Page 19 of Vanished in Vegas

“Fuck me, Mr. Berlusconi,” I grinned, turning around. Antonio’s arm wrapped around my waist, he spun me to face him. He shook his head and smirked.

“I want to see that beautiful face while I fuck you.”

“Mmm. Yes, sir.”

Antonio lifted me up by my ass. My legs wrapped around his waist. He reached between us and positioned the tip of his cock at my entrance.

“You’re so wet, Baby,” Antonio moaned.

My heart skipped a beat and I sucked in an anxious breath, patiently waiting.

“Antonio,” I said, rocking my hips.

“Mmm. That’s it, Baby. Show me how bad you want me.”

“Fuck!” I screamed, when he thrust forward, burying his cock deep inside me without warning.

My pussy stretched to fit his size. Pain and pleasure ricocheted throughout my body. Wave after wave of emotion struck me.

Antonio held still. His eyes locked on mine. Worry sketched on his face.

“Are you– Were you a–” he stammered, making me giggle.

“No. You’re just fucking huge.” He replied to my words with a cocky grin. “If you’re so into yourself then you don’t need me.”

“What?” he looked at me in disbelief.

“It’s a joke, Lover Boy,” I smiled and nipped gently at his bottom lip. His cock throbbed inside me. Antonio and I both moaned from the movement.

“You’re so tight, Baby.”

“Stretch me.”

“Fuck,” he groaned.

He carried me a few short feet over to the wall. My back was now pressed against the wall. I looked up at him to find him grinning down at me. Not a typical grin. This was a grin that made a shiver run down my spine and my pussy wet.

“Remember what I said.” He kissed up the side of my neck.

Antonio’s soft kisses made me close my eyes to bask in the intimacy. Such a simple gesture, yet, it would have brought me to my knees had I been standing.

“Remember what?” I whispered.

He kissed my lips gently and pulled away. I opened my eyes to see what had pulled his attention away. He was staring at me. Intensity filled his gaze.

“By the time I’m done with this tight pussy, you’re going to vow to be mine,” he said huskily. There was no hint of amusement or cockiness. He meant the words he spoke.

“Yours?” I asked sheepishly. My cheeks burned. Not from embarrassment but from the unknown possibility of… romance?

“Tell me you didn’t feel the attraction at the wedding?” He began to pull his cock out of me. I started to whimper and protest, but he slid deep inside me once more.

My arms tightened around his neck, and I sucked in a sharp breath. He stroked his cock in and out of my pussy. Each time my pussy stretched around him. The pain became an unbearable pleasure. Etched in my mind for eternity.

“Did you not feel it?” he asked, freezing in place.

“Antonio,” I whimpered.

“Tell me and I’ll keep fucking you,” he replied. “Even if you didn’t feel it.”

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