Almost cruelly, I seize her wrist and yank her across the cab until her chest flattens against my shoulder and our teeth clash. I kiss her hungrily. Violently. I take, take, and take until the healthy rise and fall of her chest grazes my arm with her erect nipples and she’s breathless with need.
My lips on the shell of her ear send a trail of goose bumps down her spine, not to mention the words I speak. “Take your panties off. I’ll never make it through an entire shift without reaching for my gun if I ruin them so badly you have to work without them.”
“Gio—”
“Now,Valentina.”
She’s torn but also horny. The rapid incline of her pulse announces this, as does the scent that plumes into the air when she slowly rises to her knees to answer my demand.
With my hands stabilizing her sways, she pulls up her skirt until it resembles a belt, then tugs down her panties, which are shadowed with wetness.
I love that my kisses drench her so much that I can take her without preparation and not feel guilty about hurting her.
Once her pussy is bare and glistening, I jerk my head to her long-sleeved shirt. “Now your shirt. Let me see those fantastic tits.”
Dark locks swish against her back when she shakes her head.
I’m about to remind her that she can have the control anywhereoutsideof the bedroom, but her every want, need, and desire inside it are mine, but her backbone rises too quickly.
“No.” I’m so obsessed with the confidence in her tone that I can only stare at her in awe when she adds, “The drive to town only takes fifteen minutes. I want your cock pounding inside me for every one of them.”
I wordlessly confirm I’m on board with her plan by rocking my hips upward, stroking myself against her wet heat. The yearning glowing in her eyes hides the restlessness I’ve yet to combat. Still, I act oblivious.
I’ll get the truth out of her. I just have to be buried a minimum of nine inches first.
With my cock hurriedly removed from my pants, which are now huddled around my ankles, and her knees hugging my thighs, Valentina grips the grab bar she reached for earlier before slowly lowering herself onto my cock, inch by fucking inch.
My thighs bunch when she swivels her hips, opening herself up to me. It feels amazing, but since she’s a couple of inches off the nine required to push the narrative of our exchange, I clamp my handover her mouth, then use my free hand to tug her down two more inches.
She’s almost too snug, but the sparks the tight fit prompt are deliciously arrogant.
Valentina’s mangled scream dots my hand with condensation when I flex my cock, ensuring she knows exactly how deep I am, and then I lower my hand to her clit. Her whimper when I roll the nervy bud with my thumb tingles through my balls. It’s the desperate noise of a woman who hasn’t climaxed in months, as if the endless orgasms I’ve given her the prior three days were merely a prelude to how combustible our exchanges can be.
“Go slow,” I order when she gradually ascends, withdrawing at the same painstaking pace she used to welcome my cock inside.
She follows my command to a tee… until she reaches the wide girth of my crown. Then she slams down like the monster dick her sexy curves will forever inspire isn’t girthy enough to slice her in two.
“Christ,dolcezza.” My hands shoot for her hips as cum gathers at the base of my dick. I love when she loses control and isn’t ashamed by it, but this isn’t how our exchange was meant to be. I’m meant to be bending her will, not the other way around. “You feel so fucking good sucking at my cock and wordlessly pleading for its cum.” Her expression reveals the luscious soreness rocketing through her core when I meet her movements, pump for pump. “That’s what you want, isn’t it? My cum coating the walls of your pussy and ass. You want me any way you can get me.”
I palm her ass and squeeze when she nods.
“But that isn’t all you want, is it,dolcezza? You also want me to chase you and bow at your feet.”
Again and again, Valentina rises and falls on my cock, accepting a little more each time. Her pelvis grinds against my V muscle as the hue of her excitement spreads from her cheeks to her neck. She’s almost too tight, but my body ignores the bite of discomfort.
“Answer me.”
Our moans align when I fuck her harder and faster. I drive in deep, stuffing in every hardened inch of my cock until pain flitters in her eyes along with desire.
“If that’s what you want, there’s no shame in admitting that. If you want me to burn the castle, I’ll burn the castle. If you want me to terrorize the world, I’ll terrorize the world.” I grunt when the walls of her pussy clamp around my thrusting cock. “If you want me on my knees, kissing your feet, I’ll do that, too. You don’t need to run to achieve any of those things, Valentina. You only need to ask.”
My confession has her body going pliable under my touch and her head thrusting back.
Or was it because I said her name instead of her nickname?
As her hands brace the roof of the SUV and she thrusts her fantastic yet still-covered breasts in my face, shudder after shudder works through her wary muscles.
Her body convulses for several long seconds before the most beautiful expression I’ve ever seen crosses her face. She’s caught in the throes of ecstasy, and I’m barely one step behind.
