I lean up to capture his lips and roll us around, desperate to take control, to dominate him.
But he won’t have it.
The moment I attempt to overpower him, he’s pinning me down, reminding me that he’s in charge.
“Your desperation is sexy,Tesorina,” Antonio says. “The blush spreading down your breasts. I’ll bet you’re aching inside for me. Aren’t you?”
I snarl-up at him, but he chuckles before leaning down, sucking on my neck. “I swear if you leave a mark,” I grumble, but my resolve crumbles. He’s made me weak at the knees, and the throbbing sensation between my thighs has heightened to a desire I don’t recall experiencing before.
“That’s the point. I’m marking you, claiming you,” he says. “Let every man see that you belong to me.”
His words ignite a fire building inside of me.
“Don’t come yet,” he warns. “Not until I give you permission.”
A whimper spills past my lips because I’m already teetering on edge. And he won’t let me fall into oblivion, at least not yet.
“Please.” I’m no longer above begging for what I want. Is that what he likes to hear? “I want to feel you inside of me.”
“Good girl,” he whispers, and I feel him tease my entrance. “Now, was that so hard to say?”
My eyes slam shut, and I bend my legs, giving him ample room to fill me. There’s an ache that builds, but it’s a good kind of pain. He stretches me to accommodate his size.
I forgot how big he was and how his cock feels inside me.
The last time we were in the shower, it was swift and rough.
He’s no less rough this time, but he’s also attentive to my needs. But I want to be focused on him. He saved me tonight, rescued me, even offered to marry me.
I shift on the bed and wrap my legs around him, dragging him deeper inside of me.
“Fuck,” he grunts. His face is red, and he thrusts faster, harder, driving his cock farther into me.
“I want to watch you come,” I say, staring up at him. I guide my fingers along his back, my nails scratch over his skin and down to his ass, marking him just like he marked me.
“Come with me,” he grunts.
Each thrust brings me closer toward the edge.
My back arches, and my toes curl as he pounds into me deeper than ever before. I shudder and clench onto his cock. My insides tremble and quiver as he spills himself inside of me.
“Shit,” I curse, realizing that we forgot to use protection.
It takes Antonio a minute to realize I said something. “What’s wrong?” he asks, moving off my frame.
I climb out of bed and head for the bathroom to clean up. Not that it’ll do much good to prevent another pregnancy, but it can’t hurt. “We didn’t use a condom,” I say over my shoulder as I shut the bathroom door behind myself.