Page 67 of Captured Fantasy

Heat surged in my groin and I slammed into her perfect cunt, eliciting another delicious wail from her lips. She was hot, slick, and so fucking tight. I dug my fingers into the softness of her hips and braced myself against the floor and began fucking her in a steady rhythm. I wanted her to feel the pain for a moment before it turned into pleasure. I’d found out quickly yesterday that Mrs. Russo got off on pain the same way I got off on inflicting it.

I found the perfect rhythm, bouncing her off my pubic bone with short thrusts. It seemed to be hitting the spot for her because she was gasping and whimpering, her fingers twisted in the quilt. I reached around, sliding my hand down her lower stomach, and worked her clit.

“God, yes,” she panted.

I spanked her clit once and she shuddered. “Don’t get comfortable, baby, this part is for me. You’re just a little fucktoy in pretty lingerie right now.”

I pulled out and flipped her over, caught off guard by her expression. Her violet eyes were blown and her throat and cheeks were flushed. She wasn’t just getting off on this, she was getting high from it. I hadn’t realized how much of an ego trip fucking her would turn out to be, but my God, no one else would compare after this.

My eyes raked over her, falling on the discarded scraps of her thong. I pulled her onto her knees on the bed and bent over her, gathering her hair into a ponytail with my fist. She looked up at me, her violet eyes wide, as I dragged my thumb over her mouth.

“Open for me,” I said.

She obeyed, a flash of her pink tongue visible past her teeth. My cock ached as I pushed her torn panties into her mouth and watched her bite down on the soaked fabric.

“You need out, squeeze my wrist twice. I’ll keep your hands free,” I whispered against her temple.

She nodded and I flipped her onto her back, covering her body with mine. I kissed up her throat, opening her thighs so I could sink into her tight, wet heat. She moaned against the panties as I began fucking her with long, hard, slow strokes. Her eyes rolled back and her hips shook with every thrust as I bottomed out. Her slick muscles pulsed, gripping me so hard it made my head spin.

I’d fucked a couple of virgins before, but I’d never felt any woman as perfectly tight as Enza Russo.

We fit together like she’d been designed only for me.

I slid my hand up her thigh, cupping the underside of her knee, and pulled her leg up. Opening her even more for me. Bracing my knee, I began fucking her nice and slow, every stroke gliding through her wet opening.

Before I realized what was happening, her stomach seized and she cried out through the panties. I ripped them from her mouth so I could hear her whimper aloud. The sound went right down my spine to my cock. Blood pounded in my ears and pleasure surged in a wave as I came hard. Pumping my cum into her with every stroke. The buzz it gave me to fill her up like this was unparalleled.

We looked at each other, our bodies shaking, and I let her down gently on the bed. She released a quivering breath as I pulled from her body and bent over her, brushing my lips across her mouth. She tasted faintly of pussy from having her soaked panties between her teeth. I ran my tongue over her mouth, licking the remnants of her arousal from her skin.

She fixed her gaze on mine, her slender fingers caressing the back of my neck. “I’m starving,” she whispered.

I laughed. “Well, let’s get you fed. You’re going to need it tonight.”

“Why is that?” She arced a brow.

“Because I’m just getting started,” I said, sitting up and walking to the bathroom to relieve myself. She trailed after me and paused in the doorway. Her gaze drifted over me, clearly fascinated.

“What? You’ve never seen a man take a piss before?” I asked.

“No, not really,” she said. “Gino was very private, even up to the end.”

I flushed the toilet and went to the sink. “I guess today was your lucky day then.”

She crossed her arms over her breasts and leaned her head back, laughing softly. I noticed something I hadn’t before, perhaps because up until now I’d been too lust crazed, too focused on getting her clothes off. I drew near, brushing her hair back and parting her arms so I could get a good look at her chest.

She bit her lip. “I know what you’re thinking.”

“Do you?”

She swallowed. “Yes, they’re fake.”

She was embarrassed, although I wasn’t sure why. Plenty of women had implants. I didn’t have a strong preference between real and fake breasts. They were all fucking hot, especially hers. I slid my hands up, cupping her right breast and tracing the faint scars on her skin.

“You don’t like them?” I said. “They’re really well done, I didn’t notice until now.”

“I used to be really flat,” she said. “But I didn’t personally have a problem with it. About a year after I married Gino he said he wanted me to get a boob job and I was raised to say yes to my husband so I agreed to it. I did manage to talk him down to C cups at least. The size he wanted wouldn’t have worked with my body.”

I stared down at her breasts, unable to wrap my head around her words. “So you don’t like them?”

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