Page 27 of Brutal Obsession
He eats with an expertness that announces his skills at giving head, and in seconds, he takes control of my body.
It’s a pity for him my brain is controlled by a different entity than my body.
“Who is she?” My shout reverberates throughout the penthouse and drowns out Giovanni’s noisy licks as he laps up the remnants of the orgasm I tried to stave off and failed.
I shake through the aftermath of a climax that makes me more angry than happy before I un-suction Giovanni from my pussy with a cruel tug on his dark locks.
He’s furious that I’m denying him. And his sneer is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
“Who is she?” I ask again, with less shouting this time.
I slap his hands away when he grips my thighs and drags me closer. It does me no good. Faster than I can snap my fingers, he lifts me onto his lap and notches the crown of his cock at my opening.
Although I hate to admit this, even with my anger at a pinnacle, my breasts grow heavy with desire at how easily he tosses me around.
His ease gives the impression that I’m weightless.
“Gio—”
“Valeria is a friend,” he interrupts, his tone a harsh bark. “A business associate.”
“A friend?”
He hums in agreement, and the vibrations of his deep timbre dart straight to my core.
Stupidly, I examine his eyes for any hints of dishonesty. I hardly know the man stealing my astuteness with a fantastic cock. I found out his name only hours ago, so how can I possibly know if he’s lying just by looking at him?
Insanity. That is theonlylogical excuse.
My inner muscles clamp around his thick cock when he enters me like we’re not in the process of an imperative conversation. I’m drenched front to back, but it still burns to take a man as well-endowed as him.
“Giovanni…” This call of his name is more a silent demand for comfort than answers. I’m stretched wide and painfully riding the crest of pleasure and pain.
“I’ve got you,dolcezza.All you have to do is let me in.”
I nod, naively believing his statement means more than unclenching my vaginal walls.
“Good girl,” he praises when I swivel my hips, loosening their grip.
He sinks in deeper, veering this wreck more toward pleasure than pain.
With one hand, he guides me on and off his cock, while theother stimulates my clit until nothing but the chase is on my mind. I’m sensitive all over, both mentally and physically, but content.Like that makes any sense.
As my moans turn into cries, Giovanni’s speed picks up. He plunges into me, harder and deeper with every thrust. I claw cruelly at his back, certain I’ll leave a mark. His brutal pounding gives me no choice but to hold on for the wild ride, but part of me—clearly the negative side—wants to leave a trace of my existence. That way, if I can’t read him as well as my hazy head believes, the signs a woman looks for when they believe their man is straying will be as obvious as the sun hanging in the sky.
Giovanni doesn’t seem bothered by the prospect of being marked by me. With his rhythm unaffected, he shimmers his shoulders, discarding his ruined dress shirt with an effortless shrug. Then he places my hands back on his shoulders before fucking me to oblivion.
Now the choice is completely out of my hands. If I don’t sink both my nails and teeth into him, I’ll scream so loud that my mother and aunt will hear. That’s how well Giovanni fucks.
“Oh… God…” I murmur through the tang of blood filtering across my taste buds. I bit him firmly enough to bleed, but I’m swamped with too much ownership to care.
I want him to wear my marks and know where I touched him for days.
Imagining him discovering my dental impression days after our romp denotes a bomb low in my stomach. An orgasm shatters inside me, but it doesn’t weaken Giovanni’s pace in the slightest. He continues to toy with my clit while fucking me deep and hard.
He drives into me on repeat until I’m overwhelmed again. I don’t conceal his brilliance this time around. I shout it for the world to hear, certain if I die from the exhaustion of too many orgasms, I want it marked on my headstone.
“Yes! God, yes!” I shout when the tension becomes unbearablefor Giovanni as well. My insides clench around his fat cock as spurts of his release double the wetness between my legs.
