Soon, I was twisting against that belt trying to get free.
“Your pussy’s so good, I’m forgetting that I’m supposed to be punishing you.”
“Don’t punish me. . .” I panted. “Just make me cum.”
He growled low and the sound vibrated all the way down to my bones. “You’re so tight, so perfect for Daddy. I love how your sweet, wet pussy grips me.”
Soon, Gianni wasn’t just fucking my pussy, he was reshaping my soul. Like all the jagged edges inside of my spirit were being ironed out by the rhythmic pulsing of his thick cock inside my walls.
And I was lost in it.
Lost in the rhythm of his body.
Lost in his twisted power.
Lost in him.
Every thrust brought me closer to the edge of ecstasy that I craved—no, needed. His cock was stretching me in ways that took my breath away, filling me with his essence, intertwining our bodies and spirits as one.
This primal dance.
This orchestra of pleasure.
He groaned. “Every inch of this pussy belongs to Daddy.”
“Oh.”
He murmured into my ear, simultaneously driving his cock deeper into my core. “Let Daddy make you feel good.”
Those words sent sensual shivers of erotic pleasure down my spine and goosebumps erupting all over my skin.
I opened my eyes and through the veil of lust clouding my vision, I managed to catch sight of Gianni—his handsome face contorted with pleasure, his eyes locked onto mine as if they contained all the secrets of the universe he wanted to violently unravel.
The sense of intimacy in his gaze.
It all rocked my heart.
While our bodies were immersed in this wild, carnal dance, our souls were engaged in a waltz of passionate love.
This was nothing like the fantasies I had once held onto.
This was a beautifully twisted reality.
Raw.
Intense.
Unscripted.
Full of passion.
Full of love.
But most of all drowning in brutal possession.
Gianni was my reality.
The devil was taking what was his, and I would not fight it.
