Page 52 of Straightened Out

I brace my hands over her head, lay my body on top of hers and take her mouth with mine, shoving my tongue between her lips. She wraps her legs and arms around me and without breaking the kiss, I roll us over. I comb my fingers through her hair, angling her head and I fuck her mouth with the same finesse I used to eat her out.

She straddles my thighs and lowers herself, teasing my cock with that delectable pussy of hers.

“Take it,” I growl. “Take my cock inside of you and ride me.”

She doesn’t listen and so I grab her tits. I push them together and roll my thumbs over her erect nipples. She responds with another violent thrust of her hips.

My pretty ballerina, such a greedy lover.

“You want to play?” I grind out. “Let’s fucking play.” I lean forward, taking her nipple between my teeth and pull. She cries out, arching her back as my tongue circles the bud. Then I suck it hard. My fingers curl into her hips and I release her nipple, licking it softly. She lifts her body and positions my cock at the entrance of her cunt.

She starts to lower herself when I take back control and pull her down, making her pussy swallow all nine inches in one shot.

“Fuck,” I curse. She’s so fucking tight it feels like my dick is in a vice. I need her to move. “Ride me, baby, show me what you got.”

She braces her hands on my chest and circles her hips, sliding up and down on my cock. Her tempo is slow as her body gets used to the feel of me, but then as she stretches, her speed increases and it’s on. She fucks me like her life depends on it and it’s a beautiful fucking sight. I reach around her, gathering her hair around my fist and smack her ass with my other hand as her small tits bounce in my face.

Teasing me.

Taunting me.

Fucking wrecking me.

I bury my head between them, licking the smooth valley of sweaty skin. She cries out and rocks her hips. I can tell she’s about to blow by the way she clenches around me. I sit up, keeping her impaled on my cock, and flip us over. Her back hits the mattress and I take her legs, lifting them high onto my shoulders as I pull out.

Her cheeks flush with anger and she narrows her eyes.

“Rocco,” she hisses in protest.

Bending my head, I slam my mouth over hers and push my cock back inside of her. I pound her relentlessly, burying myself to the hilt. My mouth leaves hers and trails down her neck, sucking and licking.

Marking her.

Branding her.

Mine.

All fucking mine.

A bead of seat drips from my forehead and falls to her skin. I slide my hand between her legs, find her clit and after two strokes of my thumb, she goes off. Her body spasms beneath me as she fists the sheets and screams my name.

I pump and pump until my vision blurs and my balls tighten. I’m about to blow my load inside of her when I realize I’m not wearing a rubber.

“Fuck,” I growl and pull out.

I fist my cock, giving my shaft a few strokes and force my eyes back to her. Sate and catching her breath, Violet’s looks at me and only then, when our eyes lock, do I find my release.

Ribbons of white hot come spurt from my cock, decorating my hand and Violet’s toned stomach. That fire flickers in her eyes and becomes my undoing as she drags a finger through the come and rubs it into her skin.

It’s a sight I’ll never forget and when the last drop leaves my body, I release my cock and bend my head, kissing her slowly. Taking my time to love on her. To thank her for the peace she’s given me tonight.

She has no idea how badly I needed her.

It has little to do with sex and everything to do with how I feel when she’s around.

I got straightened out tonight and I’m on the verge of becoming the boss. But here, in this bed, I’m not the second coming of Victor Pastore. I’m just the man who made Violet Cabrera come twice. The man who gets up and grabs a warm towel to clean her. The man who plans on making her come three more times before the night is over.

Here, with Violet, I’m just Rocco Spinelli.

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