Page 25 of Humility

The sensual thrusts turned into a hard pounding, and just as Angelo said I would, I screamed as the pleasure split and turned into pain. It felt glorious. Dario’s hand tightened around my throat and dulled the harsh cries.

“Don’t panic. Enjoy the rush,” he said, whispering and nipping at my earlobe. I was a whimpering mess in his grasp and felt no stronger than a ragdoll as my body bounced in his control. “Fuck I could do this all day,” Dario said softly, his words contrasting with the arm-sized piston hammering my pussy. I wasn’t going to be able to walk tomorrow, of that I was positive.

The reduced air made me lightheaded, and as if sensing it, his hand loosened, allowing me to get a breath into my searing lungs.

“Are you close?” Angelo growled.

“So close,” Dario answered.

“Remember what I said.”

I didn’t know what they were talking about, but I didn’t care at the moment. Releasing my neck, Dario slid his hand down my stomach, and I bit my lip, trying to hold back the wail of pleasure as his finger rubbed my clit.

His thrusting quickened, and my mouth hung open as he groaned in my ear. I couldn’t tell if I wanted to moan or scream or both.

“Shit,” he said, and with a sudden roll, he was on his back, and I was on his chest. His cock slipped out, and Dario reached between us to stroke it. “Fuck, yes.”

His chest rumbled, and his body shuddered as a spray of hot liquid shot from the tip of his cock and landed on my stomach. I stared at the white line and watched in fascination as more flew out and, this time, landed near my boobs.

“Fuck, feels so good,” he said as three more lines of come landed on me before he finally fell still, breathing hard beneath me.

“Now that was a show.”

My head rolled to the side to watch Angelo slowly stand like a great predator. His eyes were fierce as they bore holes into me. I shook at the sight of him. He may not have been as tall or large in every way as Dario was, but he was in control and promised pleasure or possibly pain. It was hard to tell.

“Try it,” he said, stepping toward the bed.

“Try what,” I whispered, past my sore throat.

“The come. Taste.” I looked down at my chest. “Run your finger through it, suck on it, and tell me how it tastes.” Tentatively, I ran my finger through the warm liquid and brought it to my mouth. My tongue flicked out, but Angelo growled at me. “I said suck your finger.”

Staring into his blue eyes that could’ve passed for the devil at this moment, I sucked my finger into my mouth and tasted the saltiness of Dario’s come. It didn’t taste terrible. I kind of liked it and cleaned off the bit that had landed close to my nipple and repeated the action until it was all cleaned up.

“Would be good with tequila and lime,” I said and he smirked.

“That’s a good Tiger, much better.” He held out his hand. “Give me your hand.”

My heart hammered hard, and my body shivered with anticipation for what would happen next. As I placed my hand in his, Angelo pulled me to my feet, and I almost collapsed as my legs didn’t want to work properly.

Angelo kept me on my feet as he slammed his mouth down to mine like an animal feasting and not a man. He bent my body back, and I gripped his shoulders hard, my nails digging into his skin.

“I’m going to claim you properly now,” he said, his lips gently touching mine while commanding my submission.

“You hadn’t…you know…before?”

He smiled. “No, I didn’t come before, but I took your virginity, and if anyone is getting you pregnant, it’s me. Understand?”

Goosebumps rose along my body, but my aching pussy clenched tight at the thought of him coming as Dario had, only inside of me. Pregnancy was a terrifying notion, but if we were married, it would be the first thing the families expected of us, so what did it matter?

I nodded, and the smirk deepened and darkened. “I want you to know that I can come multiple times a night, and I plan on staying in here and taking you again and again. Even when you beg me to stop. Even when you say you can’t take anymore, I will fuck you. So cry all you want, scream all you want, but I will have you all the ways I desire tonight.”

The pounding of my heart from the prick of fear made my blood whoosh as I contemplated what I’d agreed to.

“One more thing before we get started.” He gripped my chin and lifted my head, his eyes burning into mine. “Do you consent to non-consent?”

“I don’t know what that means,” I said.

“I will have you anywhere, anyplace, anytime, and however I want, and you can’t refuse me. So if I visit you in the middle of the night, I will fuck you. If I find you sitting in the library, I will bend you over the couch. If I find you wandering in the garden, I will take you up against the statue, and you won’t argue. If I see you walking through town, I will drag you to the car and fuck you before sending you on your way. You are mine in all ways, at all times, whether you want to be or not.” He kissed the side of my neck as I contemplated what he was saying. “There will be one word that will stop me if something is too much for you. It will be, honey. You say honey and I will stop, but not for anything else. That goes for anything we do from now on. Understood?”