Page 25 of Sexting His Son's Ex
“Good girl. You’re so fucking beautiful. I could stare at you all day. Just like that. Laid out before me for my eyes to feast on. Maybe I’ll do that one day.” He gives me a quick kiss on my left cheek, then my right. “I’ll tie you to my bed so I can do whatever I want to your body. Even if it’s just as simple as me sitting in chair so I can stare at you.” While he’s talking, his hands are wandering down my body, clutching my hips and thighs.
He groans when one hand goes to my ass, gripping one cheek so hard, I know there will be finger bruises.
“Your body was made for me. Made me for me devour, to taste, and to own. Isn’t that right?” He grips my chin, forcing me to look him in the eyes. “Isn’t. That. Right?” He asks again through tight, impatient teeth.
“Yes,” I groan, tilting my head back as he eases out, then slowly pushes back in, giving me time to adjust to the new sensation. “Oh, fuck, Santino.” My nails scratch down his back, my palms sliding over his firm ass.
He nibbles my earlobe. “Do you want more of me, Sweetheart? I’ll give you all of me. Every inch. Just say the word.”
“More,” I tell him. “More. Give me more.”
He wraps my hair around his wrist and tugs my head to the side, licking my throat. “Good girl.” Santino sucks on my flesh, then releases it with a soft pop. “You redden so easily. My mark is already showing. I can’t imagine all the ways I can make you mine to warn others away.”
Santino is gentle as he moves faster, his eyes, while intense and full of desire, there’s also concern that pinches his brows together. My own gaze doesn’t know where to look. I’m taking him all in, memorizing the way his muscles flex with every thrust.
He steals my lips again, his tongue twisting with mine. One of his hands wraps around my throat, his thumb toying with my bottom lip. “Fuck, you’re so goddamn beautiful. Say you’re mine, Jovie. Say it.”
“Yours. I’ve always been yours, Santino. From the moment we first met, I knew.”
Growling, he flips me to my stomach, spanking my ass so hard it burns. He drives into me, no barrier stopping him from fucking me. He yanks my head back, controlling me by the length of my hair. One hand grabs onto my hip, while he fucks me so hard the bed grinds into the floor.
“You’re so fucking tight. I’m going to fill this cunt with every fucking drop. I’m going to breed you, Jovie. Make you mine in every fucking way possible. Tie you to me, bind you to me, even then, the claim on you won’t be enough. I need all the worlds to know.” He curls over me, his mouth tickling my ear. “In every corner of every universe, in every star across every galaxy, you’re mine. Life in all forms on every planet need to know you’re mine. No one else can ever have you again.”
I moan, pushing back against him, needing him deeper.
His calloused hand slips up my back, wrapping around my neck. A surge of power runs through him. Using his strength, he presses me against the bed, and I have to turn my head to breathe.
“Do you hear how wet you are for me?” He covers my mouth to silence my whines, slowing his pace. “Goddamn it, Jovie, do you hear it? Fuck, I can’t get enough.” Santino’s fingers dig into hips, thrusting so hard and fast, I’m unable to keep myself on all fours.
My body collapses, my stomach flat on the mattress. I curl the comforter into my fists, twisting the material in hopes that it rips so I can release the aggressive need I have for him in another way.
“Oh, fuck,” He groans, pressing her forehead between my back, pausing his wild thrusts. “This position. You feel too good.” He kisses down my spine and licks up the column, gently biting the back of my neck. “You’re going to make me come. You feel too fucking good.”
I squeeze my muscles around him, grinning when he gasps. “I want your come. I want to be yours.”
His fingers drift up my sides, then down each arm. The sensation is light and tickles, but enough that it feels so good, my entire body responds in goosebumps instead of giggles. His hands engulf mine, his fingers interlocking with my own.
“You are mine, Jovie. You always have been.” He drives forward and a loud moan vibrates my throat.
He hits a spot inside me that ignites fireworks in my blood. He turns my head, his mouth landing on mine again. The kiss is messy, wet, teeth clinking, but it’s the best kiss I’ve ever had. There’s desperation between us, a need for more. Santino tugs on my bottom lip, and a masculine grunt of pleasure slips out of him, adding to the build of my orgasm.
“Jovie, come for me. Fuck, you have to come for me. Fuck! Jovie.” He buries himself inside me, every pulse of his thick cock shooting his seed into my depths.
And it sends me over the edge. My body tenses and a silent scream catches in my chest.
“Oh, good fucking girl.”
In reality, my orgasm is so strong, it pulls me out of my wet daydream. My come soaks my fingers and I arch my back, waves of pleasure tingling every nerve of my body. My thighs shake from the intensity, and I can’t seem to catch my breath. A sheen of sweat coats my entire body. I drop my arms onto the bed and wait for my mind to start working again.
I swallow, trying to coat my raw dry throat.
As the high of my orgasm fades, reality comes crashing down.
Once he finds out the person behind all of these messages is me, he will never want to see me again.
I have to enjoy it while I can. He’s the fantasy. The ultimate dream. And I’m willing to have him hate me if it means getting to experience his attention like this.
Snagging the phone, I watch the video at twice the speed, double checking that my face can’t be seen.
