Page 19 of Cara & Gian: The Guzzi Duet

“Still not a yes.”

“Yes, Gian.”

He tipped his chin up, teasingly. “And …”

“And, what?”

“And that sounds …”

Cara let out a groan. “That sounds fucking great.”

“Well, one of us will be sounding very fucking great in a few minutes.”

He wasn’t lying.

Cara had thought he meant he would bend her over in the hallway, that she might use the table for support as he fucked her from behind.

Instead, he had been the one to lean his backside against the edge of the table, and undo his slacks. He didn’t say a word, simply reached for her and drew her in closer as he pulled his cock from his pants and boxer-briefs.

Cara watched him fist his length, before she dropped to her knees, and took his cock deep into her throat for no other reason than she wondered what he felt like. Silky smooth and hot on her tongue, that’s what. Gian hadn’t even asked, and he only stopped her long enough to tug on her hair, bring her up for a kiss, and then he pulled a condom out of his pocket. He rolled the latex down his length, and pulled her in for another bruising kiss.

“Turn around,” he demanded against her mouth.

She did as she was told, her dress was pushed up, and he pulled her into his lap. Cara didn’t get much of a warning before she felt his cock at her sex, and then he was pulling her down his length with such strength that it took her breath and words away.

His fingers had been good.

So fucking good.

But they were a tease.

She hadn’t realized how big he was until he was filling every inch of her pussy, and it took her more than a few seconds to adjust to that new sensation, and his size.

“Breathe,” came his voice in her head.

His fingertips glided over her skin, her neck, back, and then one hand tangled into her hair. His fingers tightened, tugging hard on her hair with enough strength to make her scalp tingle.

Cara let out a soft gasp.

“What’s mine tonight, Cara?” Gian asked roughly, his hips flexing forward to settle just a bit deeper into her pussy. “Tell me, bella.”

“My pussy.”

“And what does that mean?”

Cara took a second or two too long to respond, as Gian grabbed hold of her wrists, pinned them behind her back, moved her forward and took her with another brutal thrust. “Cara. I want to hear you use your words to tell me what it means that your cunt is mine.”

She had never been fucked quite like this before.

Never been used.

Never been manhandled or roughly treated.

It stunned her how hot she was, how breathless, and weak, and ready she was.

“It’s yours to fuck when and how you want,” she managed to murmur.

“Good girl.”