Page 79 of Dark Breaker

I start in delight and can’t help the gasp that escapes my lips.

“You’re so fucking huge,” I tell him.

“You like how I fill you up?” he growls.

“I love it,” I tell him.

He begins pounding me. I hear the skin-on-skin slapping as our bodies repeatedly collide. I rock my hips back and forth in counterpoint, shifting away when he pulls back, moving in when he rams me. It’s like a duet all over again. An erotic, beautiful duet, like all the best lovemaking is.

His fingers wrap around my hips and I feel myself getting close.

But then Fabio slips out of me.

I glance over my shoulder to give him a questioning look.

He hauls me to one of the stools and I lean backward against the countertop while staying seated. He enters me from the front this time, so I can admire that sexy, chiseled body of his, glistening with the sweat of exertion. I let my gaze run across those tattooed muscles, and those ten pack abs. I run my hands along the hard grooves in the muscles, enjoying the feel of them beneath my fingertips. The definition of his ab muscles changes with each stroke, flexing and unflexing in time to his thrusts, switching between hard and harder.

I climax fast. “Fabio!” I shout.

But he’s still pounding into me. Hasn’t orgasmed yet.

“You forgot to warn me,” he complains.

I rock my hips back and forth encouragingly, hoping I’ll climax again fast enough to cum at the same time as him. I look up at that sexy, sheening body, and its not hard to get turned on all over again.

I lean forward and try to kiss his lips, but he straightens and lifts his chin out of reach. So I kiss his shoulders, and then neck, instead. He’s given me a few hickeys I’m sure. I want to give him some in return. I bite, and suck.

Fabio moans.

“Fuuuuck,” he says, pounding all the harder.

I bend over and focus on one of his nipples. It’s surprisingly hard, like his cock. Or maybe not so surprising: guy nipples aren’t that different from our own, after all. Well, save for the size.

I circle my tongue around that nipple, teasing, sucking. Then I lick across his chest. I love running my tongue across the striations of his pectorals, it reminds me of how strong he is. I grip those muscular shoulders, almost like baseballs beneath my fingers, and knead them while he fucks me.

I gaze into his face and see the desperate need there, the sheer desire, and I return it with equal ferocity.

He groans, leaning forward. I feel the warmth spreading inside me as he cums.

I’m close myself, and that brings me over the edge. I moan, cumming at the same time, squeezing my fingers tightly around his meaty shoulders.

Fabio sighs for a good five seconds, then slides off me. He lies down on the couch in the family room, and I follow him. I rest my body on top of him, nuzzling my cheek against his strong chest.

“Fuck,” he says, apparently at a loss for words.

“I know,” I agree. I smile up at him and I see the care in those eyes. I want to ask him if he likes me, but I already know that will ruin the moment. He doesn’t. He won’t let himself.

I rest my head against his rising and falling chest instead and close my eyes.

I realize I’m starting to fall for him. It didn’t take much. Him singing El Mariachi and then learning some bars of Asturias so he could play a duet with me basically sealed the deal.

It is too bad, though, that he’ll never love me in return. Maybe it doesn’t matter, if he can make me feel the way he just did. Drowning me in oceans of pleasure so that I forget everything else.

I close my eyes and fall asleep in his arms.

When I wake up I’m naked and lying on the couch alone. The sun is rising. I go to the window to watch it, but then realize I could probably get a better view on the rooftop.

I quickly slide on my panties and my midriff-baring shirt, and hurry upstairs.