Page 132 of Condemned By Pain
“You know my name now.” He drawls, parting my legs wider and delivering a sharp smack between them.
I cry out—a moan tangled up with the sharp jolt of pleasure.
“What’s my name, Princess?” Another spank, same spot.
I moan, the sound escaping louder this time.
“Salvario.”
He hums, then hits me again, lighter this time. My eyes roll closed. I moan, sinking my teeth into my lower lip.
“And what aren’t you supposed to call me?”
“Old man,” I breathe.
He hits me again, harder. I almost come.
My body trembles under the weight of a violent orgasm building. I lift my ass higher, silently begging for one more, but he doesn’t give it.
He caresses the area with featherlight touches.
“On your stomach. On the bed.”
I slide off his lap, legs shaking, and obey. He strips. I watch him over my shoulder. Our eyes lock—the hunger in his gaze makes me throb harder for the release.
Salvario
I climb onto the bed and tear away what’s left of her dress, baring her beautiful body. I loved this dress on her, it made her look like a red rose. The way she smells. The way she feels beneath my hands—like the softest petal of an untouched rose.
A rose that’s mine now.
The anger surges inside me again, a roaring beast. She’s fucking mine, and her father thinks he can marry her off to someone else.
I drag in a breath and force down the hatred for the King of the Underworld. I can’t stay mad right now, even if I wanted to. Not when she’s lying before me in a single scrap of fabric—drenched exactly where it covers her.
I trail my knuckles down her smooth, unblemished back to her reddened ass. Each cheek only took one spank, but it’s enough to make her bloom red.
I shift back and bend down, pressing my lips to the redness. With my thumb, I push the fabric aside, revealing her glistening pussy.Every part of her is beautiful.
I lick the wetness spreading from her folds. The taste is intoxicating. I lick and suck around her folds, leaving not a single trace of her sweetness behind. Then I part her lips with my thumbs. The scent of her arousal fills my senses. Wetness pools there, more gushing out. I push my tongue inside todrink from her. She groans. I work my tongue in and out, lapping at her.
She tastes fucking divine.
I lick from her entrance to her clit. She moans louder, then claps a hand over her mouth. The muffled symphony still pours from her as I drag the flat of my tongue from her clit to her entrance, push inside again, pull out, and trace my way back to her clit.
Her body starts trembling beneath me, her thighs clamping together. I push them apart again and grip her hip, pulling her toward me. I spit on her small hole, then move up.
She protests in broken whispers—“no—don’t—stop”—her voice dissolving into whimpers.
I grip my cock and push inside her, driving the protest from her lips, replacing it with a muffled cry.
Her slippery cunt swallows me whole, her walls clamping tight around my cock. I pull out and slam into her again. She buries her face in the pillow, moaning my name.I’ve never loved my name more than in this moment.
I bend over her, pressing my chest to her back. The more skin meets skin, the better it gets. I kiss her neck softly as I move deeper, faster, inside her. She turns her face to the side. I capture her lips with mine.
The kiss deepens the hunger in both of us. She bites my lips, my tongue. I respond by fucking her harder.
Her mouth falls slack. Her back bows, taking me deeper. Then her walls clamp down so tight it’s almost painful—and so fucking euphoric. She milks me dry. Her body takes every drop I have to give.
