Page 73 of New Orleans Collection

“I’m sorry,” her words sound like a sob, but I know she needs this as much as we do.

“I know, Tesoro,” Rocco’s voice is soft as he pulls her legs up until they’re resting against his chest, both of her ankles together and pointed over one of his shoulders.

When he slams inside of her, the position he’s put her in has his body making contact with the same area he was just spanking. She cries out, the sound a mixture of pain and pleasure and just as beautiful as all her other sounds.

“Are you going to let me come?” Fleur’s question is innocent and full of trepidation as Rocco pounds into her.

He grunts and she must see the answer in his eyes because she relaxes and closes her eyes with a frown on her pretty lips. He is just as relentless as Leo was, his thrusts hard and fast. She moans and wiggles her hips in the attempt to fall over the edge, but when Rocco’s grip tightens around her ankles, I know it won’t be enough.

Rocco tugs the cups of the corset down roughly, exposing her tits to us and I watch them bounce with fascination. Her hands grip the bedding beneath her as he slams into her harder with every stroke.

When he reaches for her tits and pinches one of her nipples and then the other, her mouth forms an ‘o’ and her eyes pop open. “Don’t,” he warns, and she lets out a whimper.

He slams home inside of her and lets out a growl from the back of his throat as she writhes, trying to find some sort of relief for the fire burning inside of her. Her panting breaths only make her tits look more inviting.

When Rocco pulls out of her, she’s messy as fuck as he gently lowers her legs and takes a step back. I can’t pull my eyes away from our woman. She’s covered in a sheen of sweat, and I can see how tightly she’s wound.

She needs to come. She needs me.

When her eyes snap to mine, she whimpers, “Please, Gio.”

I nod slowly and when I reach her, I help her stand up. I can see the hope in her eyes that this time, with me, she’ll get what she wants. I smile at her and the way her expression turns wary tells me my smile isn’t kind—it’s teetering between feral and unhinged.

Which is just how she makes me feel. No one else has ever made me feel the way she does.

“You used me,” I accuse. She licks her lips and nods before casting her eyes away from me. I pull her a few steps away from the bed and start to circle her body, my fingertips against her skin in random places making her shiver. “Don’t ever do something like that again.”

She nods and whispers, “I’m sorry.”

It’s not a promise and I’m sure I’m not the only one who notices. When I circle around her back, my hand glides over her ass to find her skin warm to the touch and still red from being spanked. I squeeze the globes of her ass and she goes up on her tiptoes in the attempt to get away from me.

I focus on the laces of her corset and loosen them until I’m able to slide the garment to the floor. My attention is focused on her back as she takes a few deep breaths now that she’s able to. I step away from her without a word and lay down on the bed.

When she looks over her shoulder to find me, I can see the questions in her eyes. I hold my hand out for her and command, “Come and ride me, Tesoro.”

Fleur looks down and nods slowly before closing the distance between us, taking my hand, and straddling my hips. She grips the base of my cock and I hiss at the contact. My cock is begging for relief and from the way the walls of Fleur’s pussy ripple around me as she slides down my length, I’m not the only one desperate to get off.

Her movements are slow and hesitant at first, but I grip her hips and force her to move faster. I buck my hips to meet her when she comes down and it doesn’t take long before I feel my balls draw up with my orgasm right on the horizon. From the way our woman is moaning and rotating her hips, I know she’s right there with me.

When we’re both on the edge, I grip her hips tighter and stop her movements when she’s full of my cock. She tries to rotate her hips to give herself the last bit of friction she needs against her clit, but I don’t allow her to move.

The frustrated sound she lets out is fucking adorable and I can’t help but chuckle. “Gio,” she breathes, “please. I need to come. I need it. I feel like I’m burning from the inside out.”

“I love it when you beg,” I grit out through my teeth. I use my hold on her to start moving her up and down my shaft again when I feel like I’m no longer right on the edge. Her head falls back, and she starts to ramble nonsense with pleasure filled moans. “What a perfect toy,” I taunt her a little and she moans louder in response.

When her hands come up and cup her tits, twisting and pinching her nipples between her fingers, I know she’s trying to get herself over the edge. We’re back there together, almost. So close.

I hold her down against my hips as her walls start to squeeze me and her head snaps forward. The glare she levels me with is almost comical. I can tell she wants to yell at me, but she’s holding herself back because this is her punishment.

“No,” I bark, and her eyes fill with needy tears.

I swiftly roll her on her back, hook my arm underneath one of her knees and hold her open as I hammer into her. Her hands grip my shoulders, her nails digging in as she arches her back. The way she’s exposed her neck to me can’t be ignored and I bite and lick up the column of her throat.

“Please, please, please,” she whimpers.

“I’m going to fill you up with my cum,” I grunt, “and you’re going to soak my cock and the bed.”

“Oh fuck,” she groans, “Gio. Please. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

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