Page 54 of Prideful Union
“Because I’m not afraid to stand up for myself.” I grab his face, too, and bring it down to kiss me.
We stumble into the living room, both of us pawing and tearing at each other’s clothes. The one thing Santino and I can always agree on—having hot sex is the best.
He pushes me back onto the couch. I’m half-naked now with only my underwear on. Santino is shirtless. His chest muscles gleam in the light. God, he’s one fine man.
He growls and gets on top of me, kissing me like he’s dying of thirst. I kiss him just as eagerly back.
When he touches the waistband of my panties, he stops.
“Santino?” I ask as he sits up. Though I see desire in his gaze, it’s also tinged with wariness. “What’s going on?”
“We should stop.”
“What? Why?” My body is aching for him.
He looks away from me, not giving me an answer. I grab his face and make him confront me.
“If you want to stop,” I say, “fine. But tell me why. Otherwise, fuck me, Santino.”
His eyes bore into mine. “You want to be fucked?”
“I do.”
With a growl, he flips me onto my stomach and rips my panties off. I gasp. Being rough is not something new, but this position is. It’s exciting. Thrilling.
After pushing his pants down, he lines his cock up to my entrance. I arch my back, trying to get closer to him. I’m so needy, and I don’t even care. This is the one area we connect on.
Santino thrusts his hips forward and enters me. I moan, clutching at the couch. In this new position, he’s able to get even deeper inside me.
He grabs my hips and fucks me with wild abandon, and I don’t even care. In fact, I love it.
With every thrust of his hips, our bodies connect. The sound is vulgar and crude, but that just makes it hotter. I’m letting Santino take me this way. I’m desperate for it.
I moan as he sinks deeper into me. I love how masculine Santino is. How he’s not afraid to justtakeme.
Santino is quiet as he fucks me. The only sounds escaping him are low growls. I grow wetter at the sound.
It doesn’t take long until I’m coming. My inner walls clench around him as my orgasm hits me. It’s intense and powerful. The best one yet.
Santino joins me a moment later, filling me up with his seed. Good thing I’m on birth control, because otherwise, I’d probably be pregnant by now. I always knew I didn’t want kids, and I’m still firm on that.
He pulls out of me once he’s finished, and I gasp when he gives my ass a soft spank.
“Why did you pull away at first?” I ask, slipping my clothes back on.
He does the same. “I’m not sure what you mean.”
“Yes, you do. You pulled back. Why?”
“I just wanted to protect you,” he says, staring at me hard.
“Protect me from what?”
“It doesn’t matter.” He turns to leave the room.
“Santino, talk to me. We’re supposed to talk now, remember?”
But he doesn’t listen. He just continues walking until he’s gone. I’m left there feeling confused.
