Page 102 of Devil's Tulip

Finally, we reach the foot of the bed, and with a press of my palm to her lower spine, I push her forward. She lands face-first with a soft ‘oof’ before scrambling to flip onto her back, and then she’s staring up at me with eyes made of liquid gold.

Fuck me, she’s so hot. So goddamn gorgeous it physically hurts to look at her.

My breath catches, and I can only stare in entranced silence.

She sits up, impatience written in every line of her body, and scoots towards me. “What are you doing?” Her fingers hook into my belt, tugging me closer until I’m standing between her spread thighs.

I let her unbuckle me, my fingers diving into her hair as she unzips my pants and pushes them down. The material pools at my feet, and I shrug out of my jacket, my pulse hammering in anticipation.

I’m unbuttoning my shirt when she cups my erection through my underwear and presses her face against the bulge of my cock, inhaling deeply.Jesus fucking Christ. My spineliquefies, and I bow towards her with a guttural groan that doesn’t sound human even to my own ears.

Fuck, she’s becoming as unhinged as I am.

I love it.

Her hands slip into the waistband of my underwear and pull it down. I move back just long enough to kick them off before I’m between her thighs again, my cock standing proudly at attention.

She wraps her fingers around my thick girth, her touch firm, teasing. Then, with a slow, wicked grin, she flicks her index finger over the barbell piercing the head of my cock.

Shocks of pleasure-pain zap through my being, my body tingling from head to toe. Then, before I can react—before I can even fucking think—she leans in and swallows me whole. The sudden envelopment of my sensitive flesh has my head snapping back and a shout ripping from my lungs.

“Gianna—” Her name barely makes it past my lips before my control shatters.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

I yank back before I explode in her mouth, but her suction is so intense there’s a wet ‘pop’ as my cock slips free.

“Michael,” she complains breathlessly, blinking up at me.

“Can’t waste my cum,” I rasp, my voice wrecked. “Need it inside you.”

I shove her onto her back without finesse, too desperate to care. She’s still trying to crawl back on the bed when I attack the buttons of her slacks, my fingers suddenly clumsy and frantic. “Fucking hell,” I growl, finally getting a grip on the damn thing and yanking the fabric down her legs, panties and all.

My mouth waters at the wet, pink sheath waiting for me. “Look at your pretty cunt,amore. All mine.” I’m barely done talking before I dive into her, kissing and sucking right over her hole.

She screams, bucking with such force I’m nearly thrown off. I slam a hand down on her abdomen, pinning her to the bed as I feast on her without mercy. No teasing, no slow buildup—just plain desperation to get her ready for my hard cock.

Her fingers twist in my hair, pain blooming across my scalp as gibberish spills from her lips in moaned-out, broken syllables. Her knees press up on either side of me, toes curling into the sheets. When she comes, it’sglorious, and I lap it all up greedily until I can’t hold off myself another second.

She’s still in the throes when I rise up to my knees and thrust into her, yelling at how tightly she grips me and how her muscles contract convulsively around me. My eyes fly open—when did I close them?—just in time to see hers flutter open too.

As I lose myself in those pretty eyes, a strange calm washes over me, and the biting desperation recedes a little. It’s like now that I’m inside her, all the maddening urges are muted, replaced by something deeper. I cup her face, brushing my thumb along her cheek. “Sei la ragazza più bella del mondo e sono contento di averti rapita e di averti sposato prima che chiunque altro possa. Ora sei mia, Gianna. Per sempre.”

You’re the most beautiful girl in the world, and I’m glad I snatched you up and married you before anyone else could. You’re mine now, Gianna. Forever.

“Michael…” She raises her own hand to my face, and I lean down to kiss her, languidly pulling out and thrusting back into her. A strangled moan tears from her throat as her head falls back against the bed, effectively breaking the kiss. Her hand slips from my face to grip the sheets on either side of her head like she needs something to hold on to.

Almost compulsively, I reach for her and link our fingers together, holding on to her tightly as, for the first time in my life, I’m not just fucking a woman.

I’m making love to her.

And it’s sweeter than anything I’ve ever felt.

I kiss all over her neck, sucking her earlobe into my mouth as my pleasure racks up, higher and higher. I twist my hips, grinding against that spot that makes her eyes roll back, squeezing her fingers harder as her cunt almost strangles my cock. She cums, moaning my name so sweetly it wrecks me.

I’m right behind her, teeth sinking into the fading mark on her neck as I paint her womb with my cum—and hopefully, my child.

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