Page 103 of The Devil's Fire

“As if you can hurt me. You’re light as a feather.” Damiano let out a playful smile.

“Liar, but I’ll take the compliment.”

“You’re really tiny. Hm, most of you, that is.”

I let out a squeal when he suddenly squeezed my ass.

“I’m not tiny! You’re just huge.” I said, feeling my cheeks getting warm.

“I know I’m huge.” He winked.

“Tsk, don’t flatter yourself. I’ve tried better and bigger.” I bit my lip to stifle a laugh, and he scoffed loudly at my response.

“I’ve told you before, and I’ll tell you again; you are one terrible liar. I always know when you’re lying. Do I need to remind you who you’re dealing with?” Damiano raised a quizzical brow at me as he stepped into his room, using his foot to close the door behind him.

“And how would you like to remind me?” I asked, a hint of flirtation in my voice. I shifted to straddle him when he sat on the bed, my lips hovered just a breath away from his.

“You need to rest.” He replied yet remained unmoved.

“Hmm, you know what would really help me relax?” I whispered, watching his eyes darken.

“I know what you’re trying to do.” He grabbed my wrists to stop them when they traveled down his body.

“I’m just trying to help you out…” I looked down at his crotch that had a very visible and hard bulge that was so eager to be set free. “Looks painful. Don’t you want me to help?” I began to grind my hips against his. In an instant, Damiano’s hands shot out and firmly gripped my hips holding them still.

“Althaia.” He warned, his voice husky from lust. It only made me more excited. I knew it would only be a matter of time before he would give in to me.

“Fine. I’m going to take a shower then.” I gave an innocent smile as I pulled the t-shirt over my head, exposing my naked breasts to him. “Care to join? I’m going to be all wet and slippery.” My voice dropped to a low, sultry tone as I trailed my hands from my stomach to my breasts. Playing with my nipples, a soft moan slipped from my lips as I kept my eyes locked on him.

Damiano’s grip tightened around me. Suddenly, he had me pinned to the bed with him on top of me.

“You are one dangerous woman, and so damn irresistible.” His lips pressed against mine with hunger, and I happily surrendered to him. I traced my hands down his body, ripping his dress shirt open, desperate to feel his muscular torso.

Damiano leaned back, tossing his shirt aside while his starved golden-brown eyes fixed on me. The way he looked at me sent a jolt through my body, and it made me want to squeeze my thighs together in response to the throbbing sensation.

Damiano pulled down my sweatpants, careful not to move my injured foot. He got off the bed, unzipped his pants, and slipped them down. My eyes were immediately drawn to his erect cock. I watched as he gripped his cock and slowly stroked himself. It had me soaked with arousal.

I sat up and wrapped my hand around his thick length. I ran my thumb over the tip of his cock, spreading the pre-cum along his shaft. Damiano’s breathing changed, letting out a groan as I moved faster.

I was about to take him in my mouth, but he softly placed his hand on my chin, stopping me. Instead, he placed his two fingers in my mouth, watching with hooded eyes as I sucked on them.

“Atta girl…” He hissed as he shoved his fingers deeper into my mouth. He gently laid me on the bed, his fingertips tracing a path from my lips to the curves of my body, finally reaching the intimate ache between my legs.

“Damiano…” I softly moaned, his thumb lightly sliding along my slit before landing on my clit.

“Fuck, baby, you’re dripping.” He murmured.

I clenched my fists around the sheets on the bed because of how torturously slow he was going. I bucked my hips and made a dissatisfied sound. Damiano’s intense gaze locked onto mine, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips, making me gasp as he shoved two fingers inside me.

“Look how pretty you are with my fingers deep inside your pussy.” Damiano grunted.

“I want you…” I whispered, desperate for him to be inside me. His smirk widened as he hoisted my leg onto his shoulder. With a swift movement, his fingers left my pussy, and drove his cock deep inside with a single, rough thrust that made me whimper.

Damiano’s relentless thrusts had me moaning, blending with his primal grunts that filled the room.

“La tua fica è il paradiso…” Damiano let out a soft moan, his thumb tracing gentle circles against my clit.

“Don’t stop… keep going…” I panted, my entire core tightening around him when he spoke Italian to me. It was so fucking hot I almost came.

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