Page 41 of Cage of Thorns and Blood

There’s something about Renata that makes me feral.

I’m already in too deep. The fact I’ve had any man who has tried to date her or pick her up in bars threatened is surely a warning that I’ve gone too far.

What would she do if I whispered my sins to her?

I imagine putting my lips to her ear and whispering, “I had a man's finger cut off because he'd touched you even before we’d had that first meal.”

Would she be horrified? Scared? Turned on?

The thing is, I don’t know her half as well as I think I do. I have my reams of paper, full of reports on her, and I know what she does and the things she likes to eat, wear, drink. None of that tells me who she really is deep down, though. It doesn't tell me her morals, her goals in life, or what her deepest, darkest fears are.

Do we ever really know another person, though?

My cock throbs at her entrance. She reaches between us and takes hold of me, rubbing my leaking head over her clit. She does this over and over, painting herself in my pre-cum as she rubs a figure eight over herself.

Her nipples are peaked, and her skin is pebbled. She pants softly, and her eyes drift closed.

Fuck me, she’s using my cock to make herself come as if it’s a sex toy. The thought gets me harder than I’ve been in years. I want her to come rubbing me against her clit, and then I’ll fuck her and make her come again from hitting her G-spot.

She makes these breathy little moans, and then she gasps and rubs my cock hard against her clit as she comes.

She opens her eyes and blinks as if just coming back to the reality of what she’s done.

I don’t wait for her to speak and maybe ruin the moment because the moment is perfect. I push into her, slow and deliberate, and she cries out loud enough that some of the staff might hear.

“Holy crap, you feel amazing filling me up with your huge cock, especially when I’ve just come.” She grips the sheets beside her, and I drive into her, sinking deep until I’m all the way in.

I love her confidence in bed and her filthy mouth. She’s a breath of fresh air. Not many women have been as open as Renata about what turns them on.

Once I’m balls deep in her, I pause for a moment and relish the sensations.

It’s not only the mind-blowing pleasure that I’m focused on but the rightness of this. This is where I want to be, need to be as often as I can. This is like heaven. She was made for me. My perfect fit.

I start to move, and I want to make her scream for me. I want to be the only man to ever truly make Renata Andretti come undone. I want to imprint myself on her so whatever happens between us, for her there will only truly be me.

Angling my cock, I watch her intently and know when I have hit that magic spot. I thank God and my talented piercer, in that order, when her mouth drops open in a shocked O of surprise, and her eyes roll back in her head.

I bite her shoulder, and she digs her nails so hard into my ass I know she’s going to leave marks. Maybe even blood. I like the idea.

Wanting to see more of her, I roll us so she’s now on top. I palm her amazing tits and squeeze them together. She rolls her hips and takes the lead. She moves around until I know she’s found that spot again.

“God, Matteo. They ought to make a sex toy based on your dick.”

If that’s not a shot of pure caffeine to the ego, I don’t know what is. I let go of her tits, and they jiggle in a way that makes my mouth water as she bounces up and down on me. I grab her ass and squeeze and on a whim slap one perfect cheek.

She stares at me, and I wonder for a moment if she’s going to object.

“Harder,” she demands.

“What?”

“The slap. Harder. Smack me harder.”

I spank her ass harder as she lifts up and grinds against me.

“Is that the best you’ve got?” she provokes. “Harder. Make it count.”

“I don’t want to bruise you,” I say.

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