Page 93 of Sins of the Orchid

“I need you inside me,” I moaned throatily. A tremor ran through me in anticipation. “Now, please,” I begged, undone by the burning sensation in every cell of my body.

My hands reached for his belt, undoing it, then his hands pushed the material down his strong, muscular legs. He kicked them off. His socks and shoes followed. My mouth watered at his beautiful golden skin. His strong body was ripped with muscles. He discarded his clothing, standing above me naked and a shudder rippled through me.

Taking a shaky breath, my fingers traced his abs as he leaned over, his body blanketing mine. His skin was as hot as fire. As I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, I hooked my legs around his waist, his cock against my slick entrance.

The feel of him hard and pulsing hot against my center created a longing, which burned through my body as hot as Hades.

“My cock will tear your tight cunt,” he growled, and my skin inflamed. I wanted to scream,yes, yes, yes.A shiver rolled through me, and heat sparked as he inched his way forward.

He thrust inside me, straight to the hilt and pleasure exploded. My breath caught in my throat as my pussy tightened around his thickness.

“Mine,” he groaned against my lips. “My Amore.” The way he claimed me made my heart ache and sing at the same time.

One hand moved to my throat, the placing of it so familiar, possessive, and exciting. It was a reminder that only Santi could do this to me. He pulled out only to thrust deep again.

My walls clung to his cock, needing him deeper, claiming me. “Yes,” I gasped. “Yours.”

Pressure and heat sparked through me as his pelvis ground against my clit. He pounded into me harder and faster. Each thrust took me closer to the edge.

“Santi, Santi,” I chanted. “More.”

He moved his hips like pistons, burying himself deeper inside me as he squeezed my throat. A shudder shook me as my inner muscles clenched around him.

“Your pussy was made for my cock, he groaned, his hands tightening around my throat. He pressed his lips hard against mine. Then as if he lost all his control, he powered hard, his lips sucking and kissing the curve of my jaw.

“Santi,” I breathed out, the dots swimming in my vision from the intensity.

He was riding my body, driving deep inside of me. His flesh slapped against mine, our grunts and moans mixing. Nothing mattered but this amazing pleasure he was giving me. He ignited my body, set flames through my blood, and my pussy clenched around him.

He flipped us over, my body on top of him then yanked me back down to his lips.

“Don’t you fucking dare come until I give you permission,” he hissed against my lips, his grip snaking up to my hair and tightening. My response was a moan as I rolled my body against him, grinding against his pelvis.

It drove me crazy when he ordered me around as he fucked me. Maybe something was wrong with me, but I loved it. Thrived on it even.

I was so close, so damn close.

My muscles tightened and my vision blurred. “Santi,” I begged for release.

His fingers dug into my hips, holding me in place as he drove his hips up to mine. His cock thrust deep inside me, my inside muscles clenching around him. Our bodies covered in sweat; my hair stuck to my neck. He was so deep inside me that I felt his cock twitch and white-hot pleasure shot through my spine.

“Now, Amore,” he groaned, thrusting up hard, his lips grazing against the shell of my ear. As if my body waited for his command, it unraveled, pleasure shooting through my body. My pussy clenched around him, his seed spilling inside me, my muscles shaking with the intensity of the orgasm.

“Fuck,” he rasped into my ear. “That’s it, baby. Let it go.”

His hands wrapped around my lower back, holding me tight as my body shuddered in his arms as the remnants of my orgasm ravaged me and wrung me completely dry.

* * *

The next morning, I reached for Santi but found the spot next to me cold. Slowly, peeling my eyelids open, I confirmed that Santi was not in bed. I lifted my head from my pillow, my hair falling on my face. I pushed it out of my face.

“Santi?” I called out, worry lacing my voice.

“Out here.”

I slid out of bed, wearing only boyshort panties and his shirt.

“I’ll be right out,” I murmured.