Page 57 of Heartless Vows

He snarls, grabs my hips, lifts me onto my knees, pulls my upper half over the console, and holds me down by my nape before yanking my panties down and swatting my ass. I gasp at the sting only to moan as he rubs his big, warm hand over the spot until the pain morphs into pleasure and settles between my legs.

He teases his fingertips over the curve of my ass and the back of my thigh,oh so closeto my pussy but nowhere near where I need him.

“C’mon,mia topolina, don’t you want to taste me again? Open your mouth.”

His tip bobs against my chin, leaving a smear of fragrant fluid behind. I sneak my tongue out and flick over the leaking slit. Despite the ocean of magma boiling in my core, indignation flares through me at the inequality of our positions, and words escape my mouth before I can think better of them.

“C’mon, my heartless jerk, don’t you want me to cum on your hand again?Touch me.”

He does. In one ruthless motion, he shoves my mouth down onto his cock and sinks two fingers into my pussy. I shriek at the unexpected yet wonderful stretch, but his thick girth flattens my tongue and invades my throat. Terror grips me, sharpening my senses and triggering my fight reflexes, but he lifts me by my hair and pulls his fingers out of my pussy. I cough and choke on my spit as he strokes over my clit with shocking accuracy. Pressure builds deep in my core. My thighs shake.

“Suck me,mia topolina. I’m already so close, but so are you, aren’t you?”

His growl pebbles my nipples and fills me with yearning. I nod and swirl my tongue around his tip, wanting to please him but too apprehensive to take more of him into my mouth. When he strokes the length of his fingers through my folds, stimulating every millimeter of my pussy, and gentles his hand in my hair, I close my lips around him and adjust my balance to wrap a hand around his shaft.

He murmurs deep, guttural praises and dips a finger past my entrance while rubbing my clit.

I whine and wiggle my hips. He pushes down on the back of my head, but when I stiffen and shake my head, he releases my hair.

He groans and wraps his fist around mine at the base of his shaft. His hand covers so much, I won’t choke if I take all that’s left jutting from his grip.

The tension drains from my shoulders. I swirl my tongue around his tip, enjoying the salty tang of his precum, and give a slow, shallow bob of my head. He hisses and pushes his finger deeper into my body.

I gasp and dip lower, taking more of him into my mouth.

He works his finger in and out of me. I mimic his rhythm, teetering on the edge of orgasm and enamored by the bunching of his thighs. When he adds a second finger and pushes deeper than before, I whimper around his shaft. His veins pulse on my lips.

“Now,mia topolina,” he growls. “Let go. Cum on my hand as you swallow every drop.”

He twists his wrist and crooks his fingers inside me, hitting the sensitive spot at the front of my channel while rubbing his thumb over my clit.

I explode. He groans as his cock jerks in my mouth. Salty, sweet fluid spurts onto my tongue. I swallow and clench around his fingers as wave after wave of euphoria crashes over me.

He pulls my face up to his and devours my mouth, staking his claim and declaring his devotion with every impatient invasion of his tongue. I give him everything. My head spins. Sticky wetness coats my thighs. His thick fingers shift inside me.

A whine escapes my throat.

“Don’t worry,mia topolina, I’m nowhere near done with you yet.”

With breathtaking ease, he opens the driver’s door and pulls me out after him. I don’t know how he does it, but his fingers never leave my pussy as he gathers me to his chest and wraps my legs around his waist. His cock bobs against my ass, teasingin and out of my skirt with every step as he stalks into the townhouse.

I don’t recall hearing the car door shut and don’t know where my panties are, but I lose the will to care as he shoulders the door to the living room open.

Peace settles over me as the unique ambiance of the house infiltrates my senses until Giorgio commands my full attention by pressing my back against the wall and dominating my mouth. With teeth and tongue, he scrambles my mind and reawakens my urgency.

I writhe and clutch at his shoulders as he curls his fingers inside me.

The world spins. He sits me on the armrest and leans me back on the couch. With my ass higher than my head, my skirt falls up my torso and all the blood rushes to my face. He wedges his shoulders between my knees and licks my clit. Lightning spears through me. It’s too intense. Too close to pain. I don’t think I like it.

He licks me again and thrusts his fingers in and out of me. I scream, arch, and fight for freedom.

After stepping out from between my knees and moving them to one side, he flings me over his shoulder—with his digits still lodged in my pussy—and carries me into the kitchen. I hiss as he lays me out on the cold counter, but he parts my legs in a reverse move from the one before, settles his hips between them and covers me with his bulk. He demands another kiss. Trapped between granite and hard muscles, I groan and grab his nape as our tongues duel.

He’s wearing too many clothes. I wrench his collar apart. Buttons skitter over the counter and ping onto the floor. I pull again until the fabric parts and shove it off his shoulders.

The jerk still has another shirt underneath.

He mashes my clit with the palm of his hand and curls his fingers inside me as he grabs my breast. My blouse and bra muffle the sensation, but the strength in his hand scrambles my thoughts.

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