Page 223 of Forced Vows

Tearing my mouth from hers, I groan. "I'm going to claim every one of your holes before I am done, vitù. Starting with this one."

Adjusting my hold on her, I open her pussy to me and thrust up, my cock so hard, I don't have to guide it inside her.

She's soaked for me, her tight heat sucking me into her body. "That's right," I praise. "Take all of me."

She only has one foot on the tiled floor and she's standing on tiptoe on that one. There's no leverage for her to meet my thrusts. All she can do is take what I give her.

And that's just the way I want it right now.

Thrusting into her with the power of a piston, I do exactly what I promised I would. I claim every single inch of her.

Ecstasy boils in my balls. Cazzo. I'm going to come soon. But not without her. "Be a good girl and touch that sweet little clit."

She mews, her head thrown back against the marble. "Please, Ares. You're the God of War. Fuck me harder!"

"So demanding," I croon, twisting my hips to grind into her on the next thrust. "Touch yourself, my sweet girl. Now."

Her hand comes between us and the next thrust forward brings my pelvis into contact with the back of her fingers.

"Sì. Questa è la mia brava ragazza. Fai come ti è stato detto."

"That sounds so sexy, Miceli, but I don't know what it means."

And the expression in her emerald eyes says she wants to.

I oblige. "Yes. Sì. That's my good girl. Questa è la mia brava ragazza." I enunciate each phrase before saying it again in Italian. "Do as you are told. Fai come ti è stato detto."

Her vaginal walls clamp down on my cock as I utter the Italian for that last instruction.

"Do that again," I order.

She does. Over and over as I thrust in and out of her, her fingers and my body forcing pleasure into her tender flesh.

"So close! Please, please, plea—" Her words cut off as I ram as deeply as possible into her welcoming body.

With a keening cry, she comes. Her channel tightens around me like a vise, her gorgeous tits flush with the blood rushing through her veins.

I let myself come inside her, the pleasure so intense my vision goes white for a few seconds.

Her head flops forward, resting again on my chest and fuck if that doesn't make me spurt again. There's so much trust in her release and the way she lets her body go boneless.

I will never let her fall and she knows it.

"Do not go to sleep. We're not done," I warn her.

She sighs. "You can wake me up."

"Not this time."

Taking her ass will be easier with her this loose and relaxed, although she'll be more sensitive. Handled right, that will only increase her pleasure.

And I know how to handle my woman.

I maneuver us so I'm sitting on the bench and she's on my lap, my still hard shaft firmly inside her tight pussy. The shower heads pivot when I press a button in the wall, so the warm water continues to rain down on us.

Her legs are spread over my thighs so I can touch her exactly where I want to. I press my forefinger and middle fingers into her mouth. "Get them wet, mi dolce fiore."

Humming a little, she sucks my fingers languidly, sliding her tongue over and between them. When they are good and wet with her saliva, which is more slippery than the water cascading down onto us, I slide my middle finger in to the first knuckle.

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