Page 64 of The Bonventi Hitman
My hands instinctively search for what I desire and find it. I slowly stroke his cock in my hands. I hear his breath quicken as I run my hands up and down his long shaft.
His left hand slides down and pulls my panties down. His fingers are met with all my wetness, and he runs his fingertips gently up and down my openin, then suddenly pulls away.
"I'm not going to finger you," he growls in a low tone and releases my throat. He then grips a fistful of my hair and forces my face down on the desk. "I want this to hurt a little, Bella."
I gasp as I'm suddenly bent over. Without our foreplay, my body doesn't have a chance to prepare for his size.
"Spread your legs wider," he commands.
I don't hesitate as I widen my stance, my body obeying his every wish.
The wood of the desk is cool against my cheek as my breath comes in short gasps. Gabriel's hand is firm on the back of my head, pinning me down, controlling me. I feel vulnerable, wanted, and on display.
His hand comes down hard on my ass, and I gasp at the sudden sting. But it quickly turns into a moan as his fingers trace where he spanked me, soothing the pain into pleasure. He releases my hair and places both hands around my hips, gripping tightly as he positions himself behind me. He teases me with his cock against my entrance.
My mind is spinning, a whirlwind of anticipation and raw lust. These moments when I'm with him, I think of nothing else but him and how my body calls for him, desires him, begs for him.
One of Gabriel's hands leaves my hip, and I brace myself, expecting another sharp slap. Instead, I feel the head of his cock pressing against my entrance. I bite my lip to suppress a moan, but my body, quivering with need, doesn't allow it.
"Oh, fuck, Gabriel," I call out, my voice pure and raw.
"Tell me you want this," he says, his voice a low growl. "Tell me you want me to fuck you right here in this room and that your body is mine."
I can hardly form words, my thoughts scattered by the intensity of his huge cock sliding inside me. "I want it," I manage to breathe out. "I want you, Gabriel."
With a thrust of his hips, he fills me completely. I cry out, the sound echoing off the walls of the hidden office. The initialstretch is almost too much, a sweet burn that borders on pain. But as he begins to move, the discomfort gives way to pure ecstasy.
"Say that your body is mine," he commands with a deep, hard thrust.
"My body, oh fuck, fuck, is yours, all..." I say with everything I have before my words give way to moans. I can't speak. I can't think, and at this rate, my vision will give out as my body shuts down, choosing to focus solely on the pleasure of Gabriel's cock stretching me, filling me, as his body pounds against me.
Each thrust causes the desk to shake beneath me. His hands grip my hips tightly, his fingers digging into my skin as he claims me with such force that it leaves no doubt about my ownership.
I am lost in a million sensations, every nerve in my body alight with pleasure. Gabriel's pace increases, his breathing heavy. It feels like he's growing harder and harder inside me as my body surrenders to being stretched wider and wider.
"You're so fucking tight, Bella," he groans. "But you were made for me. Look at how well you take my cock."
My eyes roll to the back of my head from the pleasure he's giving me.
I've never thought of myself as the submissive type, but now, all I want is to be submissive to my master. For him to punish me, and to serve him and give him my body so he can experience the pleasure he allows me to have.
He's destroyed every aspect of my world and rebuilt it to serve him, and I wouldn't have it any other way. The pleasure he gives me only makes me want more from him.
As if sensing my thoughts, Gabriel reaches around and rubs my clit. The sudden burst of pleasure is almost too much, and I feel my orgasm building rapidly.
"Come for me, Sofia," he growls. "Come on my cock."
It doesn't take much as his words push me over the edge.
I explode around him, my body convulsing with the force of my climax.
My body quivers with the aftershocks of my orgasm, my breath quick and shallow. Gabriel's hand is still on my clit, drawing out every last ripple of pleasure until my body goes limp.
He withdraws his hand slowly. "Such a good girl, Bella," he says and kisses my shoulder.
I brace myself, anticipating the storm of his desire he's about to unleash on me. But instead of the hard, driving thrusts I expect, Gabriel slows his pace, drawing out each movement with excruciating control. He's making sure I feel every inch of him.
"Oh, fuck me, Gabriel," I whisper, my voice a plea for more.
