Page 62 of Captured Fantasy

My hands were shaking as I stepped into the bathroom and let the door fall shut. My reflection looked back at me, flushed with glittering eyes. I braced the heels of my hands on the edge of the sink and shifted my hips, rubbed them together just to feel a little pulse of pleasure. I needed to come right now, I needed to get this out of my system before I went back to the table.

I turned, leaning against the sink, and lifted my skirt. My panties were soaked as I peeled them aside and slid my fingers through my slick folds. Pleasure pulsed in my hips as I found my clit and began rubbing it with frantic strokes. Tension began coiling in my lower belly, an orgasm building quickly inside me, forcing me to bite back a moan.

The door opened and I froze, looking directly into Cosimo’s dark gaze. He paused in the doorway, his fist clenching the doorknob so hard I thought he might shatter it. The expression on his face went far beyond hunger.

He surged forward, kicking the door shut and turning the lock. Then his body was on mine, crushing me against the sink, his mouth raking over my lips. He was hot and his hands were insistent as they pulled down the front of my sundress to expose my breasts. Pain and pleasure washed through me as he palmed each breast, his fingertips rough against my nipples.

I clung to him, the only solid thing in a sea of surging emotion and desire. His mouth was hot as it dragged down my throat, his teeth grazing where my neck met my shoulder. His tongue flicked out and then he bit me, holding me steadily by the throat as his hand slid between my legs.

He ripped my panties, jerking them down my thighs, and spun me to face the mirror. His dark eyes burned, his hair falling over his forehead, and his throat glittered with sweat.

My spine unfurled, pushing my ass up towards him. I’d had plenty of sex before, but right here in this tiny bathroom, I felt like a virgin all over again. This kind of desire, this desperate need to be taken, to give up everything—it was brand new to me.

His hands clamped around my waist. “Keep still for me,” he ordered.

Keeping his eyes on me, he reached between us and flipped my skirt up, exposing my pussy to him. He inhaled sharply and his fingers delved into me, the wet sound reverberating through the bathroom. Pleasure rippled through me and I closed my eyes, sparks dancing on my eyelids. His big fingers stretched me perfectly as they pumped in and out of my pussy.

He pulled from me abruptly and turned me around, lifting me easily and setting me on the sink. Our hands worked frantically together to unfasten his belt and unzip his pants. His cock sprang out, the hard tip wet with arousal. I grasped it, wrapping my hand around the deliciously hot length of him.

I wanted him in my mouth, in the back of my throat, but more than that, I wanted him to fuck me. To fuck me so deeply he would be stained on my body forever.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a foil packet. I stared down at it, thrown off guard. I’d never been with a man willing to wear a condom.

“You don’t have to wear that,” I whispered. “I’m on birth control.”

He looked at me and back at the condom. “I don’t fuck raw, Enza.”

“Wear it then. But I’m clean, on the pill, and I don’t mind if you want to go without it.”

I saw him battle with himself before he ripped the packet and slid the condom down his length.

“Feels fucking disrespectful to fuck you without it,” he breathed. “At least this time around. Next time, I want you raw. In your bed.”

I nodded frantically, deeply aroused by his consideration. He lifted my hips and his eyes remained fixed on mine as he dragged the tip of his cock all along my wet pussy. I whimpered, shifting desperately, unable to find the right words to beg him for relief. There were no words for desire like this, at least not that I had been taught.

His chest heaved and he thrust into me and I cried out at the shock of pain and pleasure as he sheathed himself. So completely there was nothing left except his heat stretching me, filling me with the most amazing pressure. He swore under his breath, his chest pressed against my face, and his hand curled into my hair. Clutching my body to him like I was something precious.

I whimpered, rocking my hips.

“My God, you’re so fucking tight for me,” he breathed.

I nodded frantically.

He pulled back, taking my face in his hand, bending my head back. His eyes were clouded with lust.

“You going to take my cock the way I’m going to give it to you?”

I swallowed, my throat dry. “Yes, sir.”

He began thrusting slowly, with gradual intensity. My breasts bounced with each heavy pump of his hips and he watched, completely transfixed.

“You look so beautiful when you take me, Mrs Russo,” he moaned.

His grip clamping down on the back of my neck. He began fucking up into me faster, bracing my weight between his hand and his body.

He was so deep in me it hurt and I gloried in it. Then, without warning, he pulled out and spun me around. His cock entered me from behind and I dug my fingers into the sink, holding on for my life. God, he was so big, so thick and hot. He filled every inch of me to perfection.

“Fuck me hard, Cosimo,” I whispered.

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