The fight left her as his tongue traced across her lips, and she was kissing him back with a passion that startled her. She didn’t want to let him go.
Alonzo walked them back until she was pressed against the hard wall, his body trapping her.
Within seconds he was tearing at her shirt, breaking the kiss so that he could lift it up over her head, tossing it to one side. His hands were on her waist, holding her in place as he attacked her mouth. It felt so good to be owned by him. To have him touching her, driving her wild, filling her with ecstasy.
She tugged on his shirt, buttons spraying everywhere.
With her nails, she scored his flesh, relishing his moans.
“Fuck, baby, that’s it. I don’t give a fuck if you hate me right now. Know that I’m not letting you go.”
“I hate this world.”
“Be my guest. You think I don’t hate it? You think I like the rules?”
“Leave it then. Change it.”
“I can’t. The only way to leave the Zanetti is in death.”
She didn’t want him to die. Cupping his cheeks, she pulled him back in for a kiss. She couldn’t think of him as being dead.
At this moment, she didn’t like him, but she wouldn’t wish him dead.
As she slid her tongue across his lips, he opened up, and she plunged inside, kissing him back.
Once again, Alonzo broke the kiss. He knelt down before her, cupping her ass as he tugged on the pants she wore. Kicking them to one side, he held one of her legs over his shoulder.
Her pussy opened, and as his mouth latched onto her clit, she cried out his name.
“Watch me lick this sweet pussy, Tessa. Watch me own it.” He slid his tongue between her folds, stroking over her clit then down to fuck inside her.
She wanted to close her eyes but also watch him.
His instructions were simple. She had to watch him touch her, to bring her body alight with his touch.
Fingers teased at her entrance, sliding in and out. She felt one digit, then a second before he had her stretched with three fingers. His lips were over her clit, sucking on it. The pleasure was intense, and she felt full but wanted his cock for depth. To feel him fucking her, taking her, driving her crazy with need.
“I could lick your cunt all day long, baby. So fucking good. So mine,” he said, speaking against her pussy.
He pulled his fingers from her cunt and trailed them back, stroking over her anus. At first, she tensed, not really sure what the hell was going on. He didn’t let up in touching her back there, even as he trailed his tongue to her entrance and fucked her with it.
In and out.
She cried out, gasping his name.
One finger stroking her ass pressed forward, and she cried out as he began to enter her. At first, it burned. She’d never had anyone tease her ass or stroke it.
The sensation was out of this world. She couldn’t focus on anyone or anything. The wall wasn’t enough support, and she clenched her hand into a fist.
“You like my finger in your ass, Tessa?” She couldn’t answer him. “That’s okay. Your body doesn’t lie, and I know how much it’s loving it. Your pussy is so wet. I can’t wait to put my cock inside you.”
She shook her head. “That’s not possible.”
He chuckled. “Oh, my sweet, little ex-virgin. You have no idea how very much possible it is. You pussy. Your ass. Your mouth. Even your tits can take my cock, and of course you can make me come with your hands. There’s so much for you to learn, but you don’t have to worry about a thing. I’m going to teach you everything.”
His finger was all the way inside her ass, and he started to add a second. His tongue stroked over her clit.
There was pain, but it wasn’t a bad kind of pain.
She loved the feeling of being full, but she wanted his cock inside her.
“My needy woman wants me, don’t you?”
She bit her lip. How could he know exactly what she was thinking? Feeling? He couldn’t be a mind reader.
He chuckled against her pussy, his tongue playing with her clit.
“I’m no mind reader, baby, but what I am, is right. You want me. You want my cock deep inside you.” He pulled his fingers from her pussy and ass. “Take off my clothes.”
With shaking fingers, she removed the rest of his clothes. The shirt was destroyed unless she sewed all the buttons back on it.
She could do it; she just didn’t know if it would be something he would want.
“That’s it. Now, my boxers.”
He wore a pair of black boxer briefs. The hard ridge of his cock was outlined in the front. He was so long, so thick, and she wanted to taste him the way he had her. When she pulled the boxers from his body, his cock stood out. The tip was already slick with pre-cum, and it seemed to pulse.