Page 14 of His Little Spitfire

Her fingers tremble as she signs. Her name is barely legible, but it’s enough. The moment she drops the pen, it all but sounds like a plea for what her body needs.

“Good girl.” Growling the praise, I don’t miss the way a shiver rolls through her body.

Unable to fight myself for a single second longer, I part her lips with the tip of my weeping head and thrust fully into her suffocating, tight pussy.

One sharp gasp from her lungs morphing into a low groan is the only sound I need to hear to make me realize something I didn’t even think to cross my mind.

She could be a fucking virgin.

6

Eliza

It hurts, of course it does. However, everything that comes with Urzo Bertelli does. He gives pain every time he touches me, and this is no different.

Yet, my body screams with need, and I can’t even grit my teeth to contain my moans.

It’s fucked up. I should be fighting him, begging him to pull out. Instead, the low throb of pain is only making me clench around his cock as I ache for friction.

This isn’t going how I wanted at all. My first time was supposed to be full of sweet kisses, gentle words and light touches that make my body sing a pretty tune. Deep down, I wanted a sweet happy ending with the love of my life.

Yet, here I am, being split apart by a cock bigger than my fucking arm. I’m sure of it. Otherwise, how would he be making this feel so good by touching every single nerve inside of my body?

It shouldn’t feel good. I shouldn’t want this as much as I do. Later, I’ll blame this on it being in the heat of the moment. We’re both bound tight, the tension enough to make us both snap. We don’t want each other. Not romantically, anyway. This is just us caving to our need for sexual pleasure. It happens to the best of us.

The way my nipples tingle against the table and my pussy clenches around him, my body is all on board to move this along. To seek the release he just teased me with.

My hips move when he doesn’t thrust. He’s stilled long enough to threaten to clear the fog. Well, I don’t want it to be clear. Not now. I need him to finish what he’s started.

Cursing under his breath, he gives me what I want. Drawing himself out, I feel every inch he has to take away. “Fucking tight. You’re going to make my dick snap in half, princess.”

He’s hard enough that I believe him. Thankfully, he’s not as worried as he’s making himself seem. Why else would his hips move? Slowly at first, I cling to the pull and push of our bodies meeting.

“Please.”There it is again, that word. The one filled with need. I’m begging this man, something I’d never do if he hadn’t cornered me.

“Pleasewhat?” He sinks his thick fingers into my hair and tugs my head back. The stinging pain earns him a gasp from my lips, but my pebbling nipples pressing against the front of my shirt reveals my secrets. “Stop? Is that what you want me to do? Your pussy is begging for me, Eliza.”

He purrs my name in a way that makes me arch. Not filled with disdain or disgust.

The problem is that “stop” isn’t even in my vocabulary. Right now, it’s the last thing I want.

Fuck, what do I want? I don’t even know.

This pleasure he’s making me feel by the simple snap of his hips, that’s it. That’s what I want.

I tell him, not because I want to, but because his teeth find my neck. He bites me, returning the favor of what I did to his lip. Not hard enough to draw blood, but enough to leave a mark. He’s giving me a memento, something to remind me of what we’ve done. A reminder of my submission and the reward that comes with it.

Releasing me, his hand finds the middle of my back once more. Shoving me back to the table, he keeps my body from chasing the pleasure. Keeping me where he needs my body to be to set his own pace, his cock continues sliding in and out, using my juices to his advantage.

My body welcomes the invasion, clenching each time he thrusts. Nerves standing on edge, every shift, every movement, leaves me feeling on fire. His tongue was nothing compared to this weapon he’s pushing inside of me.

I can’t control my voice, or the moans that come with it. Filling the room with each slap of his hips against mine, all the noises flood together like a symphony.

We lose ourselves to the motion. Everything outside of the room doesn’t exist, not now. Not while we’re chasing… whatever this is.

Urzo touches more than just my back. Like he’s allowed himself to freely roam, he leaves goosebumps in his wake. Finally settling at my hips, I feel his fingers against my skin.

He curses under his breath, squeezing my hips hard enough to bruise. Groaning under his breath, the noises he’s making are doing the opposite effect of what I want.

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