Page 15 of Vicious Secrets
Siro picks me up, forcing me to sit up as he sits my butt on his chest. “Sit on my face and give me what’s mine, Robyn.”
My eyes nearly roll back as desire washes over me from the possessiveness in his voice. I hate how sexy I find it. The last thing I want to be is owned. But here I am, mounting a mob boss’ face in perverted glee.
I lick my dry lips and look down at him. His shoulders nudge my legs wider, and he pulls my hips to his face, perfectly aligning my clit with his mouth. Every thought in my brain melts away as he sucks on the bundle of nerves. My head falls back as I moan. One of my hand’s fists in his hair, and the other finds the headboard. Eyes fluttering open, I catch a glimpse of his cock. Each lap of Siro’s tongue against my pussy makes him grow harder.
Fuck, that’s hot.
I lift my head and groan as my neck protests the change. Blood rushes through me, making me woozy and unintentionally grinding my hips on his face. Siro growls against me, his tongue probing my entrance like he’s taunting me. This time, I sway on purpose and earn a similar tease. But this time, it’s not a growl; the sound is an unmistakable moan.
“Yeah? You like being trapped by my pussy?” I whisper.
Siro shoves his tongue inside me. I gasp out. The slight stretch sends sparks up my spine and adds to the building pressure behind my clit. Casting a glance over my shoulder, I see a drop of pre-cum on his stomach and another bead on his tip. He loves this, and I wish I were taller to allow me to stroke him while he feasts on me.
“Fuck, Siro,” I moan, bouncing my hips in rhythm with his thrusts.
His tongue pulls out of me, and a second later, he sucks my clit back into his mouth, tongue returning to flick the bundle of nerves with wild abandon. I cry out, and stars threaten to burst before my eyes.
“Please, let me cum on your cock.”
Siro pushes me off his face, catching me before my back hits the bed and not seeming to care if I tear his hair out. I struggle out of his grasp and swing one leg over his hips. He falls back on his elbows when I shove at his chest.
I grab his cock in my fist and swipe its head along my pussy, coating it in my arousal. Siro chokes, and his elbows slide out. Lining up his cock, I sink down in a quick stroke. He did a perfect job getting me wet.
“Fuck, you’re huge,” I whimper and rock my hips to deepen the angle. He’s not completely inside of me. “Lay back. Let me take it all.”
Siro shudders beneath me, his muscles rippling from the intensity. “You’re too tight. Too hot. Too much,” he grunts.
His jittery reactions confuse me for a second. His touch starvation must be worse than I thought.
“First time bareback?” I whisper.
“Yes,” he says through his teeth.
I rise and slip back down, setting a slow pace to get him used to me. Siro trembles against me. “Did I create a monster?”
He releases a breathy laugh that might be a cough. “You... have no... idea.”
I shift forward on my knees, planting my hands on my thighs and rock back, taking his cock deeper.
He bends his knees and plants his feet on the bed, tilting his hips and hitting my g-spot with each thrust. Siro’s hands trail up my waist to my chest and cup my breasts. He catches my nipples between his fingers, rolling them gently like he’s unsure of himself. I arch my back, pressing myself into his palms to encourage him.
I moan and droop my head. “Fuck, yes, Siro.”
His hips buck up with a bit too much force, smacking his stomach against my clit and knocking a yelp free from me. It takes a few strokes for him to match my rhythm, but when he does, the world around us slams to a stop. We fuck each other like we’re using each other’s bodies. It’s far from tender.
Siro’s hands leave my breasts. His fingers find my clit and rub it in rough circles like he’s angry with me. The exact way I like it. My moans turn into whimpers, and those quickly devolve into mewls.
A scream rockets out of my throat and lights behind my eyelids as my cunt contracts around Siro’s thick cock. My toes curl, and my stomach muscles give out, doubling me over. I keep myself upright by planting my hands on the bed near his forearms. Each upwards stroke adds another wave to my orgasm and threatens to crush me into a boneless heap.
Siro hisses as if I’d pulled his hair. His hands find my waist, and his fingers dig into my flesh. My breasts bounce with each rough collision of our hips. I cry out as he loses control, fucking up into me with wild uneven thrusts. Siro cums with a shout and one last brutal buck of his hips.
Before I can register that I’m flying through the air, my side hits the bed. I let out a puff of breath and look around to orientate myself. I think there is more cum on Siro’s stomach than inside of me. He’s moved an arm to drape over his eyes, and the hand flexes in and out of a fist. Even in the low light, I can see every inch of his skin is flushed red and sweaty.
Either he came so hard he exhausted himself, or he drank more tonight than I noticed.
“You alright?” he asks in a raspy voice.
“I’m more than alright. I don’t remember the last time I came that hard.”
