Page 67 of Dreadful
“Fammi entrare,dolcezza,” he whispers before biting my earlobe.
Open for me…
I shiver in anticipation and don’t think as I lift my thigh to let him squeeze between my legs. His mumble of approval makes me preen.
What is wrong with me?
I should stop this now, it’s too much.
But if he makes me come this way, there will be only ecstasy. My desperate need to let my body experience this without shame overrides my morals.
His fingers dip underneath my panties again and inside my core. I’m soaked, and he gathers my arousal to coat his cock. He slides through my wet thighs and along my center. I barely resist tilting my hips so he can push inside.
“You…want me…” he murmurs with gentle thrusts through my arousal.
I really fucking do.
But I shouldn’t want him, and I definitely shouldn’t like this…right?
In response, my hips meet his thrusts with the slightest of movements. With his massive size, I’m not sure he could enter me unless I open my legs wider. His fingers move from my entrance to massage my clit. I moan loudly against his hand, and his fingers work harder.
My arousal has made us a slippery mess, so I squeeze my thighs together to tighten my grip around his cock.
“Fuck, Tallie,” his whispered awe sends a thrill of pride down my spine.
I sink my nails into his forearm and swivel my hips to increase his pressure on my clit. My moans come in pants.
“Sever.” His name tastes delicious on my tongue.
My eyes snap open, and I lick my lips. He’s not covering my mouth anymore.
Now’s my chance to flee. If I did scream, Tony would hear me and come running. He’s always been a light sleeper. Even if he doesn’t, if Sever refused to let me go, I could just jam my finger into the wound I stitched up.
But I don’t want to do any of those things.
An exhale of surrender deflates my chest. I release the shame that’s plagued me my whole life, and I give in to what I want. What Ineed.
My hand drifts over my pussy, where his cock and fingers have teased me despite the doubts in my head. I push my palm against his fingers to add pressure, and I press my fingers over the head of his cock to add sensation for him. The position keeps him tantalizingly close to nearly breaching my core. When his tip just barely slips inside me and pulls out, my pulse goes haywire, and we both moan.
“Tallie?”
The world stops, until he shifts his huge body to envelop me further into his embrace, almost like the cage from my dream is back. I don’t want to run away this time. His lips brush my ear, and his warm breath caresses my neck.
“I’m awake now,vipera.”
His cock thrusts slowly between my thighs again, with plenty of time to stop him, as if to say, “Your move.”
I hold my breath and rock my hips back and forth.
That’s all we need to ignite.
His growl rumbles from his chest and into my back, vibrating through every cell in my body. He leaves my clit to wrap his hand around my inner thigh and lift it to rest on his leg. The new position allows even more room for his long cock to glide along my entrance and hit my clit. He doesn’t breach my opening this time, and I’m grateful. As much as I want him to turn me over and have his way with me, I’m not ready for it. He seems to sense that too, and he doesn’t attempt more.
My hand wraps around his cock to nestle him between my core and my palm again. It acts as a sheath when he begins to thrust again. Once we find our rhythm, his moves are fast and drag against my sensitive bundle of nerves with every stroke.
The hand he’d used to cover my mouth plucks my nipples over my T-shirt. I moan his name as he rolls a diamond peak between his fingertips.
“Cavolo, sei perfetta, dolcezza. Perfetta per me.”
