Page 53 of Wild Card

He finds his discarded belt, and wraps it around my wrists, securing them to the headboard behind me. I could get loose if I wanted to, but I don’t. I want him to take me, to fuck me, to make me feel desired, protected, and worth fighting for.

To make me his.

He stands back and admires his work. “You look so fucking sexy like this. All wet, frustrated, eager for my cock.”

I whimper again. “Touch me.”

He fingers my nipples. “You want me to touch you here?” he asks, playing with the hard peaks.

“God, yes.”

He rolls them in his fingers. I’m so keyed up right now. He takes one into his mouth.

“More. Touch my pussy, Gio. Please.”

He traces one of his massive hands slowly down my body, his mouth still on my nipple. He strokes my clit with a featherlight touch, and I let out a frustrated whine.

He drags his tongue over my nipple.

“What?” he asks. “Isn’t this what you asked for?” His dark eyes look wicked. He’s enjoying teasing me as much as I enjoyed driving him over the edge.

“More,” I urge, pushing my hips against him.

He pushes his fingers back inside me, pumping in and out, his mouth back on my breasts. It feels so fucking good. He adds a twist and I let out a squeak of pleasure. He continues that magic, and I urge him on.

“I’m so close. Just like that. Yes!”

The building pleasure is so intense. I push up against his hand. I’m just on the edge of an incredible orgasm when he pulls his hand away.

I let out a strangled cry, and he straddles me, running his hands down my arms, over my breasts. He cups them and his warm, rough palms feel amazing on my skin.

He smiles at me and licks his lips.

“You know what you have to do, Beauty. Just say the words and I’ll take care of you. Give you what you need so badly.”

I’m so wet, and so fucking turned on.

“Please,” I beg. “I want, I need your cock inside me. Now. Please, Gio!”

That look of dark possession passes across his eyes. He moves off of me. He pulls a condom out of his drawer and I watch with hungry eyes as he slides it down his length.

I whimper and his whole body tenses.

His control is almost gone again. Yes. I want that too. I want him to come completely undone, for our minds to let go, and our bodies and souls to connect at that primal level, free from shame or fear.

He comes to the bed, and eases my legs back, angling my hips. He gently teases my pussy and slides a finger in again, testing to see if I’m ready.

I’ve never been more ready for anything.

Gio positions the head of his cock at my entrance. He closes his eyes and pushes slowly into me. He’s big, and I gasp at the intrusion.

His eyes fly open.

“Are you okay?” he asks.

“Yeah,” I whisper. “So good. You’re just really big.”

He undoes the belt around my wrists. My hands go to his shoulders. He pulls out of me, slowly, and pushes back in. It takes a few strokes for me to adjust to his size.

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