I watched him undress, one hand on my breasts, unable to help myself. I could feel my pulse between my legs, and his sheets were soft underneath me. I glanced away and saw a bathroom, a closet, a wardrobe. I looked back as he removed the shirt and threw it on the floor. He tilted his head to one side and took off his belt slowly, sliding it off and holding it in his hand. He reached down and grabbed my hair and turned me onto my stomach. I gasped as I looked over my shoulder.
He brought the belt down hard on my ass. I gasped, shocked. I was still wearing my cotton shorts but the belt still hurt. “What the fuck?” I whispered.
He spanked me again with it and grabbed my hair harder. He kissed me before pushing my shorts aside, his fingers teasing my pussy from behind. I moaned and glared at him as he pushed them deep inside me. He dropped the belt and fucked me with his fingers. I wiggled my hips and he pulled back, growling in pleasure as he licked my slick wet from his fingertips.
I watched him take off his pants, still on my stomach. I rolled over and leaned on one elbow as he stepped out. His body was muscular, covered in tattoos, and his thick, long cock strained against his black boxer briefs. I stared as he took those off too, revealing his massive cock, straight and practically throbbing with every beat of his heart.
I leaned forward and sat up. I took him in both my hands and looked up into his eyes as I stroked him top to bottom. He grabbed my hair and stared at me before pressing himself into my mouth.
I moaned as he slid his cock into my throat. I gagged, pulled back, then took him again. I sucked him faster, licking the tip and tasting the precum dripping down his shaft. My spit slid along his length and I gathered it in my hands, stroking him as I sucked him faster, letting his cock slide into my throat and back out.
I could barely fit his massive shaft but I tried anyway. My breasts shook with every bob of my head and I moaned as I sucked him faster and faster. God, I needed it, needed his cock, wanted to taste his cum in my throat. But he pulled me back and kissed me before dropping to his knees.
“Look at you,” he whispered, taking off my shorts and my panties. “Pink and slick. Fucking beautiful.” He kissed my pussy then licked me top to bottom. “And delicious.”
“God, Dante,” I whispered. “You’re sick.”
“Sick?” He laughed. “It’s not sick to love the taste of you, my little Aida.”
I bit my lip. I’d never had a man want me like that before. He licked me again, fingers sliding inside, tongue rolling along my clit. Pleasure bloomed like heaven all through my body as his fingers fucked deeper and his tongue worked faster, lapping my stiff clit up, making my hips work.
But he pulled back and stood, stroking his massive cock. I leaned up on my elbows and stared at him as he grabbed my hips and pressed himself against me. I nearly choked as he teased my slick spot top to bottom with his heavy tip and I wanted it, god, I wanted it, but I was so afraid.
He smirked and leaned down. I thought he might kiss me.
Instead, he pushed me back down on the bed and slid himself deep inside.
I gasped, back arched as pleasure and pain ripped through me like lightning.
The rain began to pound harder outside as he slid himself out and began to fuck me. I rolled my hips and took him deeper, deeper. He kissed me then, bit my lip, licked my nipples, bit them too. I growled and moaned my pleasure, taking him deep between my legs. He shoved me down and held me there, fucking me like a savage, taking me like he owned me.
And he did. I was his prize, my body, my pussy, my pleasure.
I screamed his name as he fucked me. He growled in response, grabbed my hair, slammed his cock deeper. His tongue slid into my mouth as his cock took me over and over, filling me to the brim, sliding slick between my legs. Pleasure drove me wild, drove me past the point of no return, and I knew I’d never be the same again.
I didn’t care. He turned me around and got me up on all fours. I kissed him over his shoulder as he knelt on the bed behind me. He slapped my ass hard then slid himself deep inside. I threw back my head and gasped as he grabbed my hair and fucked me rough from behind, taking me like an animal. There was no hesitation, nothing tentative, nothing gentle. He knew my flesh and he wanted to take me, taste me, make me scream.
I screamed. I begged his name. I bucked my hips and flailed back against him harder and harder, feeling every rough stroke, every thick slap of him against my ass. He spanked me, pulled my hair, and leaned forward to rub my clit as he whispered in my ear.
“You’re my little prize,” he growled. “My little bride. I’m going to marry you, Aida. You might not want that now, but you will, my little darling. I’m going to marry my little bride.”
I moaned and rode his cock faster and faster. Sweat slicked my skin in bed as he spanked my ass harder. There’d be bruises all along my skin and I didn’t care. The thunder roared outside as he fucked me faster and faster. He grabbed my hair and bit my shoulder before shoving my face down against the comforter. He took me then, used my pussy like his toy, and ripped into me. His body was a monstrous mass of muscle and gorgeous tattoos and I wanted
