AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Please.”
35
TOMAS
Her eyes are the color of dark chocolate. She’s half propped up against the headboard, her hair mussed, her lips soft and full and ready for my cock. She scrambles my mind until there’s only raw need left. Raw, primal need.
I cup her cheek. “You want me to fuck your mouth?” I growl. “Are you going to wrap those pretty lips around my cock and take it all the way down your throat like a good girl?”
She sweeps her tongue over her lush lower lip. “Yes, Sir.”
Fuck, yes. She’s ready for it, ready and eager. Bring it on, her eyes say, and I want to. But she won’t be able to ask me to stop if my cock is buried in her mouth. “Can you snap your fingers?”
She tries it. “Yes.”
“Snap them if you want me to stop.”
She nods her understanding. I straddle her, my legs on either side of her chest, my cock in her face. Her mouth falls open in response, and fuck me, that’s hot. She leans forward and delicately licks precum off my head with the tip of her tongue. I groan out loud, and she licks me again, my little tease, before taking my head into her mouth, her lips closing around my shaft.
I need more, and I need it now. I hold the back of her head and slide in deeper, rolling my hips forward. She moans in her throat and swallows around my cock, and the vibrations jolt up my spine. I start to thrust, my fingers tangling in her hair. Her lips stretch around my girth, and her mouth envelops me in its hot, velvety sheath. “You’re going to be my good girl, aren’t you?” I rasp, hitting the back of her mouth with each thrust. She gasps for breath, and I pull back until she nods for me to continue. My heart is racing in my chest as I thrust again, deeper this time, and hold my cock until she starts to gag, her eyes leaking tears.
I pull out and wait for her to protest.
She doesn’t snap her fingers.
She doesn’t tell me to stop.
I pull her up and place my hand on the back of her head. “Such a good girl,” I croon, thrusting steadily into her mouth, my hand holding her in place so she has to take me. She swallows against her urge to gag, and the muscles in her throat massage my thrusting cock. She’s making wet, sucking sounds, and they just make me hotter. My breathing turns shallow and uneven. My balls tighten. I feel feverish. I’m not going to last. I’m about to blow my load?—
I pull out. “No,” I snarl. “I’m not going to come in your mouth, dolcezza. Not today. I’m going to come in that sweet, tight cunt of yours.” I take a deep breath, trying to steady my hammering heart. “Turn around. On your hands and knees.”
She laughs and licks her lips like a satisfied cat. “I would have enjoyed swallowing,” she says. “But I’m going to enjoy getting fucked even more.”
“Brat.” She gets into position, and I press my hand between her shoulder blades until they meet the mattress. I step back, taking a moment to savor the view. Her round, spankable ass, her plump pussy lips, her lush breasts pressed into the bed.
My throat goes dry. She’s irresistible. I reach for a condom and roll it on with shaking fingers. “Hard and relentless,” I remind her.
“Do your worst.” She wriggles her ass at me, and I spank it, the sound echoing around the room. She moans in pleasure, but before she can open her mouth to ask me to do it again, I grab her hips with both hands, rest my cock against her opening, and thrust deep.
She groans into the sheets and grinds her hips into me.
She wants more? I’ll give her more. I pull back and slam into her, spanking her ass again. I grip her tight and stroke deep and hard, my skin slapping against hers. Ali’s muscles clamp around me in a velvety sheath, and her moans, gasps, and grunts inflame me. “You want this, dolcezza?” I slap her ass again. I want her to feel my cock in her body and soul. “Tell me. Show me.”
“Fuck me harder.” She sounds as ragged as I feel. She thrusts her hips back and clenches her muscles, and they grip my cock hard. Oh, fuck yes. I’m so close I’m shaking. The air is filled with the sound of sex, and it’s taking all the self-control I possess to hold off on my orgasm. Not yet. I need to see her face.
I spank her ass one final time before I pull out and flip her over. Her hair is tousled, and her eyes are hazy with desire. “Please,” she whispers. “I’m so close, Tomas.”
“Me too.” I look into her luminous brown eyes as I position myself between her thighs. “Me too, dolcezza.” I thrust forcefully into her. “Me too.”
I haven’t had my fill—I might never have my fill of her. Alina Zuccaro is a drug, and one hit has transformed me forever.
36
ALINA
He thrusts deep inside me, his eyes on my face.
If I had to describe Tomas to a stranger, the first word I’d use is controlled. He’s not controlled now. His famed composure has vanished. His face is contorted with desire, and his eyes blaze as they rest on me.
