Page 89 of City Of Thieves

With a strangled groan, I lean against the headboard and fist myself, but after a few vicious strokes, I know it’s not enough. It will never be enough.

I needher.

She’s lost in a dream, while I’m stuck here in reality, with a fucking hard-on that won’t go away.

Gripping the top of the sheet, I slide it down her naked body, my cock throbbing at the sight of her parted legs and the strip of soft dark hair in between them.

Fucking beautiful.

Losing my jeans, I position myself between her thighs. Spreading her pussy lips, I trail a slow, torturous path from her entrance to her clit with my tongue, and I’m rewarded with a light gasp.

Still not enough.

I repeat the action again, spearing her, grinding my face against her before wrapping my mouth around her clit. This time, her gasps are a little louder, and she instinctively widens her legs for me.

That’s an invitation I won’t ignore.

Lining up my cock, I sink inside her, meeting no resistance. She’s wet already, her walls gripping me like a velvet fist.

I start out slow, pumping in and out of her with a measure of control, until her gasps turn to moans, and my self-control turns to dust. Gritting my teeth, I start thrusting, rocking her body into the mattress, with the need to possess her coursing through my veins.

Tatiana’s eyes flutter open. She whispers my name, and I slow my movements. Leaning down, I brush my lips against her cheek. “Close your eyes,dolcezza.” I feel her arms creeping around my shoulders. “Don’t talk until I tell you to.” Sliding my palm up her chest, I trace the delicate slope of her neck before wrapping my fingers lightly around her throat. “Just feel.”

“I’m not—”

“Do as I say.” With this, I grind my hips against her, making her so full of me, she groans out helplessly, her fingernails digging into my back. “I’m half a bottle of whiskey down, my dick is impatient, and we’re on a timeclock. “I’m not in the mood for banter, sweetheart. Now, close your eyes.”

This time, she doesn’t argue, and I resume my pace. “On the jet, I told you to watch us fuck. Tonight, I want you to feel it.” Leaning forward, I brush my lips across her cheek again. “And tell me every detail.”

She nods, and I pick up the tempo, my palm still wrapped around her throat. “Your pussy was made for me. Me, and only me. Mine to touch. Mine to fuck. Mine to taste. Do you feel how hard I am inside you?” Again, she nods, but that’s not how we’re playing this game. “Talk,dolcezza. Tell me how I feel to you.”

“You’re everywhere.” Her breaths are coming in short, uneven pants. “In me… Around me… Part of me...”

I can feel her pulse racing beneath my thumb, but it’s not from fear. I’ve come to know her body so well already. This erratic beat is from anticipation. It’s there in the arch of her back… The bite of her lip… The sudden gush of wetness around my cock.

“Tell me what you want.”

“I want you to always fuck me like this.” Her hands slide across my rib cage. “Like you’re hungry and savage for me. Like a…”

Say it. Fucking say it.

“Like an animal.”

I groan as I feel it too, a feral fucking need to claim her: body, heart, and soul. My grip tightens around her throat, and she curls her legs around my waist.

Then, I do exactly as she asked.

I fuck her like an animal, driving into her so violently I’m breaking and fixing her all over again.

Her nails claw my back again, digging welts into my skin. “Oh, God, Renzo….”

“Words,dolcezza,” I rasp out. “Use words, or I stop.”

She squeezes her eyes shut even tighter. “Make me come.”

“And then?”

Her breath hitches. “Make me yours.”