Page 104 of Coerced Queen

His cock is thick and warm between my legs.Unable to resist, I drag a hand over the crest and down his length.

Hissing through his teeth, he catches my wrist.“Slow down,tesoro, or I won’t last.”

I’m vaguely aware that gallons of water will be wasted when I lift onto my knees.We’ll have to drain the Jacuzzi after what we’re about to do.However, as soon as his velvet-soft crest touches my folds, I’m beyond caring.

Impatient now, I glide down, taking him inside me.

Saverio utters a curse.

I’m slick enough to accommodate him easily.When he’s fully sheathed, I keep still, simply enjoying the fullness for a moment.

He lowers his head to suck a nipple into his mouth.The heat of his tongue on my sensitive flesh makes my inner muscles contract around him.

He closes his fingers around my breast, plumping the curve in his grip before giving the tip a gentle nip.Then he sucks it deep.My back arches with pleasure.My nipple puckers in his mouth, the skin around it contracting.

He flicks his tongue over the hard point before releasing my breast.“You taste so fucking good.”

I lift onto my knees and move down again, teasing him with a shallow thrust.

“Goddamn,” he bites out.“You’re tight.Hot.”

I set a slow pace, tracing the contours of his broad, chiseled torso with my palms and worshipping each of his scars, those marks he earned for saving my life.I look at his face while I sweep a hand around his ribs and up his back to caress the bumpy skin where the burn wounds healed above his shoulder, seeing the need and want in his gaze as he watches me like a starving predator.

Needing more contact, I let my nipples brush over his chest as I slowly rise and sink back onto my knees.I’m so sensitive that every ripple inside makes me shiver.I savor every sensation—how much he stretches me and how deep he goes.I’m reluctant to end it, so I still.

“Fuck, woman,” Saverio says with a growl, fisting my hair.“You’re killing me.”

The sting where his fingers tangle in my roots only makes me burn hotter.He pulls my head to the side with the rough impatience of a man on the verge of losing control.The kisses he trails along my jaw are soft.His stubble leaves an abrasive path that makes me want to beg for more.Latching onto the soft skin of my throat, he nips and kisses that sensitive spot.It’s going to leave a hickey, but I don’t care.I moan again, tilting my head back to give him better access.

He lets go of my hair to lock his hands around my waist.Knowing what’s to come, that he’s going to set a hard pace, I grip his shoulders for balance.Only, he doesn’t bounce me on his lap as I expected.I utter a shriek as he lifts me off him and spins me around in the same movement before plastering my body to the wall with my back against his chest.

At this angle, the nozzles direct jets of water at my breasts.The flow is so strong I feel it all the way to my core.Worse, there’s one right between my legs.

“Sav,” I cry out when he slips his hands around my front and pries my folds open to expose my clit.

He shifts me a little to the left and one inch down.There.My body jerks as the jet hits me straight at the apex of my sex, the water blast so powerful that my muscles spasm.Instinctively, I try to escape, but he pins me to the side with his weight, making me take the full onslaught of the force.

I come even before I have time to process it, the pleasure so instantaneous, intense, and unexpected that my whole body bows.He pushes into me from behind while I’m locked in that vise of pleasure, impaling me with a single thrust as my orgasm ripples out into aftershocks and the pleasure already starts building again.The pressure of the water is so powerful it wrests another climax from my body not even five seconds after I came.

Now that he’s found the right spot, Saverio pulls his hands from the front of my body and wraps his fingers around my wrists where I’m clenching the sides and holding on for my life.The absence of his arms around my front forces me flat against the side.I take those blasts of water with no distance to soften the blow.He pumps into me as I come again.

“Hold on,tesoro,” he whispers in my ear, kissing the lobe before biting down gently.

My inner muscles clench around him.My breasts and clit are assaulted by those unrelenting spurts of water, and despite being oversensitive, I come again.

So does he.His body goes taut against mine.He punches his hips up, burying himself as deep as he can.Warmth bathes me inside.It’s different than the water, slicker.

And I come again.

I don’t know how many times I convulsively climax under the onslaught of the jets as he traps me against them with his body.I’m caught between the jets and the wall of his chest, impaled on his cock.There’s no escaping the continuous orgasms that roll from aftershocks into another climax and into aftershocks again.I’m a convulsing mass of one long, never-ending orgasm, wrecked by the cruel stimulation and forced to bear the relentless pleasure, but he’s come at least twice himself before his weight finally lifts off me.

If he didn’t catch me in his arms, I’m sure I would’ve drowned.

“What do you do to me?”he groans, kissing my neck.

His question is tormented.He sounds like a conflicted man begging me for answers.For understanding.

Leaning my head back against his chest, I say, “Nothing you don’t do to me too.”

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