When I had completely swallowed his length, I was once again floored by the depths he could reach.
He splayed his hand across my belly, and positioned his thumb in place to torment my clit. “Move,” he rasped out softly, his gaze still locked on me as the pad of his thumb made languid circles around my clit.
I began to lift off him.
At the luscious friction, his eyelids clenched shut, and his face looked ravaged by the delicious agony. I felt exactly the same way. It was simply stunning how just being joined with him in this way could evoke such crazed and overwhelming emotions throughout my body.
When the head of his cock reached my entrance, I slammed back onto him, his body bouncing in response. He growled out then.
In one swift move, he sat upright. His face came so close to mine I could see the faint hint of silver in his irises. I began to writhe my hips, riding his cock in a slow and sensual pace. He seemed to completely approve of what I was doing. He placed his hand on my face and his touch seared my skin. He didn’t speak but I didn’t need him to. The way he caressed me so gently and intimately as his eyes filled with wonder was everything I needed to know.
I felt his breath on my face become more and more urgent as I increased my pace. Then, all of sudden I couldn't hold his gaze anymore, the torrent of pleasure was rapidly taking over. It spread out from where we were joined, all the way from the top of my head to the tip of my toes. I was tingly, at the sweet torment, while his breath came hard and fast.
Unable to keep myself upright anymore, I threw my arms around him and buried my face in his neck. “Angelo,” I gasped out and held on tightly, my knees on the seats on either side of him.
He grabbed my hips violently, and lifting my ass off him, slammed me back down onto him.
I stopped breathing but he wouldn’t let me recover. He took complete control of the motion of my hips, and from then onwards, my brain took a backseat, while my body reveled in the sensation of being bounced wildly on his cock. We were both fueled by the sole need to relieve the maddening tension woven through our bodies.
I gasped out loud with every thrust, my body jerking and writhing— his name a constant cry from my lips.
He had never fucked me so hard before. Something just seemed so alarmingly carnal about the state we were in. The car was shaking, the windows and windscreen foggy, while our bodies were coated with sweat. Our entire existence seemed not to matter beyond the need to fuck each other so ruthlessly.
The sweet tension built and built until I shattered into a million pieces. As molten ecstasy ripped through me, I screamed.
“Sienna!” Angelo roared into my neck, as he exploded inside me.
I felt his seed, hot and thick cum shoot deep inside of me. His thrusts didn’t stop. They came harder, and faster than ever before as he raced on to milk us both for every bit of the mind blowing orgasm.
Finally, when neither of us could move even an inch more, we collapsed onto the other. We were soaked and sticky around the most intimate parts of our bodies, the scent of our desire and lust filling the air around us.
I couldn’t even form a single thought, but as I slowly recovered the only thought playing in my mind over and over again was just how unbelievably good the sex with him was. “Does everyone feel this way?” I asked, beyond amazed.
“No, it has never been like this for me with anyone else.”
“Good, because every freaking time you touched me, Angelo, I transcend, as though I’m no longer in this world.
His chest rumbled with low laughter.
I found the strength to lift my head up to watch him. That same wild excitement remained in his eyes, and I loved more than anything seeing him so filled with life when he was usually otherwise quite mellow.
“That better be the case,” he said, kissing my forehead. “Because I’m pretty sure that you’ve ruined me forever for anyone else.”
Chapter 48
Angelo
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bpOR_HuHRNs
-Without you-
Solitude had been my constant companion since I left home. I’d not only accepted her with open arms, but held her so tightly to me that no flesh and blood woman could ever get close. I had a dream. I saw myself with that golden belt. My hands raised high in the air. The crowd roaring. The undisputed champion of the world. Never had I imagined there would be a woman who would come in to change that. A woman, I had at first, naively dismissed as a beautiful, but spoilt brat. Someone I would come to despise the more familiar I became with her.