"It makes you happy to be on that stage?" I push a strand of hair back from her forehead.
"More than anything." She peers between my eyes. "What is it? What is it you’re not telling me?"
I open my mouth to do just that, then change my mind. I thrust into her, and the full length of my swollen dick rubs up against her inner walls. "Does it make you happy to be fucked by me?" I growl.
She swallows. Her pupils dilate. "More than anything."
"Right answer."
I pull out of her, then flip her over on her front. I draw her up so she’s balanced on her hands and knees, then palm her gorgeous butt. She shivers. I squeeze both of her ass cheeks, then pull them apart and thrust my face between them.
She yells, "What are you doing? What—"
I tongue that knot of nerves between her butt cheeks and she shudders.
"Oh, god, Luca."
My dick throbs. When she says my name in that tone of voice, it’s all I can do to stop myself from tearing into her and beating my chest and claiming she’s mine.
I squeeze her ass cheeks again, then reach around and strum her pussy lips. I bring my other hand up to her breast and massage her flesh. She whines. Then pushes her butt back, chasing more of the sensations. Searching for something more. Something thicker, harder, stronger to fill the emptiness that gnaws inside her. I plunge my fingers, all four of them, inside her channel. She gasps. Her entire body trembles, and that’s my undoing.
I piston my fingers in and out of her, in and out. A squelching sound fills the space. She’s so wet, her cum drips down her inner thigh and my wrist. I scoop it up, then straighten and smear it around her puckered hole. I slide my finger inside her, then another. I scissor them in her back channel and she sinks down, pushing her cheek into the pillow. Her harsh breathing and mine fills the room. I pull my fingers out and replace them with the crown of my cock. Then I push in. She gasps. Her entire body freezes. I’m already so wet from her cum that I slide in easily.
"Oh, god, Luca. You’re so huge. So large. You’re filling me up."
I grip her hips and grit my teeth to hold myself in place, allowing her to adjust to my size.
She draws in a breath, then glances at me over her shoulder. "Don’t stop, not now."
This woman! She’s going to be the death of me.
"Touch yourself," I snap.
She hesitates.
"Do it, Angel." I lower my voice to a hush and she shivers. "Now," I order.
She shoves her hand down between her legs and begins to strum her pussy lips.
"Slide your fingers inside your cunt," I command.
She does that, too. That’s when I pump my hips and slide forward.
"Oh, god." Her eyelids flutter shut.
"Eyes on me."
She cracks open her heavy eyelids, and I hold her gaze as I begin to fuck her ass. She slips her fingers in and out of herself as I seat myself inside her fully. Then I pull her back so she arches into my chest, with my cock still sheathed in her tight little asshole. I place my fingers over hers, sliding them inside of her. Her spine curves. She thrusts her hips back, breasts thrust forward. With my other hand still on her hip, I keep her pinned in place as I thrust into her over and over again. I bottom out inside her, and she shudders. Her shoulders snap back.
That’s when I gaze deep into her eyes and growl, "Come."
52
Jeanne
He told me to come and I shattered. I wanted to shut my eyes and give in to the flickers of darkness that threatened to overwhelm me, but he held my gaze. He continued to fuck me, with his fingers in my pussy and his dick in my ass, and in that moment, I knew... My life has changed forever. No matter that our marriage may have started out fake—it doesn’t feel fake. It feels intense and raw and completely overwhelming.
I watch his blue eyes turn midnight dark as he continues to fuck me through the tremors that race up my spine in the aftermath of my orgasm. He picks up the pace and crams that dick into me over and over again. Each time he bottoms out inside me, he continues to hit that melting heart of me. The one I never knew I had. The one I discovered only after he thrust himself inside me. Sparks of silver flare in his eyes and I know he is close. He curls his fingers and mine inside me, and despite the fact that I’d just orgasmed, a traitorous heat ignites low in my belly.