Page 44 of Thirst

He is slowly pushing me toward my climax. The rush of pleasure takes over, my pussy hugs his cock while I pant. “Don’t stop,” I moan, “please don’t stop, Sal.”

“I won’t,” he rasps, hooking our fingers together, while his other hand disappears in my hair and he kisses me, his tongue gaining access and swirling, dancing together with mine. He thrusts forward, faster and harder. He’s pounding into me like a wild animal, growling and grunting as his flesh slaps mine.

Salvatore

I’m sweating like hell under the mask. My muscles flex with every thrust of my dick into her tight center. If I didn’t know she had my kid I’d believe she was still a virgin. I’ve had a hard-on for days, and I can’t believe I’m finally inside her again after all these years. I like talking to her. I like watching her sleep. I even jerked off an hour ago while I pulled the sheets back and watched her body moving up and down while she slept. My throat constricts as I plow into her, she’s so close and all because of my depraved ass. I even held her in my arms when she had a nightmare calling out for Iggy over and over. When I kissed her hair and whispered in Italian in her ear that everything was going to be alright, she relaxed. I have no idea what I’m going to do. Can I stay in one place? Can I be with them?

Her nails dig into my shoulders with each slam, and my butt flexes, making it nice and hard for her. The way I’m fucking her so rough has me seeing stars. Her head falls into the crook of my neck while she pants my name. Rolling my hips slowly, I grind myself in her sweet heaven as our mouths clash. I’m gasping for air, for her.

“Fuck, baby,” I roar, the climax drawing closer. I pant into her ear, gaining speed, the bed creaks under my assault. My hands are already leaving bruises on her skin. My heart climbs into my throat as I stop to gaze down at her flushed face, her hazy eyes, those plump red swollen lips marked by my stubble. Her breath catches, and I know she’s as close as me. “Beg,” I say through my teeth, stopping mid-stroke.

“No,” she taunts, grimacing when I ram inside her.

Wrapping my hand around her throat, I order, “Beg, amore.”

Her cheeks flush and her pupils dilate. “Fuck me deep, fill me with your cum,” she begs, her voice trembles, echoing the same words she spoke to me thirteen years ago.

The memory hits me like a freight train. I exhale roughly. “You’re mine.”

Her eyelids flutter closed in response. “I caught you.” Slamming my hips forward, the metal of the bed scrapes along the floor. “No one can hear you, amore.”

She mewls, her toes curling into the bedding I got for us. I take hold of her wrists, they are red from where the cuffs chafed them. Her pupils dilate and she stares at me as I pull my dick out of her virgin cunt, a line of pre-cum and red blood binding us together. I lean my forehead against hers and we watch each other gasp for air; it’s raw, dirty, and honest. This is who we are. She is the prey, and I’m the hunter. Leaning in, I kiss her and her pussy spasms in response. Her wetness floods her cunt, making it easier for me to slide in and almost out before plowing back in.

“Jonathan,” she moans, after some hesitation she kisses me back, her arms locking me to her, as her fingers dig into the mask and my scalp.

I kiss her long and hard trying not to crush her with my weight, my arms tremble in response. “You belong to me.” I roar, smashing into her and tears leak from her eyes. Suddenly I stop, my body shudders. I’m not going to hurt her.

She whispers, “You’re not hurting me, it’s okay.”

“You sure, baby?” I grit out through my teeth, looking down to where her pussy is swallowing my cock. The wetsounds bringing a smile to my face. My growl fills the air when she closes her eyes, whining my name over and over. Lust slams me in the chest, I need to get my woman off. I moan brokenly, driving into her while she braces herself by placing her hands on my hips.

“That’s a good girl, take it all, so damn greedy.” I tell her. The muscles in my ass flex. I’m fucking close while I pull her up in a sitting position. She yelps and clings to my neck. I grind my teeth together needing her to come first. She makes choking noises, her hips bucking, rocking into me with every slap of my balls against her perky firm ass while I lift her up to tease her hole with my finger.

“Is your asshole clenching like your cunt is doing, wanting to be filled as well?”

“Yes,” she pleads, her eyes wide. Reaching under her hips I find her puckered hole and push my finger inside. She yells out my name and her pussy squeezes my dick like a glove. Pax cries out again while I start pumping my finger in her tight asshole. She hugs my digit that’s slick from the wetness seeping from her cunt. I stare at her flesh stretching around my cock. I slam into her, and she screams out in pleasure or pain, I don’t fucking care. Her pussy is the wettest it has ever been, so I’m guessing I’m doing something right. I’m grunting while she whimpers, our skin slapping and squelching. My cock is dripping wet from her arousal.

Moaning helplessly, she drawls, “More, don’t stop.” Kissing my neck, she leaves bite marks on my skin. Paxton stills and pleasure takes over her face as she shouts and comes, her pussy milking the release out of me, wringing me dry while I spurt fat drops of cum into her greedy cunt.

Opening my eyes as the memory fades away, I grin, kissing her hard and taking all her moans from her, my dirty little slut. She gasps coming apart right under me. A violent shudder works its way through my body, and I yell out her name. My hot cum spurts deep into her walls. When I come down my voice is hoarse and spent. I drop my full weight on her body, my dick nestled between her folds, staking claim. I take off the mask and welcome the cold air on my skin. Looking down at her laying there in the morning sun catching her breath, I don’t know if I can ever leave her again. She reaches out and strokes the line of my eyebrows.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” she whispers, her cheeks rosy.

“That was fucking amazing,” I say raggedly.

“It was, wasn’t it,” she whispers, and I nod. Our gazes clash, and her eyes darken. “Thank you.”

“For what?” I ask, my brows knitting together.

“For letting me go.”

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