Page 55 of Petrichor

I finally look at him again. He’s buttoned up his jacket, covering the stained shirt, and now looks as commanding and untouchable as usual.

I still want to punch him. I want to ask him what the hell is going on inside his head. But I just let out a long sigh, feeling suddenly exhausted. I take a step toward the club when Marco grabs my hand.

“Jo is waiting. Let’s go.” His authoritative tone doesn’t irk me this time. It makes me sad.

“I’ll go back to the club.” I look at his grip, silently telling him to let go. But he doesn’t.

“I’m not done with you, Butterfly.” My body quakes at the promise underneath his voice. I want him to take me home and ravage me. But can I survive that?

“No.” I grit my teeth around the word, and I put as much coldness as I can in my glare. “We are done.”

His hand snatches my chin, and he yanks me unceremoniously against him. “The fuck we are. You aren’t going back to the club.You will take nobody’s dick but mine tonight.”

Are all mobsters so infuriatingly arrogant and incomprehensible?

“What about tomorrow?” I sassily ask.

“That depends on your performance tonight,” he deadpans.

Ahhhhh! I hate him so much is driving me insane and still my body betrays me as I imagine him having his way with me.

My hands pulling on his jacket loosen their grip as I force my body to relax just enough for him to soften his fingers on my cheek. When he does, I dig my teeth deep into the flesh of his hand, earning a sharp spank. The sting on the already abused skin makes me whimper and let go of his skin.

He grabs my neck and pushes his nose to mine.

“Fucking feisty.” He grinds against my once-again hard cock as I keep pushing against his chest, but I know he can feel the evidence of my desire for him. Traitorous dick!

Before I can make a run for it, he hauls me over his shoulder and starts walking toward the street.

“Marco. Put me down!” He completely ignores my screams as he keeps moving. Nobody tries to help me, probably too scared of the big brute.

Ahhhhh! I try to kick, but he pins my legs on his chest. Then slides his hand under my skirt and pierces my hole with his fingers. I moan and then curse him to hell.

He keeps finger fucking me all the way to the car, and just as we reach it, the orgasm explodes inside me. I jerk against his body, biting the back of his jacket to stifle my moans. An anal orgasm? How the hell did this happen?

He finally slides me down to deposit me in the car. My eyes feel heavy. After a sleepless night and two big Os, my body is throwing in the towel. I’m barely aware of being lifted and then placed on somebody’s lap. I can’t find the strength to protest.

I smell sweet oranges.

I slowly wake up feeling hot.

I blink sleepily. It’s like I’m lying too close to a furnace—one right behind me. My nipples are on fire, and something very long and hard is grinding between my ass cheeks. A thick veiny dick I love to suck on. He’s spooning my naked body—almost naked, I still have my lingerie on. Just as I’m about to turn around and confirm my suspicion, I hear Marco’s gruff voice.

“Gaping and wet, just how I like it.” His hands are under my bralette pinching and twisting my nipples, and I feel his hairy leg pressing over my waist, caging me on the bed. The one in my room. The curtains are open, and the full moon illuminates the surroundings quite clearly.

Was he touching me while I was asleep? Making my body horny for him while my mind was busy dreaming? The thought turn me on so fucking much.

I barely stop myself from saying something stupid like: you can dowhatever you want to me, even fuck me in my sleep. I love your thick, fat cock. I want it in me all the time.

Cock warming, a breeding kink, and now thissleeping arousal thing, I’m discovering a whole new world of sexual preferences with Marco.

Ngh! One of his hands trails its way slowly down to my belly, playing with the silver chain around it, brushing and stroking my pale skin, stopping his exploration on my thigh. He strokes and presses his thumb in the dip between the base of my cock and my leg, making me roll my hips.

“You’re awake,” he growls as he moves my thong to the side, spreading one cheek while pushing his cockhead against my swollen entrance. “Your hips are inviting me inside,” he whispers in my ear. And then slowly and smoothly, he drives into me once again.

My hand falls on his thigh, grabbing the muscle tightly. The stretch stings quite a bit, and he doesn’t give me time to adjust as he starts to fuck me with hard and firm thrusts.

“How much?”

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