Page 21 of Tease

My mouth was dry, but I wanted him to know I needed this.

“Arlo,” I whispered.

His eyes flicked up to mine. He let go of my thighs to lean over me, placing both of his hands by my head.

“Yes,mia preziosa?”

I reached between us, running my hand down his bare chest. He let out a grunt when I wrapped my hand around his hard cock.

“Please give me this… now.”

I watched him swallow. It might be bold of me to demand it, but I wasn’t going to lie here and wait for him to fuck me. I wanted him inside me, and I was more than willing to make him aware I didn’t want to be teased. He told me he wouldn’t be gentle. He needed to make good on that promise.

“Come desidera la signora.”

He reached over and picked up the little foil packet.

“D-d-don’t treat me l-l-like a lady. I-I want it r-rough.”

I don’t think Arlo was expecting me to tell him exactly what I wanted without hesitation. People thought I was shy. I could admit at times I was, but it didn’t mean I let anyone walk all over me. Nor did it mean I was unable to voice my needs. The more comfortable I became with Arlo, the easier it was for me to talk to him. And right now, I didn’t want a gentleman. I wanted a man who would fuck me until I was a jellified mess on the bed, so wrung out from the pleasure, I couldn’t move any longer.

Arlo didn’t say anything as he ripped the packet with his teeth and sat up to roll the condom on. I watched him grip my hip, holding me down on the bed as he stroked his finger along my pussy with his other hand. I shivered at the contact. It felt so good to have his hands on me this way.

“So needy and wet for me.”

I didn’t have to say another word. He shifted over me, his hand between us to guide his cock to my pussy. I gripped his shoulders as he fit himself between my legs. The moment he slid inside me, I moaned at the sensation. He let out a choked breath as he pressed his forehead against mine and pressed deeper.

“Rina, fuck.”

There were no more words as he pulled out slowly and thrust back in. For a minute, he was gentle in his movements, as if making sure I’d adjusted to him filling me. Then he planted his hand down on the bed next to me, his other hand gripping one of my legs to wrap it around his hip. With the next thrust, all of his gentleness was gone. My breath was forced out of me as he picked up the pace.

“Is this what you wanted, hmm?” he all but growled at me. “Or am I not fucking you hard enough?”

I couldn’t talk. All I could do was hold on to him. My blunt nails dug into his shoulder, my body arching into his.

“I don’t think this is good enough, is it, Rina? You want more.”

Arlo pulled away from me. His hands went to my hips, and he flipped me over, pulling me up onto my hands and knees. The height of the bed made it necessary for him to cover my body with his so he wouldn’t hit the ceiling. He pressed his chest into my back as he slid inside me. His hand wrapped around my throat as he began to fuck me again. I gripped the covers below me, almost undone by the way he used my body.

“Is this rough enough,mia preziosa?”

“Yes,” I rasped, “don’t stop.”

His other hand slid across my stomach, holding me tight to him and making my body sing with the brutal strokes he was giving me.

“Arlo,” I cried out when his fingers moved lower and found my clit.

“That’s it, taking it like a good girl, aren’t you?”

The sound of our harsh breaths and skin on skin mixed in with my almost keening noises of pleasure. I didn’t care about how loud we were being. All I cared about was the way he fucked me. It was everything I’d ever wanted. Ever dreamed about.

His hand squeezed around my airway, making me choke out another moan. He didn’t let up in pace. I closed my eyes and allowed myself to drown in the sensations. To feel every inch of him pounding into me like a man possessed. The way he was fucking me and stroking my clit was pushing me closer to the edge. My hands had fisted the covers now, unable to do anything else but let this man take me under. I never wanted to come up for air ever again.

“Fuck,” I gasped when everything came crashing down on me.

My arms buckled. Arlo was right there with me as I almost face-planted the pillow. He pressed kisses to my shoulder, and then he bit down on it, sending more spikes of pleasure racing down my spine. I cried into the pillow, shaking with the onslaught of sensation waging havoc through my body.

“Rina,” he choked out a moment later before he bit me again. I could feel him shuddering against my back with his climax.

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