Page 54 of Taboo Flames

I try to kiss her, but she turns her head so my mouth lands on her cheek instead. “What?”

“Why do you smell like a woman?” she asks stiffly, pulling away.

I give her a hard look. “I’m not your boyfriend, princess. We aren’t in a relationship.”

“I see. So that must mean I can fuck anybody I want to too? Well, that’s nice because I have a few—argh…” She cries out as I flip her onto her stomach, drag her hips up, and plunge into her in one swift move.

“I own you,” I tell her harshly. “You’re mine, baby. And I don’t share.”

“Well, I don’t share either!” she snaps.

I push into her again, making her arch her back at the sensation.

“There was a woman, but I didn’t let her touch me,” I tell her. I’ve never had to explain myself to a woman my whole life, andI don’t know why I’m doing it now. “Now, what were you saying about fucking some other hypothetical but very dead asshole?”

I thrust into her savagely, then wrap my fingers around her neck and raise her gaze to meet her reflection in the floor-to-ceiling mirror on the opposite wall.

“Look at yourself, baby. Watch yourself while I fuck your greedy hole.”

“Nnngh,” she moans.

“Touch your tits for me, princess. Play with those perfect nipples,” I growl.

She does as I say, kneading one in one hand, her fingers rolling and pinching the nipple. She gasps loudly at the sensation.

“Now wet your fingers and get your nipples wet for me,” I instruct her.

She obeys and lets out loud moans, shaking with pleasure.

“Good girl,” I say into her ears.

“Gio. Gio,” she chants, “I’m so close.”

“Don’t cum yet.”

“Please, Gio. I can’t,” she mutters pleadingly.

“Yes, you can,” I tell her fiercely.

She screams when I adjust my angle and thrust into her again. “Oh my God, what was that?”

“That was your sweet spot, baby,” I reply smugly.

I hit it again and again, and she cries out and squirts and cums right on its heel, liquid gushing out of her pussy, her body taut.

So the Vitale Princess is a squirter. Perfect.

I pull out of her, tug my dick once, twice, and then paint her back with my hot cum, watching in satisfaction as it covers her skin.

She looks under her and gasps. “Did I—” she trails off.

“Hmm,” I hum, grabbing her and rolling her into my arms on the dry side of the bed. “I want to live and die in your pussy.”

She makes a face at that. “I need to get cleaned up.”

“Give me a minute. I want to fuck you again,” I say to her.

“Insatiable man.”

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