Page 36 of Desire and Revenge

I squeeze my hand around his length and then dig him out. The sheer size of him gives me pause.Holy God in heaven, he’s huge. Long and girthy with the mushroom head flushed an angry purple.

He grinds himself against my hands, seeking more, wanting more, and for a moment, I feel powerful. Knowing I’m the one doing this to him—so much so he’s shaking and moaning because of me—thrills me with excitement. Consequences be damned; I want to explore just how much pleasure I can draw from him.

“I want more, Nero.”

“Sofia—”

“Don’t ask me to tell you to stop!” I snap angrily. “I’m tired of being treated like a child. I want you, and if you want to stop, I’m sure I can find someone else to?—”

The rest of my words end with a scream as he pushes two thick fingers inside of me.

“I’m not telling you to stop, Princess. I just want to be sure you want this.”

“I want this, Nero. I wantyou.”

And then he wraps a hand around my neck, eyes blazing with fury. Nero can choke me to death right here and now, and nobody will be the wiser. The boardwalk and gazebo are far enough from the villa to be out of camera range.

I moan when he tightens his hand.

I nearly shatter when he plunges his finger deeper into my heat, and I explode against his fingers.

“I want you to remember this moment for days.” He jams his fingers against my even deeper, rubbing, flicking, thrusting... My entire body clenches, every cell sizzling, lighting up, and pushing outward. It feels like Nirvana. I’m flying, soaring among the stars.

“God, you’re so hot.” Higher, ever higher. His fingers continue to graze the front of my pussy, my walls still spasming, my body floating, electricity surging through my cells… until…

“Nero! I… can’t… take…”

“Oh, yes, you can, baby. You can take it all.” He continues finger-fucking me, hitting that spot over and over again. And again, and again …

“Now, Princess, you’re going to make me earn my orgasm,” he tells me. “If you don’t come, I won’t either. Understand?”

“Oh, Nero…”

“Yes, Princess. It’s about damn time someone put you first. And I’m doing it. Right now, right here. I want you coming so hard for me.”

I nod rapidly and then he thrusts into me again, and I scream again. As he begins to thrust faster and faster, my hips buck and my hand around his length moves quicker. Sensationbuilds at the base of my stomach, and my throat is hoarse from screaming. All I can do is whimper.

“That’s it, baby.” He buries his face in the junction of my neck, licking and biting and soothing. “Stroke my dick like that. Such a good girl.”

I’m a bundle of nerves and sensations. There’s a storm brewing inside of me, and it feels like I’m standing right on the edge, but I don’t know how to let myself go.

“Nero!” I cry, “Please.”

His fingers crook inside of me on his next thrust and at the same time, his thumb presses down on a spot just above where his fingers are inside of me. I stop my assault on his member and my scream seems to last forever as my spine bows.

Pleasure like nothing I’ve ever felt before explodes from my center and envelopes me. White bursts of starlight go off behind my eyes and the sensation seems to go on and on.

It feels like I’ve died and gone up to Heaven, and I only come to when I hear Nero grunting and groaning. I open my heavy eyelids and find him watching me through slitted eyes. His hand is a blur of movement up and down his cock and I watch, enraptured.

His teeth are bared, and every part of him is strained with tension as he watches me.

“Sofia, oh, Sofia… Look at what you do to me,” he growls. And then thick ropes of white spurt out of his dick. It’s so much and so thick, I’m engrossed by the sight of it. It takes a minute for him to come down from his high before he takes a handkerchief from his pocket and cleans himself off.

We stare at each other silently for several beats, and then his mouth curves up into a smile. “Mine.”

That single word breaks me out of the madness that must have taken over me. I’m not his. I’m not Nero’s. I’m my husband’s, and I shouldn’t have done this.

“Th-this was a mistake,” I stutter, jumping off the ledge and righting my dress, “Oh my God, what have we done?”

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