Page 44 of Fastest Kill

"Enough or I'll come down your throat. You wet enough?"

She pulled her soaked fingers from her pussy and held them up to him. "You tell me."

Dario grabbed her by the wrist and sucked her fingers clean before yanking her up off the bed and into his arms.

"Fuck I love how strong you are," she said, wrapping her arms and legs around him.

Dario bit her neck. "Then you'll love this," he replied and brought her down on his cock. Frederica's nails clawed into his shoulder, the air driven out of her as he sank deeper and deeper into her.

"You're right," she gasped. "I do love that. Holy fuck. Again, Dario."

His fingers gripped her ass, hard enough to leave bruises. He lifted her up and down with a pace hard enough to make her breasts bounce, and nipples rub against the hair on his chest.

"Your tits are fucking amazing," he grunted, biceps flexing as he fucked her faster.

"I know," she replied, lifting herself up and down in time with his hip thrusts. "Your chest hair is going to give them carpet burn."

"Good. They will be nice and sensitive tomorrow. It will remind you every time they rub against your bra how much you loved my thick cock inside of you," he said, and it sounded like a threat. He shoved her up against the wall so hard that the pictures on the walls shook off their hooks, one falling to the floor with a smash of glass.

"You…pay for damages," Frederica panted. Dario braced her for balance against the wall, grabbed her wrists, and pinned them above her head with one of his big hands.

"You stop thinking about the hotel bill and fuck me like you mean it," Dario snarled and kissed her hard and bruisingly deep.

Frederica thrust her tongue in his mouth, tangling it with his. It was wet and messy and desperate, and she loved it. His hand moved from up her thigh and stroked where they were joined underneath.

"Fuck me, your pussy is so good. It loves taking a beating, doesn't it?"

"Y-yes," Frederica admitted. Most men never took her seriously when she said she wanted to be fucked hard. "Feels so good to be pounded and stretched the way I like. Most…too gentle."

Dario's smile went wolfish. "Don't worry. I got you, Spartana. I'll give you what you need. I fucking love that I don't have to hold back. You're the perfect fucking size for me."

Frederica really didn't like the sudden lump she had in her throat. She had never been told she was the perfect size for anyone. She had always been too big, too tall, too muscular. She bit him on the chest, hiding her face in case he read in her eyes what she was feeling.

Dario hissed. "God damn it, woman, if you keep biting me, I'm going to come, and I don't want to do that until you come first. I want to feel your cunt clench and milk my cock."

Frederica sucked a bruise on his collarbone then sat back to admire it. "Just so you remember me tomorrow."

Dario snapped, his grip on her wrists tightening, and he fucked her faster and harder, giving her the pounding she so desperately needed. His slick fingers ran from where they were joined to her ass and rimmed her. Frederica's pussy gripped him harder, a little shock of pleasure pulsing through her.

"Oh, you do like your ass being played with? Good," he whispered in her ear, before licking the back of it. Frederica let out an involuntary moan as he did it again.

"If you are planning on…trying to fuck me there…going to need a lot more prep…" she gasped out.

Dario's husky laugh sent goosebumps down her neck and arms. He nibbled on the skin behind the curve of her jaw. "Don't worry, Spartana. If I were going to fuck this tight little hole of yours, I'd make a day of it. I'd slick up a plug, and when I was fucking you in the morning, I'd work it in here." He eased the tip of his finger in her, making her moan. "And then I'd make you wear it all… fucking… day." He gently thrust it in and out, punctuating every word. "Every time you sat down, you would think of me, the fucking I had given you that morning, the fucking you know I'm going to give you in the evening…"

Frederica was coming harder than she had in her life before he had even finished talking. "Dario…" she cried out, clinging to him as her body shook and clamped down on him.

"Fucking hell," he groaned against her neck and with two more hard thrusts was coming just as hard. Hot come dripped out of her, covering them both as they shook, chests pinned tight together, hearts slamming in time together.

Frederica was shaking as he kissed his way up her neck before finding her mouth. He let her wrists go, and her arms floated down and wrapped around his neck.

They were still kissing when he carried her into the shower, turning it on with one hand and waiting until the water was warm before he pulled his dick free and lowered her to her feet.

Her knees buckled a little before she found her balance and leaned back against the cold tiles. Dario looked down at the little marks and bruises that dotted both their skin, a small, pleased smile on his lips.

"Okay?" he asked. Frederica managed a nod, but all the words had been fucked clean out of her. "Bene."

Dario got down on his knees, pulled one leg over his shoulder, and swiped his fingers through the come running down her thighs. The look in his eyes was hungry and possessive as he pushed it back in her. The lump was back in Frederica's throat, but she swallowed it down.