Page 54 of Passion and Revenge

I do as he instructs, squeezing the base and feeling him jump inside my mouth. My tongue brushes over his slit, and there’s a curious taste there. It’s a bit salty, and I want more of it.

“If you continue doing that, I’m going to cum inside your hungry mouth.”

I nod rapidly, giving him wordless permission to fill my mouth with his hot cum.

He chuckles. “Not this time around. I want to be inside you,” he hisses as he pulls out of my mouth.

I whine at the sudden loss, but he ignores me, lifting me like I’m weightless and tossing me down onto the bed.

“This is going to be fast and dirty,” he promises. “I want you too much to want to take my time and savor this.”

It’s almost like he plucked the words from my brain. That first time a few days ago only succeeded in giving me a much-needed taste of the dark side after my years of hungering for it.

I should have known that one taste would be nowhere close to enough.

“Please,” I gasp.

He drags my pants and panties down my legs and flings them off to the side of the bed.

I reach for the hem of my shirt and yank it off, then start to reach for my bra. Just as I unclasp the hook, he grabs me by my hip, flips me over onto my stomach, and then kicks my knees apart until I’m cheek down, my back arched, my ass up.

The sheer impatience that’s radiating off him is doing things to me.

He’s almost fully clothed, and I’m still half in my bra, but the feral man behind me can’t be bothered with things like that.

“What’s this?” His fingers brush over my spine, and I shiver. This time around, my reaction has nothing to do with sexual feelings.

I squeeze my eyes shut. I can’t believe I didn’t remember to keep my tattoo hidden.

His fingers dig into the flesh of my hips. “Do I have to fuck the answer out of you?”

“Please, please,” I pant, vibrating with need for him.

With a growl, Alessandro pushes every inch of his monstrous cock into me. I let out a scream at the sudden intrusion, my back arching even more.

I start to think I might have been exaggerating how full Alessandro made me feel, but if anything, I’ve been underestimating his sheer size in my memory.

I hear his palms slap against the headboard, and I moan, realizing the position gives him enough leverage to absolutely wreck me.

Heat spreads up my body, even all the way to the roots of my hair. I’m a pumped-up dynamite, ready to blow up any second.

“Fuck…I missed this. Missed being inside you,” he grunts. “You feel like silk squeezing around me.”

“Ale!” I cry out, urging him to move. He tenses behind me, and I’m about to turn around and ask him what’s wrong, but then he drags his cock almost all the way out before pushing back into me. “Ungh,” I groan.

After the next two experimental thrusts, he picks up his rhythm, his hips rolling and grinding with long and measured but powerful movements that make the whole bed bounce.

I cry out and claw the bed as Alessandro fucks me into stupidity. I’m reduced to a bundle of desire as his hips slam into me, making filthy noises while I let out porn-worthy screams and moans.

“Yes, please. Oh God, Alessandro. Don’t stop. Don’t stop.”

“You like this, huh? You like being turned into my fuck toy,” he growls. “You love it when I fuck you, and all you have to do is take my cock like a good little slut.”

What he’s saying should make me feel cheap and disgusting, but the hint of pride buried under the demeaning words makes pleasure fire across my nerve endings.

“I need to cum. I c—can’t take it. Please. Oh God.” The rest of my words are unintelligible pleas for only something the blue-eyed man jackhammering into me can give me.

“Shhh, you can take it,” he coos. “Of course you can take it. You were made to take my cock. Weren’t you?”

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