair and pinning me in place, his left hand moves from my hip to my clit, his fingers circling the sensitive zone with the perfect amount of pressure.
"I want to hear you come all over my dick," he says, his tone firm and commanding.
"Please, Gio," I whimper, the words torn from my throat. "Don't stop. Fuck me. Make me come."
He slides a finger inside of me, alongside his cock, stretching me even further. The sensation is almost unbearable, a delicious agony that makes my vision blur.
My legs tremble as he fills me over and over. Each thrust drives me closer to the edge, my body burning with pleasure.
I close my eyes and see stars as my orgasm builds. It feels like an electric tingle that radiates all over me. My body tenses, getting ready to explode, and Gio senses it. His grip tightens as he drives into me harder, deeper, ensuring I take every inch of him.
Suddenly, I come completely undone. My orgasm crashes over me, violent and all-consuming, a shuddering moan loud as he ignites every pleasure cell in my body, my body convulsing around him as wave after wave of desire crashes through me.
"That's it, baby," he growls. "That's my good girl."
I clench around him, the tightness making Gio curse under his breath, his thrusts turning erratic, his control moments away from being lost.
But he doesn't slow down, doesn't pull away—if anything, he pushes even deeper. He moves his hands to my hips and grips tightly while he starts to lose himself completely.
I hear raw moans from him, and I look back and see his eyes dark with primal lust, as if he's about to enjoy the prey he's been hunting all day.
"Fuck, I'm so close baby," he pants, his hand sliding up my back and gripping my shoulder so he can pull me in as tight as he can.
With one final thrust that almost lifts my feet off the ground, I feel it—Gio spilling his seed in me, thick and deep, filling me up until I swear I can feel it spreading inside me. Claiming me.
I feel his body shaking, his cock pulsing inside me, emptying every last drop into me without restraint, without hesitation.
Instead of pulling out, Gio stays buried inside me, hips flush against mine, ensuring nothing is wasted.
I instinctively arch my back, feeling all of him, and we both catch our breath.
He leans over me and ever so slowly pulls out. Then he takes his hand, scoops up some of his warm come that's spilling out, and pushes it back inside me. He then rests his hand against my opening, applying gentle pressure as if to make sure I keep every drop inside me.
After a few moments, he spins me around and kisses me. Then he looks me up and down.
"You look so good like this," he says, some lust still lingering in his eyes.
I smile. "You mean naked?"
He laughs. "Of course, that too, but no, I meant because you're full of me."
I don't have time to respond, and he gives me another kiss, this time it's more gentle.
