“I don’t give a fuck what your reason is.”
Desire overtakes my sanity.
All my attitude.
All my disdain toward him.
His hold still tight on me, he grants me an inch of space, so I can breathe without him nearly suffocating me. I run my tongue along the length and grin against his cock when he shudders.
I’m attracted to men who show what they want in the bedroom since I’m a woman who does the same. I savor the intimacy of pleasuring someone until they fall apart, moaning my name and orgasming so hard that they can’t stop thinking about it the next day.
I lick, kiss, suck on the tip and groan when he tugs on my hair.
“Put my cock in your mouth and suck it like a good girl before I shove it down your goddamn throat.”
His cock twitches when I take his entire length into my mouth and taste the saltiness of his pre-cum. His head falls back, his long fingers clenching into my hair, and I control my gag reflex when his tip hits the back of my throat. I’ve never sucked off a man of his size, a cock filling my mouth so deep, and just as I’m relaxing my jaw and hollowing out my cheeks, he pulls my hair back.
This man and my hair.
“Look at me when my cock is in your mouth.”
I do, and he stares down at me with hunger in his eyes.
I suck him, not caring about the consequences.
Not caring what people will think.
It’s Cristian and me.
The king and his sacrifice.
“Mmm …” he groans, slapping my cheek in approval. “At least I know my future wife can suck this cock well.”
He thrusts his cock deeper into my mouth, and his hand releases my hair, moving to the back of my head and cupping it. He controls my pace, rough and aggressive. “Just like that, Natalia.” His voice turns somewhat praising. “You’re going to make such a good wife.”
He drops his head again, his desire for eye contact crumbling as I push him to the brink.
“Fuck,” he moans. “Don’t move that sweet mouth of yours.”
At first, I don’t understand what he means. But then he grips my head so hard that I couldn’t move it even if I tried. And this beautiful but dangerous man fucks my face the way you’d imagine a man like him would.
Out of control, possessive, dominating.
Like he’s marking his territory.
I choke a few times, but he doesn’t stop his relentless pounding into my face.
I’m so turned on. Wetness pools between my legs. My heart skitters with desire. His cock swells in my mouth, and I wait for his cum, wait to taste every bit of him, but he suddenly stops.
“What?” I mutter against his cock.
He slides his cock from my mouth and grips my elbow. I yelp when he hauls me to my feet, but I stay that way for only a few minutes before he carries me to the bed and tosses me onto it.
Everything happens so fast. I’m in the middle of the bed, and then he closes his hands around my ankles as secure as shackles and drags me to the edge of the mattress to reach him. He jerks my legs apart before settling between them. His hand quickly glides up and down his cock.
Fast. Frantic. Just like his breathing.
Just like he fucked my face.
He groans loudly, the entire room practically vibrating with his release of pleasure, as he pumps his cum onto my stomach. Then, he’s the one falling to his knees—a view I never imagined seeing—and uses his elbows to spread me wider.
He plants his hands on my thighs, tight in his hold, and his head lowers to my core. I shudder, my body ready to fall apart as he traces a finger through my slit.
“So wet, Natalia.”
There’s no warning before his fingers—I’m not sure how many—surge inside me.
It hurts, but it feels so good.
It throbs, but I need more.
This was worth it.
So fucking worth it.
Now, instead of his groans filling the room, it’s mine and the sound of how wet I am as he thrusts inside me.
He slows his pace and softly kisses each of my thighs, shocking me that a man as malice as him can be so gentle. But then that monster returns when he bites into the skin, and I release a string of curses.
“Since you walked into my office that night, I’ve wondered how soft this pussy is.”
He sucks my clit before drawing a path down my slit, so close to my crack, and then his tongue meets his fingers, still inside me. He continues his stroking, his tongue accompanying each thrust now.
I learn Cristian is just as evil with his tongue as he is with everything else. Just as skilled and calculated.
I can hardly breathe, every pant becoming harder and harder as he eats, fingers, and bites at me. It’s rough but oh-so damn good.
Sweat slides off my body, and the wetness from between my legs dampens the sheets.
I cup his head similar to how he did me, only not as rough. No one can hold that amount of power but him. I ride his mouth as his tongue ignites every feeling in my body. He eats my pussy as if he were a man on death row and it was his last meal before his execution.
Cristian might hate me, might want me dead, but right now, all he wants is for me to come undone beneath him.
I moan when he stops licking.
“Who is eating your pussy, sweet Natalia?”
My body is nearly overheating as I arch my back. “You.”
“Who?”
“Cristian.” I push my thighs closer to his mouth.
“Who?” His voice hardens.
I slap my hands against the sheets. “I don’t know what the hell else you want me to say.”
My brain is hardly functioning, and he wants to play goddamn trivia.
“Your future husband.” His teeth dig into my skin as if he wants to rip it apart, and the pain only adds to my pleasure. “Your future husband is eating this sweet pussy.” He nips at the same spot. “Now, tell me, whose tongue is inside your pussy?”
“My future husband’s.”
Right now, I’d tell him every damn detail of the Lombardis along with my Social Security and bank account number if he asked. I am dying for his tongue.
“That’s fucking right.”
Another slow lick.
“And who is the only one who will eat this pussy?”
My nails dig into his hair. “My future husband.”
His hand cups me between my legs with a similar roughness he gave while fucking my mouth. “Who owns this?”
“My future husband.”
Jesus, I didn’t talk this much when he was fucking my face.
His fingers move inside me again, and he massages my pussy with his tongue.
Bursts of nonstop pleasure hit me again and again and again.
It’s good.
So, so good.
Gone are thoughts of death, of Vinny, of the mess I got myself into. The ways his tongue and hand are pleasuring me consume my brain.
“Don’t stop,” I moan. “I’m close, so close.”
He swings my legs over his shoulders, and his licking turns more relentless.
Warmth and waves of pleasure plow through me. My legs shake as he finishes me off, not letting loose until my entire body is trembling, and I’m moaning his name as if it were the winning lottery numbers I needed to remember.
As he slows his pace, he reaches up and levels his hand on my stomach, feeling my frantic breathing. He rubs his finger through his half-dried cum as he rises, coating the tip.