Page 21 of The Italian Obsession
I close my eyes as the burn of his possession becomes almost too much.
“Look at me,” he whispers. I drag my eyes up to his.
“Open up and let me in. I need you.” His voice is hushed and calming.
As if my body only bows to his command, she opens a little, and he pushes forward.
“Kiss me,” I plead, reaching for him.
He falls down over me and stares at me for a moment as he brushes the hair back from my forehead. An unexpected tenderness runs between us, and his lips softly take mine in his as he pushes all the way in.
We stay still, my heart racing at his possession. Our kiss turns frantic. Oh, God, I need him, too.
“Sono rovinato,” he whispers.
“What?” I pant.
He smiles against my lips. “I’m ruined, Olivia.”
I lift my pelvis. “I haven’t started ruining you yet, Mr. Ferrara.”
He chuckles and pumps me hard. “Oh, yes, you fucking have.” He lifts me, and pulls out slowly before he pushes back in slowly. The sting of his large cock stretching me wide open is almost unbearable. We go slow for a while, staring at each other in awe. I’ve never had sex like this before. I’ve never been completely owned like this.
He begins to ride me with hard, punishing hits. The bed is hitting the wall, his teeth are on my neck, his hands are holding my legs back… his large cock is deep inside of me, stroking me—stretching me. He’s taking what he needs from my body.
Some men make love, but Enrico Ferrara fucks. He’s strong and hard… so hard.
The sound of my arousal sucking him in is loud. Our skin slapping together echoes around the room.
I’m tight and he’s big, but somehow it works between us. We’re like animals as we fuck. Nothing could stop us from taking what we need from each other.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he moans. “No, not yet,” he pants. I smile, knowing he’s trying to hold off his orgasm and can’t.
I love that he can’t.
“Fuck me,” I pant against his lips. “Harder.”
He lifts my hips and holds himself deep. He jerks hard as he comes in a rush, his throbbing cock sending shockwaves through my body as I clench around him.
We both cry out and come together.
And then he kisses me. It’s soft, loving, and tender. It causes my heart to free-fall from my chest.
He’s got things the wrong way around.
It’s me who’s now ruined.
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The sun peeks through the side of the drapes, and I frown as I wake.
I feel the warmth of a large hand on my stomach and look over in surprise.
Rici is on his side, facing me, fast asleep, looking like an Adonis. His dark curls and tanned skin are a stark contrast to the white bed linen.
I move my leg and wince. Oh, fuck, I’m sore. Sorer than sore.
He may have been gentle with me the first time, the other three times, not so much.
