Page 50 of Life

“Santo inferno!” I scream as he slides back out and rams home again.

A cross between an animalistic howl and a groan rips from Eli’s lungs, his hands keeping me locked to him.

His dick is long, thick, and so deep in this position I think he may be touching my ribs internally. “Tan profunda.So deep,” I reiterate in English, shaking my head from left to right, not knowing what to do with the rush of pleasure flowing through me. I’ve got my eyes closed tight, allowing myself to feel every thick inch, my walls expanding to accommodate his girth, the wet steel of his pelvis grinding against my clit with every jab.

“So goddamned good. I knew it would be. I knew you’d be the best I ever had. Your body is perfect to fuck.”

I open my eyes and watch as he takes me, on his knees, his hands gripping my hips possessively. His gaze alternates between the bouncing of my breasts with each thrust to the area where we’re joined. A salacious grin is plastered across his mouth while sweat beads on his forehead. Before long, he moves his hands and opens my lower lips wider. He leans over me and sucks on a nipple while he thrusts home.

Deep. Immersed. Taken.

His cock is reaching places inside me that I didn’t know existed. Eli picks up the pace, pounding that velvet steel into me as though he’s branding me. My body jolts up the bed with each powerful plunge. I lift my arms and flatten my hands against the headboard so I’m providing resistance against each mighty thrust.

“That’s it, Spicy. Unleash her,” he rumbles on a moan.

At his goading, I lose it. I wrap my legs around his waist, tilt my hips up even more, and power into each of his brutal thrusts, fucking myself while he fucks me in return. It’s everything I want and more—savage, dirty, unexplainable.

“God, yes! Fuck! Give it to me, Maria. Give it to me like you’ve never given it to anyone before.”

On those words of encouragement, I unwrap my legs, catapult off his cock, and turn the tables, pushing him on his back. His erection is coated in my arousal and the sight makes me feral, proud, and insane with lust. Before he knows what happens, I’m on top of him, slamming down over his cock, letting him pierce so deep we both cry out in agonized delight.

He grabs me around the hips, fingers digging in viciously while I wrap both hands around the top of the headboard and bob up and down like an out of control and demented carousel ride. He lifts his massive thighs, forcing our bodies an extra inch closer and presenting a new angle where his cock grates along that hidden patch inside, the one no man has ever reached.

“There you go. That’s it. I’ve got you right where I want you. Now fuck your man,” he roars, his lips set in a determined snarl.

Mindless, I take his direction, power into my calves and arms, and pound my hips up and down, taking him to the tippy top and then ramming home.

The sounds coming out of our mouths are violent, passionate, all-consuming.

“I’m so close.” I sigh, placing my hands on his chest and rocking my clit at the same time he’s pounding me down over him.

He shifts up the bed so his back is now against the headboard and we’re face-to-face.

“Get there. Give me all you got,” he encourages.

I close my eyes and focus on the heat building between my thighs, the tingles running up and down my spine, and the hair standing on edge all over my body. Everything becomes tight, strained, my focus solely on the space where he’s taking me, so high I should fear the fall. But I don’t. He’ll save me. He’s promised he would.

One of his arms locks around my back, grounding me, his hand floating into my hair so we’re nose to nose. “Look at me.” He groans, his lips barely touching mine with each jerk.

I open my eyes and whimper at the intensity in his gaze, lust so clearly filling his every feature. “I want to see your eyes and kiss your mouth while we come together this first time. You’ll never forget who you now belong to.”

“Eli…” I whisper, not sure how to commit to a man three weeks after losing another.

He continues to fuck me, our lips touching, our gazes searing one another with the powerful truth living just beyond this moment.

Both of our bodies start quaking, falling out of perfect sync as our combined orgasms take us over the edge. He holds me so tight I know I’ll have bruises all over, and I don’t care. These marks will be the proof of a night of passion and intimacy I don’t want to soon forget. I expect he, too, will have some of his own war wounds. Eli presses his lips firmly against mine, his breath powering out of his mouth and nose as we kiss. His gaze turns glassy, as I imagine my own does, and then it hits, and it’s enormous, gigantic…explosive.

I lock my limbs around his. He grips me excruciatingly tight as our bodies mold into one combustible device, shattering in one another’s arms.

I tip my head back and cry out to the heavens. Eli plants his face against my outstretched neck and offers a battle-cry-type howl as the heat of his release scalds me from the inside out. My pussy locks down around him, milking him for every last drop.

Eventually our hips stop moving, and the viselike clamp Eli has on me loosens. His lips trail up my neck and over my shoulders in wet paths and sweet presses against my heated skin. With the tips of his fingers, he caresses my arms, down the moist skin of my back, and along my thighs, hips, and waist. I let him, catching my breath as I’m slumped over his body.

“Like you salty and sweet like this, babe.”

I hum and nuzzle into his neck, enjoying the musky scent of sex filtering through the air in the room. The passionate smell is such a calming aphrodisiac, I could sleep for a thousand years and be happy.

For at least twenty minutes I lie across him, boneless, allowing myself to come down from the three orgasms he gave me. I’m spent physically and emotionally.

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