Page 33 of Depths of Hunger

“Now you can turn and suck my dick.”

Mia doesn’t move. I smile. “Oh, mytigre, you want to fight with me?” I slap her ass hard, and she gasps. I do it again, and she lets out a little mew. I touch her pussy, and she’s already drenched again. “You like this, baby? You like it when I slap your ass?”

She stays silent.

“You want to be punished? Good, I like punishing you…but be careful, gattina, it may hurt more than you think.” I slap her ass again and then run my cock between her butt cheeks. “Do as I say, or I will fuck your ass, and that will really hurt. You’re not ready for that one, baby girl. Come suck my cock.”

“You’re an asshole,” she spits.

I smile. “Yes, I am. Come suck me.”

She glares at me but turns toward my dick. She sticks out her tongue and licks the tip. I want to force my cock into her mouth, but I don’t. She’s going to hurt when I’m done with her. No need for it to happen all at once. I let her slide my dick into her mouth. “That feels so good, baby girl. You like the taste of me?”

She nods as she starts to suck. It’s fucking amazing. I want to slam my cock all the way down her throat, but if I let her continue I’ll hurt her.

“Enough, gattina. Go back to your hands and knees.”

“But, Renzo,” she pouts, “I want to suck you off. I like having you in my mouth.”

“Not now,” I say. “I have something else in store for you.”

Chapter

Fourteen

Fear and excitement war inside me at Renzo’s words. I want him to fuck me so badly but I’m not sure what he’s going to do. I still can’t believe he’s alive. A vampire? No. They don’t exist. It’s got to be some kind of a joke. Some stupid prank he’s playing on me. I have no idea how he faked his death, but I don’t believe the vampire thing. I can’t. Otherwise, I would be fucking a monster. I can’t wrap my head around that.

“Get on your hands and knees.”

Renzo is such an asshole in the bedroom. I hate the fact that his dominance turns me on so fucking much. Reluctantly, I settle on my hands and knees. He positions me at an angle and then tells me to look up. Now I can see us in the mirror. “You’re gonna watch while I fuck you.” He sticks his fingers in my pussy. I swear sucking his cock has made me wetter.

“What do you want, gattina? Tell me,” he commands.

“I want you to fuck me,” I say in a breathy voice. And it’s true. I want him so badly it hurts. I hurt for him.

He pulls his fingers out and licks them. “You taste so good, my little gattina.”

I close my eyes and try to force the heat out of my cheeks. This is far more intimate than I ever imagined.

There’s a sharp crack followed by a harsh sting radiating across my ass. “Don’t close your eyes,” Renzo snarls. “You will always keep your eyes open when we’re fucking, Mia. Always.”

I want to tell him to go to hell, but I’m slightly afraid of what he might do. And that fear excites me beyond belief. I’m already wet again, and he just put his fingers in my pussy. I widen my legs and push back against his hand. That orgasm was nothing like I’ve ever experienced before. I can always get myself off, but not like this. I want it again. And again. And again.

“You like my fingers inside you, baby?”

“Yes, Renzo.” I push back against him.

“Good.” He pulls his fingers out and holds them out to me while he grabs my breast and squeezes my nipple. “Taste yourself.”

I don’t want to, but Renzo squeezes harder, and I open my mouth. My pussy is wide open, and I am desperate for him. I would do anything at this point to feel his cock inside me. I suck his fingers.

“There’s a good girl. You like how you taste, baby?” He rubs both of my breasts, and I push back against his cock.

“Renzo, I want you inside me. Fuck me.” I meet his gaze in the mirror. He pinches my nipples once more, and I push harder against his cock. “Do it now. Please.” I’m not above begging. I want to feel what it’s like to fuck. To have his dick inside me.

“My little slut. You’ve waited long enough.” He grabs my hips and pulls me back against the tip of his cock. The blunt crown prods at my entrance. Renzo licks his fingers and then runs one of them over the seam between my cheeks. He stops at the entrance to my ass. I stare at him in the mirror. Is he going to fuck me up the ass? I’m not ready for that. I know that will hurt. I’ve heard lots of stories.

“Renzo,” I say.

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