Page 16 of The Vatican
I pinned her wrists with one hand as the other reached down in between our bodies. “You need me to prove how good I am with my dick, Fiore?”
Her eyes widened, and she started bucking again. “Get off me.”
I ignored her.
Instead, I lifted my hips to make room for my hand, and I slipped two fingers inside the gusset of her panties. She was dry, but she wouldn’t be for long.
“Stop it!” she hissed. “Get off me!”
I leaned down until my lips were at her ear. “Don’t think you can ever challenge my manhood, and not pay the consequences, Fiore.”
My fingers started their journey through her plump folds, and soon they were sliding though. Saveria’s body was reacting to my touch, and my dick started throbbing painfully.
“I hate you,” she whispered with more passion than I’d ever seen before.
“I know,” I told her because I did know. Her hate was very real in this moment, but so was her arousal.
My teeth nipped at her jaw as I slid two fingers into her wet pussy. I almost groaned, but this was a battle of the wills right now. This wasn’t about how turned on I was. This was about proving to her that there’s more between us than an arrangement made by our parents so long ago. This was about proving to her that she wasn’t an assignment for me. I needed her to know that I wanted her despite that stupid betrothal.
I closed my eyes and whispered a silent thanks to God when Saveria’s hips moved to draw my fingers in deeper. “You like that, baby?”
“Benetti…”
My teeth clenched. I didn’t want her calling me Benetti. I wanted her to scream my first name. I wanted her to breathe it like a prayer the way she did that first night. I wanted us to be Francisco and Saveria, not Benetti and Fiore.
“Fuck, your pussy’s tight around my fingers, Ria,” I groaned against her lips. “I can’t wait to feel it wrapped around my cock again.”
She started moaning, and my fingers started getting sloppy. I pulled them out to play with her clit, her folds, her entrance…everywhere. I even dipped them lower to spread some of her cream across her tight puckered ass. When I went to fill her up again, I slid three fingers in her cunt. Her body bowed, but this time, it wasn’t to buck me off.
“That’s it, baby,” I coaxed “Cum on my hand.”
“Don’t do this,” she begged. “I’ll hate you even more, Benetti.”
I wanted to tell her that her level of hate didn’t matter. If she wasn’t going to love me, what did I care if she hated me a little or a lot?
Plus, I had three fingers deep inside her, and she was still calling me Benetti.
“I don’t care,” I told her truthfully. “I’m not stopping until you give me what I want, Fiore.”
I pumped my fingers into her deeper and her body started surrendering to the sensations of being penetrated and played with. Even our harsh breaths were doing nothing to drown out the wetness of her arousal. I wanted to whip my dick out and fuck her senseless, but I knew I couldn’t. This was a battle of manipulation, and I had to come out on top.
I fucking had to.
“Come on,” I whispered against her neck. “Give me what I want.”
“No,” she hissed, hating how her body was betraying her.
“Cum on my hand,” I commanded. “Cum all over my hand, so I can lick my fingers clean and have the taste of your pussy on my tongue all day.” She started thrashing around. “Cum for me, Saveria.”
“Oh, God,” she yelled as her cunt clamped down on my fingers and tremors wracked her beautiful body. “Oh, God…”
I finger fucked her through the shocks of her release, and when her body finally quieted to a slow twitch, I pulled my fingers from her soaked pussy, leaned back, and made sure she got an eyeful as I slowly licked my fingers clean of her cream.
She tasted of Heaven.
I wanted nothing more than to shove my face in her pussy and eat her out until she came again. I wanted to tongue fuck her cunt and nibble on her clit. I wanted to run my tongue over every secret she had, and I wanted to spread her wide until my tongue circled around that tight ass of hers. I wanted to be so thorough, I could identify her pussy in the dark and blindfolded.
When her body finally stopped twitching, I let her push me off her. She jumped off the couch and stepped back until what was left of the coffee table was standing between us. Saveria had her arms wrapped around her waist, and she looked…wrecked.
