Page 63 of Captured Fantasy

“You want it to hurt your tight, little pussy, baby?” His chest burned against my back and his sweat dripped onto me, mingling with mine.

“Fuck yes,” I breathed.

“And you want to come on my cock like a good girl?” His nipped my neck and shivers of pleasure moved through me. “Want me to rub your pretty clit until you come like a fucking slut on my cock?”

My breasts ached, my pussy pulsing around him. I didn’t have the words, there was only desperate need surging through my body. I nodded, panting and thrusting back onto him, trying to fuck myself on his cock. He laughed softly, drawing back and slamming into me. His hand slid down my stomach and found my clit, already slick with my arousal. His expert fingers began circling it, warming the sensitive flesh.

I’d never been fucked like this. Not slow and hard, each movement so precise. The vibrations he sent through me with each thrust went straight to my core and sent waves of pleasure through me that made me wonder if I was coming. After all, I wasn’t sure what it felt like to orgasm with a man inside me.

“My God, I can feel you dripping down my leg, baby,” he moaned. “You always this wet or is it all for me?”

His hand circled my throat, bringing my body back against his chest.

“Only for you,” I whispered. “I’ve never been so wet before.”

He groaned into my neck, his fingers rubbing harder on my clit. Heat blossomed beneath his touch and pleasure tightened between my thighs. I was clamped down so hard on his cock it was a wonder he could move inside me.

My orgasm hit me out of nowhere, leaving no question about what was happening. I arced back and cried out and he clamped his hand over my mouth, not slowing his pace. Pleasure broke through me like a wave, throbbing around his heavy cock, my whole body shaking in his arms.

“Fuck, yes, baby, come for daddy.” His voice was hoarse and hot in my ear. “Fucking beg me to come inside you.”

Dimly, I was aware of what he’d said and I realized what he wanted me to call him. My guard was down, my body exhausted and drenched with pleasure. Desire pulsed through my veins like a drug.

“Come inside me, daddy,” I whispered deliriously. “Please, please, just come inside me.”

“Fuck, baby,” he groaned.

He went so hard that sparks danced before my eyes. I gripped his forearm, holding on tight as he let go, fucking hard. Driving into me with almost frightening passion. My God, I wanted it, I wanted him to let go so I could revel in his desire and let him use me until he was satisfied.

His cock jerked, expanding further, his pupils dilating as he met my eyes in the mirror. He groaned quietly and I felt the rumble through his body.

“I can take it, daddy,” I breathed.

My words had the desired effect. He swore and his cock stretched me painfully, twitching somewhere in my stomach. Even with other men I’d enjoyed this moment of release, but with Cosimo it was another level of ecstasy to know I’d brought him there.

His body relaxed and I let go of his forearm. His mouth skimmed up my throat, snaking out and tasting me. He turned my head, kissing my mouth, and pulled his cock from me.

I turned around, my body still shaking. “That was amazing,” I whispered.

He brushed my hair back, kissing me again. “Best fucking sex of my life.”

“Really?”

“Without a doubt.”

Reality hit me, washing away the euphoric, post orgasm glow. Federico was surely wondering what I was doing. I whirled and my sweaty face looked back at me, my makeup smudged under my eyes. He threw away the condom and put his cock back in his pants.

“I need to wash up,” I breathed. “Cosimo, you have to go.”

He brushed back my hair and nuzzled my neck while I frantically wiped my face with a paper towel.

“Jesus, even your sweat tastes so fucking good,” he murmured, his tongue dragging from my shoulder to my ear. “I’m coming to your house tonight so I can eat you until you drip down my neck.”

My nipples hardened again. “Cosimo, no, you’re going to get me in trouble.”

“Rico can fuck himself,” he said. “And I wasn’t asking, Mrs. Russo. I’m fucking you tonight and you’ll take it like a good girl and come for me.”

There was no arguing with him, even if I’d wanted to. I turned around, pulling my sundress straps over my shoulders. “What am I supposed to do about Rico? I can’t get out from under him yet, not while he’s my guardian.”

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