Page 27 of Twisted Vows

“What does that make you, since you light up whenever I’m rough? We’re a perfect match.”

She shakes her head and renews her struggles. I groan, lift her breast, enjoying the way her flesh pillows around my fingers, and fill my mouth with the upper swell.

Her angry response only spurs me on. I bite down and suction my lips against her, laving her with my tongue and pinching her nipple as I knead and play with her tit.

Desperate to explore more of her, I release her wrists, expose her other breast, and play with the tempting mound until her nipple turns diamond hard. She pushes against my head and yanks at my hair, but I relish the pain. I skim my hand down her soft, round belly and cup her sex through her shorts.

Her ranting devolves into a string of curses. I dip my fingers into her pussy through the loose fabric of my shorts and rub her clit with my palm. Her breasts jiggle with her struggles. I release my bite and close my mouth over her extended nipple.

She screams, sinks both hands in my hair, and yanks so hard pain arcs through my scalp. Her breast pops free of my mouth. I growl and nip the tip of her nipple before flicking my tongue over the sting.

Her cream soaks my shorts. She writhes. It’s too much.

I wedge my hand under the waistband and groan as I sink my fingers along the hot and slick folds of her pussy. With a quick, simultaneous suckle and pinch of her nipples, I promise her breasts I’ll return before I abandon them. I force my hands off her and grab the fabric of her shorts. She rolls the moment I release her, but I yank the material off her legs and splay my hand over the small of her back, pinning her to the bed.

Her ass is pure perfection. I grab each cheek before giving her a few spanks, enjoying the jiggling of her ample curves and her increasingly furious screams, then I roll her over and back toward the center of the mattress. She kicks at me blindly and lands a lucky hit on my injured arm. I snarl, grab her calves, and pin her knees to her ears, trapping her arms against her stomach and squishing her breasts with her thighs.

She’s gorgeous when she’s sweaty, flushed, and at my mercy.

“Vaffanculo! Get off me,testa di cazzo!”

The sight of her swollen and drenched pussy steals my breath. I’ll die if I don’t get a taste of her.

“Be careful mentioning my cock right now,mia caramellina, or I might use it instead of my tongue.”

“Don’t you dare!”

“Or what? What’ll you do if I fuck you so deep and hard you forget your own name? Will you still blame Stockholm syndrome?”

“No, I’ll blameyou,” she says through gritted teeth.

I lean down and bite the back of her thigh.

“Good girl. Blame me. Remember me.”

I bite closer to her pussy. She growls and tries to buck, but I lean more of my weight on her legs and reprimand her with a nip. Her squeak of pain sends liquid fire down my shaft. My precum wets my sweatpants.

“Remember the night you came apart in my bed. Remember how much pleasure I wrung from your body. Remember the faceless man who made you come over and over again until you couldn’t think. Remember thestronzowho wrecked you with his mouth before he fucked you so good you forgot how to breathe.”

I tease my nose along the outer fold of her pussy and fill my lungs with her delicious scent.

“Anytime you meet someone new, you’ll wonder if it’s me. You’ll miss me. Crave me.”

I sneak a tiny flick of my tongue along her outer labia. She jumps, wriggles her hands between her legs, and pinches my hair between her fingers.

“No one will compare to me. Other men will never satisfy you. You’ll always wish they were me in the end.”

I steal another teasing lick. She digs her nails into my scalp.

“I’ll be everywhere, even if I walk away. You’ll never be free of me.”

I seal my mouth over her entire sex and groan as her sweet and tart flavor bursts over my taste buds. She yelps and jerks, dislodging me, but I dive right back in and explore every inch of her. I suck on her labia, flick her clit, dip my tongue into her entrance, and lap at her like a starving man at a feast. She’s delicious and perfectly responsive, pulling my hair as her pussy pulses and screaming in pleasure and pain as I nip her clit.

“That’s it,mia caramellina. Let go. Give me everything. Let me hear you scream as you come apart on my tongue.”

She does.Mio Dio, she does. She floods my mouth with her release as she chokes on a sob, but I can’t stop. I swirl, flick, lick, and lave until she explodes again. When I aim my focus on her softening clit, not pausing despite her labored breaths, she whines and wriggles in a wordless plea for mercy.

I have none.

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