Page 91 of The Bonventi War
I slide my left hand under my shirt she's wearing, fingers skimming along her ribs, her stomach. She's so fucking soft. So different from everything else in my life.
"I thought about you all night," I say against her skin, my right hand moving lower, palming the heat between her thighs. She sucks in a breath as I press against her, starting to feel her wetness growing. "Thinking about how I was gonna come home and fuck you until you're pregnant with my baby."
She gasps, her whole body tensing.
I smile. She fucking likes that.
I grab her stool and spin it so she's facing me. Her eyes are wide, full of heat, and I see the way her chest rises and falls, see the way she's wanting me.
I lean down, act like I'm going to give her a kiss, but stop just inches from her lips. "Get up," I say softly.
She obeys immediately.
I push her shorts down, let them pool at her feet before I turn her around.
I don't waste time. I shove her forward, flattening her against the cold marble island, my hands spreading her thighs as I drop my zipper. My cock is throbbing, aching, desperate.
I run a hand up her spine, fisting in her hair, forcing her to arch.
"You like when I come at you a bit rough, baby?" I ask firmly.
"Yes," she gasps.
That's all I need.
I thrust inside her in one brutal stroke, no barrier, no hesitation, nothing between us.
"Fuck," I moan, my grip tightening as she squeezes around me, perfect and fucking drenched. She lets out a strangled moan, fingertips trying to grip the flat surface of the counter as I pull back and slam into her again.
She takes it. All of it.
My fingers slide down, grip her jaw, tilting her face just enough for me to kiss her—deep, messy, lustful.
"I'm yours," I growl, teeth scraping her lips.
She moans into my mouth, and I feel it all over my body. It's like electricity.
I pound into her, hard, brutal, relentless, and the thought of filling her makes me snap. Makes me fuck her even deeper. Makes my quest to completely claim her more than even I can handle.
"Oh God, Gio. This feels so good," she calls out.
I pull her hair, lifting her head up off the counter, her back arching as I continue to pump into her hard and fast. I'm not gentle, I'm not slow. I'm destroying her, and she's taking all of it.
"Don't stop, baby," she moans.
I grip her hair tighter. "Let me hear you shatter around my cock," I command.
Her moans come quicker, louder, and I feel her body tense around my shaft. It's the feeling I've come to desire most during our pure erotic fuck sessions.
She starts to shake, and for a brief moment, she goes silent, then lets out a scream as she comes undone around my cock, her body almost going limp as ecstasy pumps through her.
Her tightness intensifies my release, and I know I can't hold back any longer. Now that she's come, I don't want to.
I thrust deeper, stronger, more aggressively than before. My vision darkens as I build up everything I have to offer her.
Not stopping because I can't, I don't just fall off the edge—I fucking run and jump off.
I explode inside her, shoving deep as I moan, my cock throbbing as I pump her full, not stopping until I'm empty.
