Page 46 of Of Desire And Deception

“Taste yourself on my tongue.” He plied my lips with his, and I opened to lick my salty sweetness off his tongue. I sucked, making him moan before he pulled away, panting. “Fuck, I need to be in you. Birth control?”

“IUD. Condom?”

“Yeah.” Cosimo stood, shrugging out of his suit jacket. The black shirt underneath stretched taut across his broad shoulders. “Come undress me.”

I crawled across the bed, holding eye contact as I knelt on the mattress and reached up to loosen his tie and remove it. My fingers trembled as I unbuttoned his shirt, Cosimo’s chest rising and falling heavily. Tattoos whorled across his tan skin, but I couldn’t make out the design in the dark. I raked my nails down his chest, and he hissed.

“You want to play rough, goldilocks?”

“Did you think you were just gentle?” I fired back, removing the black cufflinks from his shirt and pulling it down his arms. One of his arms had an intricate black design made up of tiny swirls that looked like branches or vines trailing down to his fingers. The monochrome look made one red part stand out against the rest.

“You haven’t begun to see what I’m capable of,” Cosimo purred, lifting my chin and drawing my eyes to his.

He kissed me again like he couldn’t help himself, then dropped his hands to his black leather belt. I couldn’t look away as he kicked off his shoes and removed his pants and guided my hands to his black boxer briefs. My fingers shook as I pulled the elastic waistband down, revealing his long, thick cock. It bobbed in front of my face, a viable threat to my vagina. An involuntary whimper slipped past my lips, and he chuckled darkly.

“You were right.” I watched as he squeezed his length in his fist. “You are too big.”

“It’ll fit, goldilocks.” He stroked from base to tip, and I caught the glint of metal along the underside of his shaft. “You’ll take every inch of me, and I’ll claim every fucking part of you.”

It was like my vagina responded to Cosimo’s voice. To the sight of precum glistening on the tip of his dick. I ached to be filled. Reaching out tentatively, I wrapped my hand around the length next to his fist.

“Yes,” he groaned, his hips flexing his cock into my hand. “Touch me, Wynn. Watch me.”

I moved my hand in time with his, learning how he liked it, feeling the metal barbells under my thumb. I paused, lifting his cock and examining the piercings more closely.

“Do they hurt?” I blurted, my cheeks burning with embarrassment.

He huffed a laugh. “No. They increase pleasure. For you, too.”

It was take it or leave it, so I leaned forward, running my tongue up the center of the bottom of his shaft. He gasped when my lips wrapped around the thick head of his cock, and he wrapped my hair around his fist, guiding me as he thrust to the back of my throat. I swallowed, trying not to gag as he moved faster, deeper.

My eyes watered, and Cosimo smeared my mascara with his thumb. “Beautiful tears. Fuck, that mouth.”

He pulled free and shoved me back onto the bed, bending to grab his wallet from his pants and withdrawing a foil packet. Trailing across his back were intricate, lifelike white peonies. I settled back on the pillow, admiring him and spreading my legs in invitation as he slipped the protection onto his length. He held his bottom lip between his teeth as he knelt on the bed, pushing my thighs wider and looking down at me possessively.

I closed my eyes as he ran the head of his member through my slit, sliding over my swollen clit. It made me impatient, and I reached down to position him at my entrance. “Stop stalling.”

“Be a good girl and take a deep breath for me, Wynn.” Cosimo batted my hand away and brushed his fingers across my lips, coaxing my mouth open. He nodded as I inhaled. “Perfect.”

My brow furrowed when my lungs were full. The man was confusing at best. Suddenly, his hand was around my throat, squeezing and cutting off my ability to breathe, and his command made sense. He slammed his cock into me at the same moment, and my lips parted in a silent scream. He didn’t fit all the way, even as wet as I was. I thrashed, and my nails dug into his forearm, but he held my hip, pinned me to the mattress by my neck, and worked his way deeper.

“More,” Cosimo grunted, his hips pressing forward, seemingly endlessly. “Take it all now. You can do it. Relax for me.”

His voice was soothing, and I forced my body to fall lax, resisting the panic welling up inside as my lungs began to burn. My heart pounded in my ears, the whooshing growing louder as my vision dimmed.

“Look at me.”

I fought the growing cloud of darkness and opened my eyes, focusing on the man deep inside me. The man who held power over my life, possessing me completely. I’d never felt so helpless and whole at the same time.

“Good girl.” Cosimo loosened his hold, and I sucked in breath after breath until my vision cleared. His hips shifted, and I felt his cock stop impossibly deep inside me. “There. I knew you were made for me.”

My voice came out hoarse when I spoke. “Too deep.”

He nearly crushed me with his weight as he pressed his body flush to mine, balancing his forearm by my head while he lifted my ass in a bruising grip and tilted my hips with the other, stretching me further. “There’s no such thing. I will demand every bit of you, Wynn. Take it all as mine. You can whimper, scream, and cry—fight me if you like—but you’re mine. And you love it.”

I opened my mouth to protest, but he was right. I did love it. The way he took control, the violence of our lust—it was fulfilling in a way I didn’t know I needed before that moment. So instead of pushing him off me, I yanked his mouth to mine and moved, circling my hips and swallowing his moan of pleasure.

Cosimo’s restraint broke then, and he fucked me wildly, pounding into me as we kissed. Our attraction was unhinged and base. Something others couldn’t understand. I didn’t fully understand it myself, but I knew it was right. I never wanted him to stop.

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