Page 48 of Dark Breaker

“Beg me to fuck you,” he says.

“Please, Fabio, fuck me!” I tell me.

He thrusts deep inside me. I groan in ecstasy, balling up the comforter on either side. He begins pounding.

I’m panting, wearing a lascivious smile as he continues hammering into me from behind. I began rocking my hips encouragingly in time to his rough thrusts.

It feels so fucking good!

He grabs the hair that drapes the left side of my head and pulls, wrenching my neck backward at an angle.

I glance over my shoulders at him. At that big, strong body rocking into me. Those abs contract repeatedly. The striations in his pectoral and shoulder muscles ebb to and fro, undulating with each thrust. His jaw is set in a line as he gasps between gritted teeth. His bicep is flexed while he holds my hair, and I can see an angry vein pulsing along its outer rim.

When I meet his hungry eyes, I see contempt flash there yet again, lurking just underneath the desire. Like he’s gloating, because he knows how much I want him, and how I’ll do anything to get him to fuck me.

I hate that he looks at me like that. Like I’m beneath him. Just some toy for his pleasure. Though I suppose that’s what I am at the moment. Because I certainly don’t want him to stop, not now, not when my release is so near at hand.

Maybe I’m looking at this the wrong way. He’s actually my toy, too. My dominating little toy, bending me to his every will, pleasuring me while I entertain him with my pussy.

Yes. I’ll just pretend he’s my personal robot. Fabio-Sex-Bot 22, Dominant Version. Be dominated and ravished to your heart’s content by his triple-action cock.

Too bad he fucks like anythingbuta robot. His fucking is passionate, intense. I can feel myself coming close to the edge. I want him more and more with each passing moment—just as long as I don’t look too deeply into those hungry eyes.

So I whip my head straight ahead and shout. “Fill me up!” I continue in time to each of his thrusts: “Fill me fill me fill me!”

He slaps my ass hard and obliges: I can feel the warmth spreading inside me as he unleashes his cum. My pussy contracts repeatedly around him and my body shudders.

“Fuuuuck,” we say in unison.

There’s nothing quite like climaxing at the same time.

I collapse on the bed.

He pulls out and drops down beside me.

“I thought you weren’t going to fuck me?” I taunt over one shoulder.

He shrugs. “Changed my mind.”

With that, he closes his eyes.

I have to chuckle at that. “Wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am, huh?”

In answer, his breathing changes. He’s fallen fast asleep.

I sigh, then roll over and close my own eyes.

Well, that wasn’t so bad. I could get used to this, I guess. After all, if his doggy style is this good, I can’t wait to see what else he can do.

I mean come on, with sex this good, who cares about everything else? I’m sure there are hundreds of married couples who never even come close to this level of sexual intensity. I should count myself so lucky.

And yet I can’t help but feel that I want more out of this relationship. This marriage. What would it feel like if we loved each other? Would the sex be different? Better? Or worse?

Is it even possible to love a man like Fabio, and for him to love me?

I somehow doubt it. Our relationship is going to be strictly physical.

And that’s probably for the best.