Page 118 of Capo

“Do you want me?”

My heart leaps to my throat. “Yes,” I whisper.

He falls over me, putting the head of his cock to my entrance, teasing it up and down. “I didn’t hear you.”

I arch and try to make him slide inside, achingly empty. “Fuck me, Luci,” I groan.

“Here? Now?”

“Yes! Oh my God! Stop teasing me.” My pussy quivers in anticipation, needing him to fill me and stretch me. I need that discomfort, the rush of adrenaline and endorphins.

“You’re a bad girl, Chloe.” With one push, he thrusts his cock all the way in, making me squeal and clutch his shoulders.

“You’re so fucking big,” I whimper.

“I know.” He smiles wickedly, but doesn’t move, lets me adjust.

My breathing calms a little and I squirm beneath him, desperate for more. When he finally does move in me, I throw my head back in raw pleasure. It’s as if every nerve ending has traveled to between my thighs, as if every drop of my blood pools there. Luciano pumps in me furiously, clutching my hips, slamming me to him over and over.

“Fucking hell, Chloe. Don’t ever disappear on me again. I’ll always find you.” Increasing his pace, both of us panting louder, making incoherent sounds, he suddenly tenses up and jerks, falling on top of me with a shudder. “I’m sorry,” he mumbles when his gasps slow into more normal breathing. “I didn’t mean to be so desperate.” I dig my fingers into his shoulders, arching into him. I need more. I can’t stop here.

Still lodged in me, he grabs his phone and taps on the screen, then he pulls out, zips up and pulls down my skirt. Slipping my thong off my ankles, he drops them next to us, leaving them on the ground. “You won’t be needing these for a while.”

Oh my God, thank you!

There’s a murmur from an engine and Luciano pulls me to my feet, putting his arm around me as we walk. I wobble and he chuckles. “Weakling.”

I stick my tongue out at him and he quickly leans in, catching it in his mouth, then deepening the kiss, grabbing my nape in his large hands, pressing me closer. It’s a kiss that makes my toes curl, that shoots distress to my desperate pussy. The car rolls up in front of us. Come dribbles down the inside of my thighs, but by God, I don’t care. It’s his. It means he’s marked me. Pulling me into the car, Luciano slams the door closed and we move through the landscape, the view probably breathtaking, but I only have eyes for him.

“I want to sit on you,” I say, my voice shaky.

“You took the words out of my mouth. I’ll grant you your wish.”

I grin and open his pants with jerky, desperate moves, taking out his cock that grows harder as I stroke it. Luciano leans his head back and groans, the veins on his neck swelling. Pulling up my skirt to my waist, I then straddle him and line up the smooth head to my tingling flesh before I sink down on him, gasping out loud.

“Oh, that’s good,” he growls. “Move on me. Show me how much you want me.”

I rise and then slam down on him, again and again, taking him deeper, going faster. My legs shake with exhaustion but I want this so bad. He grabs my ass cheeks and squeezes so hard that I whimper, then he slides a finger to my much tighter hole and pushes inside. He doesn’t ask, he just takes what he wants. While I claim his cock, he claims my ass, stabbing deeper, harder, in rhythm with me. His other hand moves to my front, pushing up my blouse and my bra, grabbing my breast in an unforgiving grip, squeezing it past the limit of pain. The pinching ache shoots to my pussy, making it spasm around him. I clutch his shoulders tighter, bruising his skin as I keep moving on his cock. He rolls my nipple between his fingers, pinching it brutally tight. I whimper and squirm. The narrow space between us crackles with lust, excitement, desperation.

“Put your hand on your clit. I want to watch you come.”

“Yes, sir,” I breathe and slide a hand to my swollen clit that’s been aching for a touch for a long while. The car rocks, we move in tandem, his finger in my ass has become two and he pushes deep and fast. I slam down on his cock, my moves increasingly jerky as I rub my clit. I don’t have much left and I can’t control my body any longer.

“Show me,” he growls. “Look me in the eyes the whole time. Don’t dare close them. I want to see you. Then I’m gonna fuck your mouth, your cunt again, spread eagle you on my bed, and claim your ass until you plead for mercy. I’ll put a blindfold over those beautiful eyes, tie you to the cross and scorch your back. I’ll make every scar flare to life. I promise you, you will never get bored, not with me, not with life. You’re the most brilliant fucking woman I’ve ever met, you’re my perfect match, and you’re gonna come on me now.”

The tingling increases, spreads, I think I scream. I think I hold my eyes open for him, but I can’t see a thing. My whole world explodes in deep, long spasms that make me float and fall. He puts his arms around me and holds me tight to his chest as I shake uncontrollably.

When I’m done, I hang limp, like a rag, unable to move. Everything aches. The car comes to a stop. I’m dazed, but I know we’re home. He moves. Pulls down my skirt. The door opens and he carries me into the house. I wrap my legs around his waist and hold my arms tight around his strong neck. I don’t know if anyone sees us, or what state I’m in. I don’t care.

The smells are familiar, the light from the sun that splays over the dark brown hardwood floors, the large rooms.

Luciano makes good on his promise. We don’t come up for air until the evening, back in his bed after a stint in the playroom. There isn’t one part of my body that doesn’t ache. This time around there really isn’t one single square inch that isn’t in beautiful agony. He holds me tight, his warmth, his breaths, and his caresses lulling me into a trance. I cry. Good tears. He kisses them away. I wrap my legs around his, finally coming back to myself.

“Thank you.”

“I missed you,” he answers.

“I noticed.”

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