Page 58 of Heartless Vows

I work the bottom hem of his shirt up his torso and growl when his arms prevent me from lifting it higher.

He ends our kiss and pulls it over his head and off one arm, but leaves it hanging from his shoulder, refusing to remove his fingers from my depths. Tattoos cover his arms and torso. His cock stands tall and thick from his open trousers. My mouth waters with the need to taste and explore.

He growls, studies me with heavy-lidded eyes, and licks his lips.

“You gonna cum from just looking at me, Aurora?”

“Hmm? What?”

“Your pussy just clenched around my fingers.Mio Dio, there you go again. Unbutton your blouse and show me those tits. I need to taste them before I feel you squeeze my cock like this.”

I can’t deny him, not when his eyes worship me, so I slip the buttons free and slowly reveal more and more of my flesh.

He’s right. I might orgasm just by watching him.

“Fucking hell, Aurora, you’re too perfect. Cum on my fingers again while I’ve got you splayed out on the kitchen counter like a feast.”

He works his fingers in and out of my body. I writhe until he pins my lower belly to the counter with his other hand and strokes his thumb over my clit.

I implode. My mind fragments. Wonderful pain spreads from my core outward until my entire body throbs in relief. Sweat trickles down my temple.

“Good girl. That was fucking perfect,mia topolina. Now show me those breasts.”

His thick rumble sounds above, below, and inside me. He melts my bones. Heats my blood. Becomes my entire universe.

I pull my blouse out of my skirt waistband, unfasten the front closure of my bra, and push the fabrics off my shoulders. His low groan reawakens my desire.

I squeak as he slides his rock-hard forearm under me and lifts my shoulders off the granite.

“Mine.”

I die a quadrillion beautiful deaths as he licks, sucks, and nibbles my breasts with hunger in every bite, until each touch streaks to my core and becomes too much. He snarls when I push against his shoulders.

“Please stop, Giorgio. It hurts.”

He lifts his head and studies my face before a devilish smirk twists his swollen lips. I whimper when he pulls me off the counter, pressing our chests together and forcing his fingers deeper into my pussy as I wrap my legs around his waist.

My shirt and bra tangle together on my arms and trap my elbows to my sides as he carries me up the stairs and into the bedroom. Needy, helpless sounds escape my throat as he lays me on the bed and grabs my breast, pinning my upper half to the comforter. I jackknife as he brushes his thumbs over my nipple and clit in tandem. When he spreads his fingers inside me, I push at his shoulders and try to curl in on myself, but my shirt and his unyielding strength keep me right where he wants me.

“Let’s get this pretty little pussy ready for my big cock, yeah?”

I instinctually shake my head, even though I want to give him everything.

My hair splays over the bed and sticks to my sweaty temples. He tweaks my nipple and drops his eyes to watch his two fingers disappear into my body. I moan and tilt my hips. He spreads his digits. My toes tingle. Fresh arousal coats his fingers. His cock brushes against my inner thigh. I whine.

He adds a third finger. I open my mouth, but no sound emerges. The stretching hurts so good.

Too much. Not enough.

His eyes darken and cheeks flush as his cock leaks on my leg. I strain as his knuckles stretch my entrance.

He pulls out and wraps his drenched fist around his cock. I watch in fascination as he strokes himself from root to tip, coating himself in my arousal.

My heart lurches into my throat as he fits his bulbous head to my entrance, but he groans and rubs his tip over my entire slit, bumping my clit and earning himself a gasp.

I clench my fists at my sides, desperate to touch him but too far gone for words.

After a few epic strokes of my clit with his tip, he presses the first half an inch of his cock into me.

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