Page 22 of Tammaro DeLuca

The best fantasy issimplytorelive the moments that have already happened. That’swhy lying here in bed, with nothing butthoughts of Ro, was a bad idea. My body craved his touch, minus the bullshit that unraveled.

Whispering allthe dirty thingshe wantsto do to me made my nipples harden, craving his touch.Like a chain reaction, my passage slickened and liquid heat prepares me for him again.

Lazily, I strokemy nipples, stimulating them until they tighten in need. His mouth. I need it to pull, suck, tease, and lick me into submission. My breathing intensifies. I close my eyes trying to get a grip, and I do: of my nipples pinching and pulling as I grind my hips into the mattress beneath me.

My free hand travels between my legs,caressing my thighs. I tremble, loving the feather light touches.

“More.” My fantasized image of Ro demands.

Instantly, my fingers delve into the folds that have desired him the most. My fingers awaken the nerves in every part of my pussy slowly. Touching, pulling, stroking, tapping, and even pinching. Writhing, I avoid penetration and continue to massage my lips; inner and outer. My nipples are sore from how aroused I am and I’m crazed with need.My soaked sex is only a mild invitation compared to the full body acheI know he can arousewhen he’s near. I slide my fingers downwards to penetrate, ready to feel him.

“Not yet, baby.”

I whine, needing him more when denied. I stroke my clit and grind my hips into my hand, feeling electrifiedall over at once.Slowly, my hips increase in speed and intensity as I try to buck my way to completion. My whines turn into moans.Moans into groans.Groans into begging.I need Ro.I couldn’t deny anythinghe’d want to do to me right now.

“Please … please…” I beg. My hand that once teased my nipple is now in my hair. Pulling and tugging, which helps me to arch my back, meetingthe cool air that soothed my sweat covered skin.

“Mine.”

The single wordhits home and drives thebit of decency from my mind and body. I spread my legs, driving two fingers deep inside of me.Thrusts, twists, turning, and stokingthe heat there drives me wilder as I ride the growing wave.

“Good girl. Faster.”

“Yes!” I scream as I follow his commands.Deeper, faster, and harder.The tingling starts at the tip of my toes and the roots of my hair, moving toward the center of me. I feel every cell awakening within me, driving me closer and closer to the brink.“Yours!”

“Good girl. Use your body for me.”

Moans echo throughout the room as Ishudder, vibrate, and yet still quiver for more. Tears wet the corners of my eyes. Pleasing him means so much. Hearing his praise is the ultimate reward. I feelhis fingerscaress my clit in time to my hips thrusting. Though imagined, it’s the perfect addition to my fantasy.

“Please! Please!”I beg, knowingI’m seconds from completion. I need his command, his voice to finish this thing I’ve started.All of this representshow much my body has gotten used to him. Even though it’s only been a week, he groomed me to desire him daily. Bathrooms, hotels, in the car, the shower, and even around the corner from my job. He’d become a dirty fixation for me, and I hated to admit it. My body craves his wicked ways. I couldn’t do this with him for real, so this fantasy had to be enough.

“Come for me.” His voice demanded.

White light explodes behind my lids as I release the pent up energy. The edges of my vision fade out and the only thingI feel is pure pleasure overwhelming all of my senses. Faintly, I feel him penetrate me.Taking me again, but this time the way we both needed.I’m powerless to stop him, but I welcome the dominance over my spent body. His hips meet mine and I struggle to open my eyes. Fire builds in my groin, letting me knowI’m not quite done. Quickly, I’m tipped over the orgasmic scale and slidingdownthe whirling hole of lust into ecstasy.Weak and unable to fight, blackness takes over.

“Cara angelo…”

I rolled toward his voice but keep my eyes closed. They’re still heavy. I feel warmth surround me and I snuggle in.Delicious.I feel a kiss at my temples.

“Baby.”This time his voice is more stern. Instinctively, I open my eyes and stare into his. “Good girl.” Ro kisses me completely, taking my mouth with his. I fight the urge to sleep, trying to stay awake. However, this fantasy can’t go on forever. He feels so good and the way he kisses me almost feels as if it isn’t inside my head anymore.

“Don’t doubt a determined man, cara angelo. He’ll win every time. The love I have for you only makes me fight that much harder.” He kissed me again before slipping away.

Determined man…

I opened my eyes quickly to make sure that I was still alone. There was nobody present, but a firm click confirmed what I was too late to understand. Ro had been here. I felt between my legs and there was no denying that he’d been here. I huffed and got up to shower. His semen marking my thighs. A new sick fixation he had–coming on me after we fucked. He’d officially started a war, and I wouldn’t let him win.

He felt good, though.

That didn’t matter. No more. This time, when I went to sleep, I locked the door. There would be no more entering my room during the night and getting what he needed from me.

You needed it, too.

That was beside the point. I huffed, got into bed, and fell asleep holding the pillow from the other side. At some point, I realized it smelled like him and I threw it across the room. I grunted and hit the mattress as if it were its fault. It wasn’t, but Ro wasn’t around to receive the brunt of my frustrations, so this would have to do.

Eventually, I returned to sleep. This time without fantasies of the asshole down the hall.

TAMMARO

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