Page 66 of Savage Vows

Over the next thirty seconds, maybe more, she takes more and more of me, coating me in her arousal.

Once she’s fully seated, I grip her hips tighter, my fingers digging into her soft flesh. “Fuck me, Alessia,” I command. “Show me how you chased your release.”

She rides me like she had the toy.

“Play with your nipples.” Passion is drowning me, making my voice a growl.

Closing her eyes, she seems to surrender, cupping her breasts, capturing her nipples with her fingertips. She rolls and pulls, and I place my fingers on her, forcing her to pinch harder.

She cries out, the sound part pain that’s drenched in ultimate pleasure.

Her head falls back, and her breaths are short gasps as she continues to rock against me. She’s getting wetter, and she starts to tremble. “Do you want to come, Alessia?”

“Yes. Yes, Matteo!”

I grab her hips, holding her still. “Not yet, little rebel. Show me how you fucked that paintbrush.”

She whimpers, her eyes meeting mine. “Please, Matteo,” she begs. “I need to come.”

“Not yet.”

Faster and faster she moves, her hips rising and falling. She’s getting wetter by the moment, and her body is shaking, but I deny her still, lifting her once more.

“Matteo!”

“This is punishment, little rebel. You’ll feel my pleasure, but you’ll experience none of your own.”

“I can’t. I can’t do this.” The words are punctuated with her cries. “Please,” she begs, her voice a broken sob. “Please, Matteo. I need to come.”

“Keep playing with your beautiful breasts.” I surge deep inside her. My body tenses as I chase my climax.

With a final, powerful thrust, I bury myself deep inside her, my cock pulsing as I come. I groan from satisfaction. I have never had sex with a woman so connected to me.

Alessia’s inner muscles clench around me. Her chest is heaving from her ragged shallow breaths, and she squirms in my lap, trying to create enough friction to find her release.

“Matteo, please.” She’s begging, the words a choked whisper. Her eyes are glazed with need, and her cheeks are flushed with desire. “I need to come.”

“I know you do, little rebel.” Her frustration, her desperation, fuels my pleasure. “But this is punishment. You were told your orgasms belong to me.”

“You’re evil.”

“Consider yourself fortunate I allowed you one.”

“I think that makes this worse,” she says miserably.

I lift her off me, settling her down on the chaise as I deal with the condom. Once I’ve disposed of it, I return to her. Herlegs are pulled close to her body, and she’s wrapped her arms protectively around herself. She’s still naked, her pussy glistens, her nipples are elongated, and she’s trembling with need.

“Let’s get you dressed.”

“You really …” She looks up at me, her eyes filled with disbelief. “You really are going to leave me like this?”

“That’s up to you, Alessia. I might be convinced to change my mind later.” I tip my head to one side. “What happens the rest of the evening is dependent on whether you keep me happy.”

“Has anyone told you you’re mercurial?”

“That’s one of the nicer things I’ve heard,” I respond easily.

Even though she’s frowning, she accepts my help up, and she wiggles back into her panties and leggings.