Page 40 of The Bonventi Hitman
I can see a drop of precum on the tip of his firm cock, announcing his desire to be inside me. My chest goes tight at the sight of how large he is, and I feel my body responding, growing ready and wet to fully take in something so big.
Gabriel watches me for a moment, his dark eyes filled with intensity, hunger, and lust. He climbs back on top of me and moves my legs to be between his, his cock just outside my entrance. He takes his left hand and re-pins my hands, only this time it's much tighter. I couldn't move them even if I wanted to.
He thrusts forward and slides his tip up and down my vagina, teasing me. I shake with pleasure and move my hips, hoping to catch him, forcing him inside me.
"Tell me you're mine," Gabriel demands. "That you belong to me," he says with his hand wrapping gently around my throat. The pressure isn't uncomfortable, but it leaves no doubt who's in control.
"I'm yours," I gasp, surprised by how much I mean it.
"That's a good girl."
I lift my head so that my lips are inches from his ear and whisper, "Now show me what it's like to be owned by you."
With that, he enters me in one smooth thrust, filling me completely. I moan at the sudden fullness, my body stretching to accommodate him. He starts to move, his rhythm slow and steady, building me up. My arms go to grab him, but I can't lift them from over my head; he won't allow me.
I wrap my legs around him and pull him into me, wanting to feel every inch, wanting to feel him deep inside me.
He begins to quicken his pace, his thrusts intensifying.
I'm lost in the sensation of him moving within me, the connection between us more than I ever could have imagined. It's wrong, I know, and maybe that's why it feels so deliciously amazing. In this moment, there's only Gabriel and the intense pleasure he's giving me.
"Oh my God, Gabriel!" I scream, my voice raw and dripping with desire. He looks into my eyes and smiles as he continues to thrust harder and harder into me. Beads of sweat form on hisbrow as he works me and stretches me in ways I never thought possible.
I feel myself getting close and tightening around his cock as he slides in and out.
I hear his grunts growing louder and smile, knowing my body is giving him the same pleasure he's giving me.
"I'm going to come," I yell, unable to contain the levels of my voice.
Just as I'm about to climax, he stops, pulls out, and flips me over onto all fours.
His hand comes down hard on my ass. The sting is shocking but arousing. "Again," I plead, shocking myself with my own desperation.
He gives me one more slap before sliding back into me, and it feels like his cock fills me even more than before. He reaches for my hair and grabs it while he slams into me, my body shaking with pure bliss. He forces my head down, and I arch my back to keep him inside me.
He growls with intensity as he fucks me. My head is buried in the sheets. His free hand grips my ass, his thumb teasing my other hole.
I feel my orgasm rising, starting at my feet and working its way up. With each forceful thrust, Gabriel sends me closer and closer to the edge.
In this position, I truly feel what it's like to be owned by him.
My body tenses and explodes like nothing I've ever felt before.
"Gabriel!" I scream into the bedsheets.
He sends me spiraling over the edge, my body shattering into a million pieces. He continues his thrusting as I shake and ride my orgasm as much as the universe will allow.
As I come back down, Gabriel's cock feels harder, fuller, and I know he's close. I push into him as he thrusts one final time. I feel him shaking as he comes, and he falls on top of me.
He rolls to the side, and we lay there for a moment, both of us trying to catch our breath.
"Oh, Bella," he says, laughing with joy, "you're the sweetest thing I've ever tasted."
My eyes are still closed when he speaks as I'm trying to recover from the most intense orgasm I've ever experienced.
Hell, I didn't even think what I'm feeling was possible.
I open my eyes and brush the matted hair out of my face. After a few moments, I find the strength to prop myself up.
