Page 45 of Captured Fantasy

I bit my lip, shaking my head.

“A pity,” he said. “It’s devastating.”

His touch brushed my pussy and I felt it slide down to my clit. I turned my head, burying my face to hide the flush creeping up my cheeks. I was soaked, helpless against the aching desire deep within my hips.

His pointer and middle finger nudged at my entrance, slipping through, and sliding deep inside. My vision flashed and I bit down hard, muffling a gasp against the bed. My God, he had big hands and his two fingers filled me perfectly, hitting the most delicious spot on my frontal wall. He felt my reaction and his fingers curled, stroking me gently as he pumped them in and out. The sound was shamefully wet.

“Turn around,” he said softly.

I sat up and turned, resting back on my heels. He stood over me, fully naked. My breath caught and my pussy clenched as my eyes dropped to his cock. Thick, cut, and halfway hard against his thigh. As I gazed at him, he hardened fully and a trace of wetness appeared at the tip. I dragged my eyes from his length and up his tensed stomach to his face. His dark eyes fixed to mine as he reached out and ran his fingers through my hair.

“Do you want it, Enza?” he asked.

There was something so soothing about his voice when it was hushed like this. He could have told me to do anything and I’d have listened, totally entranced.

I nodded. “Yes, please,” I breathed.

He was a lot taller than me and I found I could sit on the edge of the low bed and I was level with his cock. I took him in my hand. My God, he felt so good, so thick and satisfyingly hot beneath my fingers. I squeezed and his jaw tensed. That dangerous fire flared up in the darkness of his gaze.

I contemplated teasing him, but I didn’t have the self control for it. Instead, I bent and opened my mouth, catching the tip of his cock between my lips. His length jerked and I curled my tongue around it to keep it in my mouth. I heard and felt him growl, the rumble going all the way down to his groin as I sucked him in. My breasts ached and my pussy pulsed.

I’d never been so turned on by giving a blowjob. Usually it felt like a chore, something I had to get through to please the man who owned the cock in my throat. This was a totally different experience.

He was so big and hot in my mouth and the blunt head of his cock bumped up against the back of my throat. Offering me faint hints of saltiness. I felt him pulse through a vein running from his groin to his tip and I teased it. Eliciting a heavy moan from him somewhere above me. I felt his hard palm slide up my cheek and he gathered my hair up, holding it back for me as I sucked him.

I usually used my throat when I gave blowjobs so I didn’t have to taste it. But I found I wanted to feel him finish on my tongue. I wanted to taste his cum, to let the saltiness fill my senses before I swallowed him. He didn’t seem to mind that I wasn’t taking him all the way. I glanced up and he had his eyes closed, his head bent back, and his mouth parted.

I pleasured him slowly, drawing out his release until I knew he couldn’t take it anymore. I spat on my palm and wrapped it around his base and began sucking and working him with my hand. He swore, his fist closing in my hair. His cock hardened, throbbing on my tongue as I worked his underside with every stroke. With a harsh groan, he jerked and his cum spilled into my mouth.

My pussy throbbed as he emptied himself and I swallowed him down. Reveling in his sweet saltiness as I did. I kept his cock in my grip, lapping at him gently, until he pulled back. Too sensitive to continue.

“Fuck,” he said.

“Was it good?”

Instead of answering, he flipped me on my back and knelt by the bed, pulling me to the edge. His hot mouth was on me, his tongue cleaning the wetness from my pussy and upper thighs. His grip was so tight it hurt. Overhead the ceiling whirled and I lay there, depleted and desperate as he worked my clit with quick, steady strokes.

When I came, it was pure euphoria. The pleasure was slow this time, my pussy contracting in heavy pumps. He drew back when I was done and laid his head on the inside of my thigh, breathing heavily. I stroked his dark, thick hair through my fingers as we lay in silence. After a while, his breathing changed and I realized he’d fallen asleep on his knees with his head in my lap. Totally exhausted.

Cosimo Barone had fucked my body and my mind tonight without even putting his cock in me. And I was ruined for any other man.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

COSIMO

I woke alone to the faint scent of lavender and fresh cotton sheets. To my left, sunshine broke through the window, glaring in my eyes. My body was the kind of relaxed I only ever got from sleeping in a hotel bed. As I lay there, breathing in the scene around me, everything from last night came flooding back and I bolted upright.

The shooting, the smell of burnt flesh, the look of desperation in Amadeo’s eyes. I took a quick breath, forcing myself to keep calm, to move my mind on to what happened next. The memory of Lorenza’s mouth on my cock and the sweet taste of her pussy on my tongue was a far more pleasant start to the day.

Once I’d gotten a hold on myself, I called Amadeo’s phone. He picked up on the third ring.

“How are you feeling? The EMT I talked to yesterday said it was just a flesh wound,” I said.

“I’m fine,” he said. “Carolina is here with her family so I can’t talk long, but if you want to come up, visiting hours for non-family are from three to five this afternoon.”

“I can do that,” I said, sitting up. “Need me to bring you a beer?”

“Sure, but put it in a bag or something so the nurses don’t see,” he said. “I have to go, see you later.”

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