Page 85 of Love or Tequila in Unexpected Places

His grip on her thighs tightened, his fingers digging into her flesh with a delicious pressure that sent a jolt of electricity through her body. Angelo moved slowly back up, his shape in the darkness appearing animalistic. His breath was hot and ragged against her ear, each exhale sending shivers down her spine.

“You’re mine, Allison. No one else gets to touch you like this,” he growled, his voice a low, commanding rumble that made her pulse race.

The intensity in his eyes was unlike anything she had ever seen as he returned to his hovering. It was as if he could see straight into her soul, claiming every part of her with that burning gaze. Her hands gripped the sheets, knuckles white, as she tried to anchor herself against the overwhelming wave of sensations.

“Say it,” Angelo demanded, his tone allowing no argument. His fingers traced fiery paths along her skin, leaving trails of heat in their wake. “I want to hear you say you’re mine.”

Her breath hitched as her intoxicated mind tried to grasp the words, but they got lost in the whirlwind of sensations. She couldn’t focus on why she shouldn’t admit it. She only knew his dominance was magnetic, pulling her deeper into a haze of desire and submission.

“I’m yours,” she finally managed to whisper, her voice barely audible, yet filled with an undeniable need.

Angelo’s eyes darkened with satisfaction, a dangerous, predatory gleam flickering in their depths. He leaned in closer again, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear.

“That’s right,” he murmured. His voice was a mix of rough command and tender affection that made her toes curl. He moved away, making his way back down her body in the same torturously slow pace. “And don’t you forget it.”

He didn’t give her the chance to respond as he dove in, devouring her pussy like a man starved. Allison moaned, a deep, primal sound that shook her soul. The man’s mouth was masterful.

Holy shit, this man has talent.

His tongue moved with purpose, each stroke pushing her closer and closer to a peak that she could only reach with his help. Angelo’s hands left her thighs, traveling up her softstomach and stopping at her hard nipples, fondling them. Pinching, twisting and teasing.

He was driving her to that edge, and just as she was about to reach it, to pass over it, to explode—

He stopped.

“Not yet, sweet girl. You’re gonna come on my cock.”

Angelo pulled her towards him, flipping her onto her stomach. With a single hand on her hips he tugged, and Allison’s ass pushed up and out, in perfect height for him to use her cunt.

He thrust in with one movement, not even pausing for a single second and she screamed.

“Fuck, you’re too tight,” Angelo ground out, his hips unmoving as his grip on her hips tightened until she was certain she was going to bruise.

Fuck, yes.

Allison was aching, the burn delicious but punishing. She needed him to move, to trust within her until she could feel nothing but him. She wiggled slightly and Angelo groaned.

“No. I can’t—” he cut himself off, but Allison knew what he wasn’t saying.

“Please, Angelo.”

The man growled, removing one hand from her hip to fist her hair and pull her back against his chest. “Be a good pet, Allison, and don’tfuckingmove.”

She didn’t. How could she? Half of it was his hold on her, the way she was flush against his body. But shecouldmove if she wanted to, he wasn’t restricting her. No, she didn’t move because she had never been called a pet and she wanted to be called nothing else until the rest of her days.

Oh, so slowly, Angelo moved with a deliberate, controlled intensity. Each thrust, each motion, emphasized his dominance over her. Every inch of her skin seemed to burn where they touched, the sensation searing and all-consuming. Allison feltherself surrendering completely, her mind and body yielding to the powerful man behind her as he fucked her upright on the bed.

Angelo’s movements grew in speed, deep, primal sounds leaving his chest whenever he bottomed out inside her.

“Tóso téleia,” he murmured in the same language as earlier. “So fucking perfect for me.”

His one hand roamed over her body, exploring, claiming, the other still in her hair. With a slight pull, he moved her head to the side, leaving open-mouthed kisses on her neck, licking, sucking the soft skin.

Allison’s senses were overloaded, every nerve ending came alive with the electricity of his touch. Every moan and whimper was a testament to the pleasure coursing through her as Angelo’s pace grew relentless.

The way he moved, the way he spoke, it all made her feel more desired than she ever thought possible.

Their bodies moved together in a primal rhythm, a dance of possession and surrender. Angelo’s words, his touch, his presence, all combined to create a symphony of sensation that left Allison breathless and craving more.

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