Page 15 of Souvenir

Chapter 10

Savannah

We left the restaurant and returned to the hotel in Marcello’s chauffeured sedan. Since leaving the table, he’d taken my hand and never letting go even when we entered the hotel. He only let go at the elevator and as soon as we were inside. He pulled me up, bent me over and ground his crotch against my ass.

“What are you doing?’

“Giving you a taste of what is to come,” he replied. “I’m going to fuck you until your pussy gets tired of my cock.”

As the elevators doors opened I straightened, hoping no one would see us. Fortunately as it was Christmas, the hotel was not as busy as it would have been. The lift yawned us out on an empty penthouse hallway.

Marcello took my hand again, and pulled me towards the suite, his keycard ready in hand. As soon as we were inside, he closed the door and pushed me against the wooden frame, his lips crushing mine. His tongue was doing things to mine that made my toes curl in my shoes and my hairs stand on end.

Then he was releasing me all too soon. As I did yesterday, I took off my shoes, but that was all I removed as I watched him stride to the glass doors separating the balcony and pulled apart the blinds. He then opened the doors and stepped out into the bright afternoon California sun. He then turned and beckoned me over.

My knees wobbled as I moved and I was so aroused that I walked with my thighs squeezed together. I chuckled to myself as I knew I must look like I wanted to pee. As I reached the doorway leading to the balcony I pulled up short upon seeing Marcello with his cock in his hand.

“Come,” he commanded. “You’re my Souvenir today. I will do to you things you always dreamed of and that fucking husband of yours never wanted to give you.”

Usually I’d have a fit hearing someone speak ill of Kevin. Coming from Marcello it was suggestive and my feet hastened to meet him.

“Mia bella,” he growled, his accent deep. “My cock missed your sweetness. Bend over.”

“Here?”

“Here.”

I bent over while he hiked up my skirt. He then grabbed my hips and pulled my ass up to him. His hot cock brushed my ass and my pussy twitched in anticipation. He took his sweet time to part my panties and rub the tip of his manliness against my opening.

“What are you waiting for?” I shrieked as a gush of hot sticky substance flooded me. “Fuck me now.”

“Watch your mouth,” he warned, sticking a finger in my pulsing flesh.

“Shit!” I stifled a groan. “Now, please.”

“Well, since you asked nicely.”

The feel of his cock sinking into me had me gasping for air. I felt his fullness, his manhood stretching me wide. He started slow, gliding in and out of me, his balls touching my clit with each stroke. It didn’t take long before I felt the familiar weakness in my belly, my body trembling, ready to erupt.

As though sensing that I was near the edge, he began pumping harder. He gave me everything, plunging deeply into my cavern. His balls slapped my love button, increasing the pleasure of our coitus.

“You like that?” he asked, squeezing my cheeks and pulling them apart.

I could feel him swelling more, sinking deeper. The growls coming from him set my pussy on fire. My walls tightened around him gripping him like a vice as I felt the eruption inside me.

“Oh damn!” he growled.

“Ahhh,” I screamed.

He slammed into me hard, threw his head back and roared just as my own explosion ricocheted through me. I eased myself up and arched back against him. His hands came up to grab my breasts and he buried his face in my hair.

Growling like a ferocious beast he continued to move his hips, slowing the pace to a nice slow rhythm. What I was doing was taboo. Who had sex with a man they just met? Certainly not Savannah McKenna.

“What now?” I asked, hoping I hadn’t killed the mood.

“Now we have lunch, do this again, nice and slow in the bedroom.”

I laughed. “I don’t mean that.”

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