Page 106 of Ruthless God

I heard more than felt him take a sniff of me.

“Delicious,” he growled before he buried his face between my legs.

I cried out when I felt his tongue on my pussy, my hands moving to the soft strands of his hair and grabbing two fistfuls, pulling on it.

“Massimo,” I pleaded when I felt his fingers plunging deep inside me. He fucked me with them as his lips closed around my clit, pinching it and jolting me. “God.”

“That’s right, baby. Does this feel good?” he asked. “Does it feel good when I play with your sweet little cunt?Mycunt?”

I nodded in agreement, tears pinching the corners of my eyes. It was his. Everything of mine belonged to him. He was the rightful owner, and how Ifuckingloved that.

How I fucking loved him.

His mouth and fingers worked ruthlessly over my pussy.

“Tell me,principessa. Does it feel good?”

He fucked me harder with his fingers as he asked the question.

“Yes,” I screamed out. “Yes!”

“Fuck, you have the prettiest little cunt. And so fucking tight. This is just for me, yeah?”

I nodded in agreement, even if he couldn’t see me.

He pulled out and slapped at my pussy several times, causing me to convulse over the pain and pleasure.

“Tell me,” he said darkly.

“This is yours. Only yours,” I said.

As if I could ever belong to anyone else. As if Massimo De Luca hadn’t ruined me so thoroughly, so completely, I no longer knew who I was before him.

My hips bucked against his hand, craving more of his touch. He chuckled darkly, pleased by my desperation.

“Such a needy little thing,” he purred, his breath hot against my inner thigh. “I love seeing you like this, completely at my mercy.”

“Please,” I begged, not even sure what I was asking for. More? Less? I was lost in a haze of sensation.

He growled, the vibration sending shivers up my spine. “You beg so prettily for me,principessa. But I’m not done with you yet.”

His fingers plunged back inside me, curling to hit that perfect spot. I cried out, my back arching off the wall.

“Not until you come against my mouth,” he said, pulling his fingers out and replacing them with his tongue. I closed my eyes as my legs shook, and I wasn’t sure if I would be able to hold myself up.

I pressed my palm against the wall, trying to hold my balance.

My body trembled, every nerve ending alight with sensation. His touch was electric, sending shockwaves through me with each caress and stroke. I arched my back, desperate for more contact, more of him. I barely felt it when the rain picked up. I wasn’t cold.

No, I was hot all over, and I needed more of him.

My climax came out of nowhere. I opened my mouth in a soundless scream as every part of me seemed to cave in on itself, and I just didn’t know what to do. I felt adrift. Like I was floating across the hazardous ocean water as the storm raged on, and there was no anchor to keep me steady.

Tears streamed down my face, mixing in with the rainwater.

I barely got myself under control, and still, it wasn’t enough.

“Please,” I whimpered, my voice barely above a whisper. I should be ashamed of how much, how badly I needed him. I was past that.