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“Do you need my cock,piccolo fiore?” I use the fistful of hair to force her eyes to mine. She doesn’t have to speak for me to know the answer. “Grind against it. Make yourself come for me.”
My hands continue to roughly squeeze at her tits and my teeth leave lingering bite marks across her neck and chest. Her fingers gripping my shoulders, her hips undulate against me as her breathing becomes increasingly shallow.
“You’re not a good little girl, are you?” I whisper while gripping her ass to help work her against my cock. “You want me to destroy you. To take your innocence.”
“Yes,” she moans, pulling against my tight grip in her hair.
“You want to be a good little whore.Mygood little whore.”
Her fingers dig at my shoulders, and I feel her hips beginning to work faster against me.
“Open your eyes,” my hand firmly tugs at her hair and her eyes open. “Keep them on me. I want you to see who makes you come.”
Grinding against my cock, her eyes flutter but she keeps them open - focused on me.
“When I fuck you like the whore you are for me,” my cock pulses against her arousal soaking through the front of my pants, “It’s going to hurt.”
I wince as her nails dig into my shoulders, a smile spreading across my face as I have the pleasure of watching her come undone this time.
Working my belt and zipper, I free my cock as she begins to come down. Hooking my finger into her panties, my knuckle grazes her soaked cunt as I pull them to the side. She cries out in a mixture of pleasure, surprise, and pain when I shove the entirety of my massive cock inside of her.
“I told you…it would…fucking…hurt,” I grunt out the words as I repeatedly drive myself forcefully into her. Every thrust working her up and down the wall as cries of absolute pleasure repeatedly pass over her lips.
Her perfect little cunt blissfully squeezes around my cock as I work her toward the edge again. I groan into her ear, “The next time I take your cunt, I intend to have you well covered in my marks first.”
“Please,” the word drags from her mouth as her fingers claw at my shirt.
Firmly gripping her ass, I drive myself into her to the hilt and she screams as she comes. Trembling in my hands and quivering around my cock, she does me in.
“Fuuuuuck,” I groan, biting into her shoulder as my cock unloads inside of her
ChapterTwenty-Six
ELLIE
Still deep inside me, with my legs wrapped around his waist, Sal carries me across the room to the one of the leather upholstered chairs at his desk.
Unwrapping my legs from him as he sits, I rest against his hips as I straddle his thighs. One rough palm softly strokes up and down my spine as the fingers of his other hand tenderly strokes over the bruises already beginning to form on my breasts. His head dips to my chest and I expect to place another yelp-inducing bite. Instead, I’m surprised when he places a single, soft kiss on each mark and bruise he left behind. When he is done, in contrast to how he removed it, Sal delicately slides my strapless bra back over my breasts.
Foreplay and sex with Sal is aggressive.
Demanding.
Blissfully painful.
Yet after…
As though someone flipped a switch, he becomes such a tender and compassionate man.
Both sides of him are so different, yet so perfect.
And the way he makes me…feel!
“Fuck,piccolo fiore,” Sal’s gaze drifts from my eyes to my body and back as he slowly shakes his head, “Sarai la mia morte.”
Tears well in my eyes as a looming dread of rejection swells in my chest. My lower lip quivering as I fight back the urge to cry, his name trembles from my mouth.
“Ellie,” his accent beautifully highlights my name as his knuckles drag over my cheek and he tucks the hair in my face behind my ear. “I’m not good for you. I’m going to ruin the beautiful, innocent girl that you are.”
