Page 6 of Her Cruel One-Sided Love

Master. Master. Master.

That one word has roused other parts of me into aching consciousness, and even though I've never had the biggest tits, the way they're swelling so painfully now makes them feel inordinately heavy behind my shirt.

My mind urges me to look away and leave, but I just can't. This man is my most sensual downfall; one look from those dark eyes is enough to chain me in place, and my own flesh is aching in need as I listen to them fuck. There's the erotic slapping sound of their bodies as he drives his cock in and out of her quivering mound. There's the unmistakable squirt of wetness as she comes closer and closer to the edge of her orgasm. But the point of no return is when I hear her start to pant—-

Oh no.

I suddenly can't help it.

Even though I know it's wrong, I'm suddenly imagining myself as her, and everything that's happening to her is happening to me.

Aaaaaaaah.

I know it's crazy and sinful. I know it's not right. But I suddenly can't help feeling that it's my own tits that Massimo Marchetti is squeezing, or that it's my own ass that's feeling the delicious agony of his slap. I can't help but dream it's my pussy that this gorgeous, black-hearted mafia boss is pounding over and over and over...that it's suddenly too much, with the potent force of his sexuality burning all the way to the wettest part of me.

Aaaaaaaaaaah.

His lips curve in a knowing smirk when he sees me cup my hands over my mouth to keep myself from crying out.

You want me to fuck you, too.

I shake my head, violently.No! I don't!

Dark eyes gleam at me.We both fucking know you're lying.

I glare at him.It's not a lie!

His lazy mocking gaze drifts down to my swollen and painfully aching tits, and when I follow the direction of his eyes, I just want to shrink and disappear because of how my shamelessly erect nipples have completely given me away.

Argh!

I force myself to look up and make a face at him despite my now-reddened cheeks.I may want you, but it stops there!

I lift my chin.Got that?

I'm feeling really, really good after my passionate, and admittedly slightly self-righteous, avowal...until I see his beautiful slips slowly curve into a smirk.

Who do you think you're fooling?

His taunting gaze flicks back to my tits, and I really, really feel like giving myself a mastectomy when I feel my nipples pucker up in response.O you pink traitorous tips! How many times are you going to betray me?

Dark eyes reclaim my attention, and my throat tightens when I see him slowly point to his mouth.

Fuck me.

My eyes widen.Did he just say—-

His lips move again.

Say it.

Understanding dawns, and his eyes gleam.

Say the words,those annoyingly sexy eyes of his seem to challenge me.

Say the fucking words, and I'll fuck you like I want to.

Say it.

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