Page 47 of The Bonventi Rise
He sits up, pulls me to him, and kisses me, hard and demanding.
His fingers find my vagina, already wet and swollen.
"You're so wet for me, baby," he murmurs, his fingers circling my clit, making me tremble with need. "Tell me what you want."
"I want you, Sir," I gasp, my hips bucking against his fingers. "Inside me."
"Then be a good girl and get on all fours."
I obey his command and turn around on all fours so he has a view of what he likes.
Almost instantly, his hand lands on my ass with a sharp smack that makes me cry out.
"You've been begging for this," he says deeply. "Haven't you?"
"Yes," I gasp, my skin stinging where his hand landed.
"Yes, what?" He asks.
I bite me lip, "Yes, sir."
He spanks me again, the sound lingering in the room over my moans. I arch my back, pushing my ass up toward him, wanting to feel that pleasurable sting again.
He spanks me a third time and then leaves his hand there, gently rubbing the area. I like when he does that.
After a few seconds, he grips my hip, holding me in place, and I feel the head of his cock press against my entrance. He pushes in slowly, stretching me in the most delicious way, and I can't help but moan.
Once he's in me, he stays there for a moment, letting me adjust, but unlike before, it's not a slow start. It can't be—we're too far deep in our lust.
He starts thrusting hard, slamming into me. The force of it drives me forward, and I brace myself on the mattress, clutching the sheets as he sets a brutal pace. It's so raw, so physical—I never want it to end.
"Fuck, you feel good," he groans as each thrust hits a spot inside me that sends waves of pleasure through my body. I lower myself, arching my back and pushing into him, wanting him closer, deeper.
"Harder," I beg, grabbing a fistful of the bedsheets. "Please, Sir."
He growls, his pace quickening, his thrusts becoming harder, more demanding of my body. Our moans and gasps are loud, and I'm pretty sure all of Chicago can hear us.
I start to feel my second orgasm building—a tightening in my core, a heat spreading through my body.
"Come for me," he commands. "Come all over my cock."
His words send me over the edge. I scream his name as my body convulses around him, my vagina clenching and releasing as waves of pleasure crash over me.
He keeps going, his thrusts becoming even more erratic, and I can feel him getting close.
"Come for me, Sir," I gasp, pushing back against him, and that's all it takes. He groans, his body stiffening as he fills me with his warm cum, and then he hunches over me, his cock pulsing inside me.
After a few moments, he pulls out, and I collapse onto the bed, my body still shaking. He lies down beside me, pulling me into his arms, and I can feel his heart pounding against my back. Neither of us speaks.
I feel a warmth spread through me that has nothing to do with the physical pleasure he just gave me. There's a connection here, a vulnerability that I've never felt with anyone else.
I turn to look at him.
"So, that was amazing," I say with a smile.
He kisses me on the forehead. "It's because you're amazing."
"I mean, you're already sleeping with me. You don't need to lie," I say, giggling.
