Page 48 of Blackmailed to the Altar

“Good, stay just like that,” he rasped.

I whimpered into the cushions. I didn’t want anyone to hear and interrupt. My mind was in overdrive, and nothing made sense to me. All I wanted was for Riccardo to work his thick package inside of me, sooner rather than later.

“Please,” I gasped.

I felt his tongue on me and jolted in surprise. This was not the experience I was used to. It comforted me that he couldn’t see my face, and I relaxed slightly as he toyed with my lips. He reared back and smacked my ass, and I almost flinched from the impact. Almost. Instead, I turned my head and glared at him.

“What was that for?” I bit back a moan, surprised that it felt so good.

“You moved,” he chuckled.

Riccardo directed us back into position, and set about making me forget my name. By the time he was thrusting his tongue inside of me, my limbs were shaking. I tried so hard not to shift, but I almost couldn’t help myself. My control wasn’t that weak, and my honor wasn’t that loose. I tightened up, and Riccardo pulled back, leaving me crying for more.

“Please, please. I’ll do anything,” I babbled.

“Really? Anything?”

Riccardo sounded like he was enjoying my loss of control.

“Yes, yes, anything,” I begged.

“In that case, you can come as many times as you want, but stay just like this.”

His commands washed over me, and I stilled my squirming. It had been an unconscious reaction on my part, a reaction I could barely control. Riccardo went back to eating me, and I let him hear every gasp, every moan, every whimper. It only spurred him on to taste more of me, until I finally let go. I came so hard, I worried security would rush in from my screams.

Riccardo jumped up. Hold still, Mya. In the back of my mind, I knew exactly what was about to happen. He lined up to my entrance, and I held my breath. It was large and girthy, something I had to get used to every time. Riccardo slid into me with a groan, and my mouth flew open, as I gasped in a mix of pleasure and surprise.

“There’s still more you can take,” he whispered. His voice changed, and was full of sex and lust, a devil in disguise.

“No, it’s too big. I can’t, I can’t,” I argued, nearly incoherent, with his pierced cock buried inside me.

“You can. You will. You are,” he panted. He hit my cervix, and I squealed like a pig getting slaughtered. It was the most unattractive sound I’d ever made in my life.

“Fuck,” he gasped.

Before I could get my bearings, I was being lifted. Riccardo sat his bare behind on the couch, with me straddling him in reverse.

It was then I saw the mirror.

“I need to see your eyes when you come again, darling,” he rasped against my ear.

My entire body shivered in delight, and we weren’t even moving yet. I could see the sheen of sweat coating my skin. The mirror was a standing one that showed everything. The temptation to close my legs blew through me, but Riccardo opened them obscenely wide, denying me modesty while he was buried inside me. I could see him sheathed to the hilt, my body wrapped tightly around his shaft.

Then, he moved.

My universe tiltedon its axis, as he bounced me up and down on his dick like I weighed less than a blow-up doll. His Prince Albert added to the sensations deep inside of me. I watched in sheer fascination, as my greedy pussy ate everything he gave me, and begged for more. I tensed up, as my spine felt like it snapped. Riccardo’s fingers pinched my hips, and then he grabbed my shoulder with one hand, and shoved me all the way down.

“Yes, oh my–yes,” I cried out.

As I lost control over my tongue and body, Riccardo was working on my clit. All I could do was hold on and keep myself upright. It was too much. My head dropped back onto his shoulder, and he stood up. He was a machine. He slipped in and out of me, bumping my cervix every single time, and I loved it. I dripped all over his cock. I had never been this wet for someone before.

He gripped my throat, and I gulped from the shot of fear it brought. He didn’t stop slamming me down on him, and I was sure we were going to fall over. But Riccardo used me like I was his plaything, and I loved it. He slapped my clit once, twice, three times, and I flew off the handle. There were screams coming from somewhere. Surely it wasn’t me who was screaming so loud, but the moment I closed my mouth, the silence was overwhelming.

Riccardo was a sweaty, panting mess, and I wasn’t any better. He collapsed on the couch with me still in his lap. This jolted him up inside me, pressing him against my sore cervix, and I yelped from the bite of pain.

“Fuck, yes,” Riccardo grunted. He lifted me off of his cock and spun me in his arms, so I sat sideways across his lap.

I was floating from the high of my orgasm. I didn’t care that I was naked. I didn’t care that someone could catch us. I didn’t even care that I had lost so much control over my body.

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