Page 25 of Alessio

“You like getting mouth fucked, don’t you?”

“Yes.” I wipe the drool off my chin while smiling at him.

“Good.”

“Now you’re next punishment—breeding.” He slams his cock deep inside me. I’m so shocked by his words I almost don’t feel the slight pinch of my virginity being taken, but Alessio notices it and freezes. He stares down at me, pressing his hand on the sturdy wooden desk before kissing me hard.

When he pulls back, I flex my pussy around his length, ready for him to take me. He begins to fuck me like he wants, driving in and out of my core, staking me to the surface. Repeatedly he works my body, pumping his dick in and out, showing me how powerful he is as he lifts me off the desk and holds me midair, thrusting and fucking. Then he sits down in his chair, pulling down my top to latch on to my tits and sucking on my hardened nipples one at a time. I inch closer and closer, nearly coming with every roll of my hips as I ride his huge length.

“Bounce on me. Fuck yourself. Show me how much you need to be on this cock.” I rise up on my knees and lift my ass, popping my butt like a dancer in a strip club, twerking my booty and taking his cock in and out of my newly broken-into cunt.

“Fuck, I’m coming,” I cry out, freezing and shaking as my orgasm pulsates through me. He wraps his arms around me tightly, holding me close to his body while he pistons his hips up into me. With a growling roar, he stiffens his spine and fills me up. Alessio’s fingers flex around the back of my neck as he pulls my head down for a kiss. It’s a long, deep kiss, solidifying what we just shared.

“You’re mine,” he whispers against my lips as he breaks the seal between our mouths.

“Only yours.”

“Smart woman. I’ll kill anyone who thinks otherwise.” He kisses me again, trailing up and down my neck. “Fuck, I don’t deserve you, but I’m not giving you up.” Our bodies move slightly and I groan, feeling a light ache, and he looks into my eyes. “Amore, you’re going to get another punishment for not telling me.”

“Ooh, I’m so afraid,” I sass.

“When you’re tied to the bed, unable to move after coming all night, we’ll see how afraid you are.”

“Again…don’t see how I should be concerned.”

“I’m obsessed, little girl. You will never get away from me. Know this: no fight, no way in hell will I allow us to end until we meet our end. I’ve found you, and I’m keeping you. I’ve bred you. You’re mine.” He kisses me again, and I feel him growing hard inside me once more.

“Oh wow, you’re ready to go again.”

“I’ve been ready to go since I saw you get off the bus over a week ago.”

He stands with me in his arms without even an ounce of struggle.

He kisses my neck, causing a flurry of new sensations to race through me. I’ve dreamed of this, wanted this in the private recesses of my mind. Alessio has been invading my thoughts since we met, and every touch of his tongue, lips, and hands elevates me to a level of pleasure only he can give me.

We end up in bed where he worships me and then we lay there completely spent, my virginity a memory. Still, I don’t regret it inany way. Alessio has my heart and body, and there’s no going back. Even though my eyes are closed, I can feel his eyes on me, staring deep into my soul.

“Is there something you need?” I ask, keeping my eyes shut while trying to shake the emotional pull that he’s got on me. I’m so overwhelmed by the passion we shared. Is this normal? I’m sure that it’s the way most girls must feel. Perhaps I’ll get over it. Maybe I can sneak out of bed and go back to the apartment before he kicks me out. God, what if this is a thing for him?

Chapter Thirteen

Alessio

She looks scared, ready to run all of a sudden, as if something’s changed. I can’t believe that bullshit because there is no way in hell that I’ll let her get away. She’ll learn quickly that there’s no turning back. We’re one. She and I are meant to be together forever, and hell if I’ll let her change her mind.

I’m on her in a second. Her arms are pinned over her head, fingers laced with mine. “Look at me, June.” She opens her eyes, and I see the slightest hint of tears. “Did I hurt you? Do you regret this?”

“I should probably go.” She turns her head, trying to avoid looking at me, but I can’t take that from her. So I move her hands into one of mine and grip her chin.

“Not going to happen. I’m not letting you run away from us no matter what you got running in your head. There’s no fucking going back because it was a done deal the second you planted those soft lips on mine.” She can’t deny her feelings for me. I know this isn’t one-sided, and she sure as fuck wasn’t submitting to me because she was forced. Longing drove her to give her body and innocence to me.

“You demanded I kiss you,” she challenges, lifting her chin.

“You reciprocated, baby.” I dip my head and slam my mouth down on hers, and she immediately throws herself into the kiss, giving as good as she’s getting. Her legs slide up and down mine, turning this into more than it should, but I stop it before I lose control and drill her for a second time.

“See, baby girl, you and I are a done deal.”

“Done deal? What if you change your mind?” Is that what this is about? She’s afraid of my feelings more than her own.

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