Page 68 of Vito

"I need to feel and see those magnificent, glorious tits." He pulls my shirt over my head and then quickly undoes my bra. He steps back, staring at them—full, round, and high—and my nipples are diamond-hard. "Fuck," he growls. "They really are made to bring a grown man to his knees."

He smiles and buries his face in them, slamming me against the wall again. The air is knocked out of me, both from the force of him hitting me into the wall and from the feel of his hands,fingers, mouth, tongue, and teeth on my skin. He worships my chest—kissing, sucking, licking, and nipping everywhere on one breast while using his hand on the other.

I arch into his hand and mouth, more pleasure and heat dumping into my blood. No one's touch has ever felt like this.

"I've never loved a pair of tits so much in my life." He sounds awed. "I need to feel your pussy, Eden. Will it be the same as with your perfect tits and make me lose my fucking mind?"

I help him undo my pants. I've never wanted someone's fingers inside me more. He bites my neck, as I grab his hand and urgently guide him down. When he cups my pussy, I moan; it's uncontrollable, low and guttural.

He groans. "Even this feels unlike anything before."

"Please," I beg, shifting my hips, trying to get one of his fingers inside me.

"I love that you're so greedy for me." He licks my neck. He squeezes my pussy harder, but he's not giving me what I want. I grind my hips, getting some friction from the heel of his palm on my clit. "That's it. Ride my hand." He leans back to look down at me, his pupils blown wide. "You want my finger now?"

"Yes," My desperation is an actual ache.

When he shifts his hand, I lose the pressure and contact on my clit. However, when he pushes a finger inside me, my knees buckle as I cry out, and he catches me around the waist.

"Holy fuck," he breathes as he starts to finger me. "How do you feel so amazing, Eden?"

As he fingers me harder, I tilt my head back, lost in the feel of the naked skin of our upper bodies and how amazing his touch feels. I moan, clenching as he sinks another finger inside me and plays with my clit with his thumb. "Oh my god, I'm going to come already."

"Fuck, yes." He sucks on my nipple, and he works me harder as I grind against his hand. "I want you to come on my hand, my face, my cock. Come for me, baby."

The rapid onset of the orgasm drills into mehard. I cry out as I spasm around his fingers that are pushing deep into me, and his thumb works my clit.

I've never orgasmed so fast before. I've been dreaming about Vito for months while using my fingers and vibrator to get myself off, but it never fully satiated me. My hazy brain insists that's why I orgasmed so fast and hard with him.

But that doesn't explain why I want more. There's no post-orgasm relaxation and contentment. I'm ravenous. I'mallneed.

I'm lost to my lust. I need his cock in me.Now.

I work to undo his jeans as he continues to worship my nipples and pussy.

He pulls away from me suddenly, and my chest heaves as I fight to catch my breath.

The flashlight still illuminates the narrow passageway we're in. The scars on his chest, stomach, and arms add to his dangerous strength as he fills the space.

I start to panic, thinking he's coming to his senses, but he kicks off his boots. Then he finishes undoing his jeans and lets them fall to the floor to reveal he's commando underneath and reveals his…

"Fuck me," I breathe, staring at his hard, thick length. "Holy saints of all dicks, that's a beautiful god-like cock."

He strokes it, kicking his jeans aside, naked and bare in front of me. "I don't have any condoms on me, but I'm clean."

"I'm clean, too. I can't get pregnant." My mouth is suddenly dry, and I push away the emotions that try to push in.

He continues to stroke his cock, staring at me with raw hunger. Then he smiles a devastating smile that promises a mixof heaven and sin. "If we're only doing this once, let's make it better-than-good, shall we? Strip for me, baby."

My torso is naked, and my jeans are gaping open, so I have little left to take off. I push away from the wall, then turning around, I bend over to undo my boots.

"You're bending over for cock."

I stand up slowly and look over my shoulder. "Right now, or I will be?"

He gives slow, lazy strokes to his thick, long length, and he licks his lips. "Both."

Cupping my breasts, I turn to face him, then play with my nipples, making him suck in sharply. When I pinch and tug on my nipples, he squeezes his cock, not taking his eyes off me.

---