Page 82 of Forbidden Vengeance

“I love you too,” I murmur, my mouth moving back up to her ear before an idea comes to me. “Do you trust me?”

“Yes,” Elena answers honestly without hesitation.

Before she can ask me what I’m doing, I flip her so she’s on her stomach and I’m straddling her knees. My fingers spear through her hair, using it to drag her head towards me. It forces an arch in her back so she can’t move. Perfect.

“Do you trust me enough to do this?” I ask in a low hiss.

“Yes,” Elena gasps.

I hum as my fingers trace down her spine, then catch in the waistband of her pants. I tug them down and press a kiss just above her tailbone and her whole body shivers in my grasp. I softly laugh at how much I affect her as she affects me in the same way.

“Clothes off now,” I croon, palming myself through my pants. Elena smirks but obeys. She lifts her hips so I can help her pull her pants off and she quickly takes off her shirt, leaving her only in a matching black bra and panties. My mouth waters as I push her back down, hand between her shoulder blades.

“Good girl,” I say roughly as I unclip her bra, my fingers moving down to the band of her lacy underwear. I pause over her tailbone, letting one finger swirl over her tailbone before I turn my wrist and continue over the tiny scrap of material, following the seam all the way to her clit.

She’s soaking wet. I suck in a deep breath.

“You’re wet from having your hair pulled?” I ask incredulously, my heart hammering with excitement. But I don’twait for her answer. I gather her hair in my hand and move her head in a slow circle before I yank her back once more. She moans and my other hand is pressing against the wet patch on her underwear.

“Oh, we’re going to have so much fun, Elena,” I murmur into her ear before nibbling on her earlobe. “I want to hear you moan my name. Hear you cry out.”

My fingers get rougher over her clit and she cries out. I chuckle. “Yes,” I say. “Those ones.”

Elena’s breathing is coming fast and shallow now. Wanting to at least relieve her from her agony, I push her underwear to the side and stroke her bare pussy. She’s properly moaning now as I slide my fingers through her slickness.

“God, Mario,” she rasps as she tries to move her hips, but because of the position I’ve forced her into there’s little she can do. I will not give her an inch. I slowly push my fingers inside of her, biting back my moan at how wet she is, how her walls clamp around my fingers.

“That’s it,” I say softly. “You’re so tight and it’s just my fingers.” I slide them in and out, feeling wetness trickle down my hand. “God I could do this all fucking day.”

Elena starts to shake a little, her moans coming in short, broken cries. I pick up my pace and I can feel her clench around my fingers.

“Close already, Elena?” I laugh huskily. “Are you going to come for me? Come like a good girl?” I use her hair to tilt her face up to me and viciously kiss her. I gently bite her lip while Elena moans. My tongue slips into her mouth again and it’s then when her climax rips through her. I swallow her screams and moans in another deep kiss.

Once she stops trembling, I pull back and let her hair go so she can collapse against the bed. But I’m not done with her yet.

“Not bad for the first one,” I comment as I roll her onto her back and kiss her again. Her hands are suddenly everywhere as she unbuttons my shirt and I yank it off before letting it fall onto the ground. The rest of my clothes follow in quick succession, and then her bra and panties join mine on the ground.

“Beautiful,” I murmur as I bend down to kiss her, my cock straining against her stomach. She shivers, but I can’t tell if it’s from my cock or how it feels to be skin on skin.

“Do you want to come again, Elena?” I ask her, looking down at her beautiful body, her breasts heaving. “Do you want to come on my cock?”

“Yes,” she breathes, squirming a bit, and I have to bite my lip to stop from moaning. I hook one of her legs over my shoulder, then I lean over her again so the head of my cock is at her entrance. Elena is moaning again as my fingers tangle with hers, bringing them above her head and pinning them there.

“Good girl,” I say, then push into her.

She and I both moan at this first slide. It’s the most delicious feeling and I exhale slowly against her lips. Elena squeezes my fingers, and I can feel her body try to make room for my length. I withdraw and she whimpers.

“Just a little more,” I murmur and then I’m sliding in again. She jerks when I slide in deeper and I groan as I fully seat myself inside her. “Fuck, Elena. That’s it.” I start moving and I lose myself in the sensation of her wet, tight heat around me and the sounds of her moans.

I pick up the pace and release one of her hands, but she doesn’t move it. I lick my thumb and circle it over her wet clit. Elena arches at the contact but my other hand splays over her sternum, holding her down. I fuck her harder now and her face is contorted into ecstasy, her lips clearly trying to form words that she cannot utter.

“Fuck, Elena,” I gasp. The hand on her chest slides up and moves to her throat. “That’s a girl, that’s my fucking girl.” I increase the pressure on her clit at the same time as I press down on the soft skin of her throat. “That’s a good fucking girl. You look so fucking good like this, did you know that?”

My words only seem to encourage her as her hips slam into mine and she’s moaning wildly. “I’m going to come, Mario,” she gasps, her hands fisting into the sheets.

“Oh yeah?” I purposefully slow down my movements—one…two…three languid slides and then it’s hard and fast again. My fingers are relentless against her clit. “Fucking come all over my cock, Elena.” My hips move erratically as I feel my own orgasm start to build.

“Do it now, Elena,” I snarl as I slam into her one more time. That seems to be her undoing as she screams and spasms over my cock. It’s so fucking hot and I have no problem following her over that cliff, my own body jerking as I ride out my wave of pleasure.

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