Page 14 of Lethal Infatuation

"Are you going to be good for me?" The intoxicating woman was on all fours, completely exposed to me. I caressed her back, sliding my left palm down her spine.

After eating her out, I flipped her over and told her to assume the new position, which she hesitated to do at first, just to piss me off.

"Yes," she responded swiftly and I chuckled at her eagerness. "I'll be good for you.Sogood." Without warning, I brought my hand down onto her ass cheek. She hitched forward, the flesh jiggling after my palm connected with it.

She whimpered, lowering her head. "That's what I like to hear." My voice was husky and thick with lust. "Stretch your hands out in front of you and place your head on the mattress."

She followed my instruction, her backarching further in the process which was absolutely delicious. "Such a good fucking girl for me, aren't you?"

"Yes," she said breathlessly, her legs shaking as she held herself up. "Just for you."

"Now I want you to count," I said sternly.

"What—" I placed another harsh slap on her ass cheek. She moaned loudly, burying her face into the mattress. "Shit."

"I don't hear any counting, Gabriella." Her skin felt warm under my touch as I caressed the area, soothing the sting. "If you don't start counting, I'll keep starting over."

"Okay, I'm sorry," she whimpered, gripping the sheets tightly. "One." Gabriella released a heavy breath.

I repeated the motion, each strike delivered with precision and shear force. My hand print formed on her tan skin, the area now red—evidence that I've marked her.

"Seven," she cried out, her knuckles turning white with how hard she was gripping the sheets.

"Didn't I tell you I'd mark you?" The question was rhetorical. "Tomorrow, you'll feel me every time you sit down. With every move you make, you'll remember this, rememberme." I removed my shorts and threw them aside, freeing my cock from the confinement of the tight fabric.

My movements were quick and precise. I needed to feel her come apart around me. I grabbed the condom from the nightstand and rolled it onto my erection. As much as I wanted to fuck her raw, I couldn't risk it.

I got onto the bed behind her, sliding my hands down her back and admiring the view from this angle. She shivered under my touch and pushed her ass against me.

"Impatient little thing," I tutted. She whimpered into the sheets and I caressed the red skin, hearing her sob softly. I grabbed a fistfulof damp hair and pulled her head up. "What do you want?"

I moved forward, my dick situated in between her wet pussy lips. She didn't answer my question and instead wiggled against me, trying to create more friction. I gripped her hair tighter, making her moan.

Her wetness coated my cock and I wished there was no barrier separating us, I wanted to feel her. All of her. "Tell me what you want."

"I want you," she answered breathlessly, making me tug on her hair again. "Nicolas," she whimpered softly.

"And I want you to tell me what youwantfrom me." I moved my hips back and forth, sliding against her wetness. She gripped the sheets tightly.

"No, don't make me say it." With my free hand, I gripped her waist, pulling her head back simultaneously.

"Tell me." The sensation was driving me crazy, her warm heat nearly making my eyes roll back and I hadn't even penetrated her yet. "You've been so sassy. So use that fucking mouth and tell me what you want."

"Fuck me," she whispered. "I want you to fuck me, Nicolas." In that moment, I gripped the base of my cock and slowly pushed inside of her. We moaned loudly, her wet heat gripping me tightly.

I released my hold on her hair and held her hips, slowly giving her inch by inch. "Jesus Christ," I said softly, looking down as I entered her. "You feel so damn good."

"So deep," she moaned, holding herself up, but I could see her arms shaking.

"Yeah?" I pulled out and then slammed back inside of her. She fell forward, landing face first into the mattress and moaned again. "I wasn't even halfway in."

I repeated the motion, pounding her slowly but deep. Gabriellamoved her arms behind her back and placed both palms on my abdomen, making me hiss. The touch was extremely overwhelming. "Trying to push me away?" I mocked, grabbing both wrists and pinning it to her lower back.

The new hold on her gave me the leverage to fuck her harder. "If you want me to stop, you'll have to say that." She buried her face into the sheets, muffling her sounds of pleasure while I pounded hertight, wet pussy.

"It feels so good." Despite the fact that the words were muffled, I could hear the confession.

I held her wrists with one hand and used the other to slap her ass. She dug her nails into her palms. "You fucked up really bad, Gabriella."

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