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“Open up for me.”
I part my thighs wider, needing his cock inside me with an urgency that's cloying. He cups his palm over his cock, then rubs up and down over it. Then, he moves up, his body covering mine. I grip his shoulders as he poises his cock over the entrance of my pussy. It brushes my clit, teasing me. I wrap my legs around him, pulling him closer, desperate for his cock.
“Please,” I whisper, and it's all the encouragement he needs. I see him smirk before he stabs into me in one hard, deep thrust, his cock stretching me wide in one brutal stroke. I scream, my nails digging into his back, the burn of his size almost too much, but so fucking perfect.
My core clenches around him, greedy, wanting every inch. His cock is so thick and pulsing, filling me completely, and the raw heat of it sets my nerves on fire. His breath is ragged, his muscles taut under my hands as they rove over his broad back.
I feel him holding still, allowing for me to adjust to his huge size, but I don’t want slow. I want him to wreck me, to fuck me until I’m nothing but sensation. I want him to fuck me into oblivion.
I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, my hips rocking, urging him on. He starts to move within me, slow at first, each thrust deliberate. His cock drags against my walls, hitting every sensitive spot. I moan loudly and shamelessly asmy hands grips his shoulders, feeling the flex of muscle as he drives into me.
The sound of the bed creaking fills my ear. The room fills with the wet, filthy sound of our bodies colliding, skin slapping skin, my slickness coating him, easing his way.
His pace quickens and he begins to thrust harder and deeper, his hips slamming into mine with a force that jars my body, my breasts bouncing, nipples aching for his touch. As if I'd communicated my thoughts to him, he grabs my breast, fondling and squeezing tight before pinching my nipple. I gasp and arch into him as sensations overcome me.
He’s relentless as he continues to pound into me, the thick head of his cock hitting that spot deep inside that makes my vision blur. I arch my back, pushing my hips up, meeting him thrust for thrust, desperate for more. “Fuck,” I gasp, barely coherent, my nails raking down his back, leaving red trails I know he’ll feel later.
He grabs my thighs, spreading them wider, angling himself to go deeper, and I scream again, the new angle sending sparks through me. His cock feels impossibly big, stretching me, owning me, and I’m drowning in it, in the raw, dirty pleasure of being fucked by a stranger.
His hands are rough, bruising my hips as he holds me in place. His thrusts are brutal and unyielding. I’m dripping, my juices slicking my thighs, his balls slapping against me with every drive, the sound obscene, driving me higher.
I feel myself nearing. I reach down, my fingers finding my clit, rubbing fast, desperate. He watches, his eyes dark and feral, his lips parted as he pants. My body’s trembling, pleasure coiling tight in my belly, ready to snap. He slaps my hand away, replacing it with his thumb, circling my clit in rough and precise motions. I cry out, my hips bucking, the sensation too much, too good.
“God,” I moan, my voice breaking, my hands fisting the sheets, clawing at his arms, anything to anchor me. He leans down, his chest pressing against my breasts, the friction of his skin on my nipples sending jolts through me. Then, he lowers his lips.
I gasp and it reverberates through our sticky body as his hot lips close over my nipple. I jerk off the bed as he suckles hard, his tongue flicking the tight peak with slow, deliberate swirls. I move my hands from his back to grip his firm buttocks as he continues to slam into me. He groans, the sound vibrating against my skin, and suckles harder, pulling my nipple into his mouth, teasing with soft nips that make me moan throatily.
He switches to my other nipple, his mouth greedy, sucking with a hunger that sends sparks straight to my core. His teeth graze the sensitive peak in a soft bite, and I cry out, my hips bucking to meet his. His thrusts are harder and even more brutal, the filthy sound mixing with my moans and the wet pull of his mouth.
My nipples are swollen and tingling, every flick of his tongue, every hard suck pushing me closer to the edge. He trails his mouth up to my neck and nibbles at the skin there. My pussy clenches around his cock. I’m close, so close. I dig my fingersinto his back. He sinks his teeth into my neck, marking me, and the pain mixes with pleasure, pushing me over.
I come hard, my orgasm ripping through me, the walls of my pussy clenching and convulsing around his cock, squeezing him tight. I scream, my body shaking as pleasure crashes over me like a wave, drowning me. I put my arms around him, holding me tight as the waves subside.
He keeps fucking me, his thrusts erratic, his breath heavy, and I know he’s close. I want it. I need it. I put a trembling hand between us to grab his balls. I squeeze it lightly and fondle it. I hear his grunt as my fingers cup around his cock, as they slide in and out of me. He grips my hips in a vise.
“Ah,” he moans.
Suddenly, I feel his control shatter. He thrusts wild into me, a low growl tearing from his throat as he comes, hot and deep. He keeps moving, slow, shallow thrusts, drawing it out, until he’s empty. His breath is ragged, his hands still gripping my hips hard.
He carefully rests his weight on me. He remains inside me. I feel the pulsing of his cock. I moan, my body trembling, spent. He pulls out and the loss of him leaves me aching. But I know that's it. There can be no more.
He moves from the bed to dispose of the condom and I stretch languidly like a cat. I'm thoroughly sated. I've just been fucked in a wild and dirty way by a man whose name I don't know.And frankly, I don't care to. Tonight, I’m not Serafina Rossi, not a mafia princess. I’m just a woman who's had her sexual needs met.
Tomorrow, we'll both disappear out of each other's lives, and then, I can worry about the consequences. Somehow, I bet there’s one coming.
1
Enzo
I slam my fist into the snitch’s face, and his lip rips open, blood splashing my knuckles like a fucking flood. He’s tied to a chair, some punk who thought he could talk, and I’m breaking him down.
Matteo’s right there, grinning like a sick bastard, slicing his knife across the guy’s throat, blood gushing out hot and thick. The fucker chokes, gurgling, and I smash my boot into his chest, ribs cracking loud. My blood’s roaring, every hit feeding that fire inside me.
He’s thrashing, spit and blood spraying, but I don’t give a shit. I grab his hair, yank hard, and punch his jaw. His teeth bust loose, clattering on the floor. Matteo stabs his gut, twisting deep, andhis guts spill out to the pristine white floor, wet and stinking, slopping at my feet. I’m grinning, high on the blood , the violence. I slam my fist into his nose and Gus cartilage pops like a twig. He screams and begs, but I laugh, loving every second.
I step back, my chest heaving as the adrenaline rushes through me, energizing me. Matteo takes over, slashing the guy’s arm, blood arcing wild across the room.
“Sing now, prick,” Matteo growls, kicking him hard as his chair crashes down with a thud. I grab a bat off the table and swing it down, smashing his knee. His bone shatters and I hear the crunching sound. He’s howling now, voice raw, and I’m buzzing, every hit a fucking rush.