Page 50 of The Don's Soulmate

"Sei mio," -you’re mine- he growls; enjoying me captive beneath him. He reaches for the hem of my dress, pulling it up over my thighs, and I moan in protest and anticipation.

"Nhu-huh," I whine, my voice muffled. My body responds to his touch, betraying me even as I shake my head.

“So beautiful,” he murmurs, kissing his way to the landing of my pussy. I blush at the thought of him seeing me exposed.

In the darkness the man's voice is like a hot ember against my skin. "You were made for me, Carlotta," he whispers into my pussy, his breath warm and possessive. "E io rivendicherò ogni centimetro di te." -And I am going to claim every inch of you.

Next, I feel his calloused hands on my shoulders, grabbing the straps of my dress. A sharp tug; then cool air gushes over me. I realize he is holding the tatters of my dress. Leaving my entire body naked under his gaze, tied and bound.

Suddenly shy, I try to curl up my legs to hide myself.

“You’re such a tease,” he murmurs, running his fingers down my spine, curving his palm across my ass and then he smacks it hard, the sound whipping across the room. I feel the sting, my body writhing to escape from the next try.

He grabs my waist, straightening my body. A stifled shriek escapes me when he pulls my legs; parting them wide.

One hand reaches for my throat and I tremble beneath him.

"You're so desperate for me, aren't you?" he grins, looking down at where I’m exposed.

His other hand trails down between my legs, spreading my folds wide.

“Pluh...” I whimper against the mouth gag, tears stream down my cheeks. I want him that badly.

His fingers tease me, , grazing my entrance before sliding against my clit with expertise. I feel his strong thighs keep me in place as he slaps against my clenched pussy. He takes his other hand and goes for my breasts, his large palm kneading themtogether. I wince in painful pleasure as his finger and thumb flick my nipples hard. "You're all mine now, Carlotta." he grates, his voice rough with arousal.

His fingers thrust into me, gradually picking up pace, sending waves of pleasure crashing through me. His other hand remains cupped around my breast.

"Beg for it, Carlotta," he commands. "Beg me to make you come."

I choke on my moans, my voice strangled by the gag, but I try to obey. "Pluh," I whimper, my heart pounding like a drum against my ribcage. I arch my back trying to break free from the ropes, but he only seems to enjoy my struggle.

The burn in my breasts grows hotter, my nipples tingling with every squeeze and flick. My mind aches for release. My hips buck, yearning for more. But he doesn't let me have it.

"I want to fuck you," he growls like a beast, drawing out the words so that they sizzle against my skin. "Does that sound good, Carlotta?"

I nod, unable to respond through the gag. My body screams for more.

Swiftly he pulls out his hand from my pussy and undoes the gag. "Please,” I sputter, ”I can’t take any more." I want him to finish what he started, to put his mouth down between my legs.

But my words fall on deaf ears. He gets off, grabs my waist firmly, and flips me onto my front, spreading my legs and butt-cheeks.

He angles tilts pelvis and I feel his hot breath on my pussy, his tongue licking me. I gasp, then moan and writhe in pleasure as his tongue moves up and down, teasing me.

"Untie me," I plead. But he doesn't listen.

Instead, he pushes me onto all fours. I feel his hands on my hips, as he positions himself behind me.

“Oh my god,” I moan, throwing back my head.

He wraps a hand around my throat, pulling me closer, his lips brushing against my ear. "Good girl," he murmurs approvingly, rewarding me with a firm slap on my ass that makes me whimper in surprised pleasure. "You're mine, Carlotta," he growls, his voice rough with lust. "All mine."

I feel the head of his cock pressing against my entrance, the heat radiating from him.

"Yes," I moan, my voice a strangled cry as he fills me. The feeling is intense, overwhelming, as if our bodies are colliding with the force of a thousand waves.

His hips pound against me in a rhythm that matches the rising heat between my legs. Wet, slick sounds fill the room.

"You're so tight," his voice is hoarse with lust, "So perfect."

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