He doesn’t respond, but I know he hears me, because he tosses the unopened wrapper to the floor. He then finishes unbuttoning his pants, sliding them down, along with his boxers, revealing his impressive, already hardened length.
I bite my bottom lip, admiring his thick, long shaft as I notice the length of him has an intentional pattern to it. At first, it looks to be a piercing, but there is nothing that protrudes through. As I look closer, I see that the almost ribbed-like texture seems to be coming from beneath the skin of his shaft.
A Devilish grin forms as he notices my eyes studying his length. He hovers over me as I lay there in torturous anticipation.
“I want to feel you dripping on my cock,mi reina,” he says as he begins kissing my neck before traveling down to my collarbone. “Can you do that for me, pretty girl?”
I nod, then realizing I am still in my dress, but before I can sit up to try to take it off, the distinct sound of fabric ripping hits my ear.
His strong hands tear at the mesh fabric on the top of my dress, and like a ravenous beast, he doesn’t stop. He keeps tearing the fabric, until I am left in literal shreds, aching more than ever for him to be inside me.
“Stop teasing me,” I beg as I reach for his thick shaft, running my hand from the base to the tip. “You have me here, now fuck me,” I pant in desperate need for him to take this ache I feel away from me.
As if he didn’t seem ravenous already, somehow, hearing me vocalize the need for him to fuck me sends him into a fury.
“Be careful what you wish for,” he warns, gripping my hips with both his hands before raising me and flipping me around so I am on all fours before him.
He slams his length inside of me, causing me to flinch as I adjust to how deeply he penetrates me. Once he is fully inside, my walls accommodate his length, willingly. I don’t know what is more impressive, the size of his length or the texture of it. As he moves at a feverish pace, I begin dripping, feeling the strategically placed grooves that are scattered throughout his length working me.
I let out a moan as he grabs my hair that is draped over my face, blocking my vision. He yanks my hair, wrapping it around his fist as he lifts my upper body while still inside of me so that he can kiss my neck as he ravishes my insides. He continues like this for a few more thrusts and then he releases the hand on my hip that his watch is on. He directs his attention to it, beginning to swipe, while maintaining his skillful pace inside of me, working me with his ribbed shaft. Confused, I try to turn from the tight grip he still has on my hair to look up at him.
“Don’t worry,mi reina, this won’t hurt … that much.” He clicks his tongue as he swipes something on his watch. Before I can process what he is referring to, I feel an intense rattling sensation inside of me. His thrusts intensify, as does the rhythm of whatever is vibrating. The unique texture of him not only massages my insides, but it also begins to shake me internally. His thrusts pick up pace, now matching the tempo of the vibration that is taking over my walls.
“Carmine,” I moan.
He lets go of my hair as he immediately brings his hand over to my clit. Between the circular motions of his fingers on my clit mixed with his skillful plunges inside me with this indescribable beat of his dick, it’s just too much. It’s too good. I yelp an unrecognizable sound of pleasure, one I didn’t even know I was capable of, as I am close to finishing.
His digits glide around my sweet spot as they are now slicked with immense arousal. “That’s it,mi reina, surrender to me,” he grunts, continuing to work me into oblivion. “Give in to me.”
The sensation of him inside me feels like a darkness is claiming me. Taking my soul with each thrust. I lose track of time as I lose the will to hold in the climax beginning to mount in me. I give into it, surrendering my body to him and as my release begins, capturing his length within my walls.
As I finish, he brings his watch back up into view, feverishly swiping the screen, making the vibrating cease. Instead, I am met with the equally pleasurable natural pulsing of his length as he pours his venom in me.
He is still inside of me as we both are lost in a heated, post-orgasm bliss, when a loud crash comes from what sounds like upstairs. Nada begins aggressively barking in response to whatever the commotion is. Carmine pulls out of me, with his dick still glistening from our combined arousal. He slips on his pants with a troubled look on his face. Grabbing the pistol, he had hidden behind a painting near the window, he tosses his white shirt and jacket from the floor in my direction.
“Here, put these on and shut the door behind me. Do not leave this room until Eric comes in to get you. He should be waiting outside to bring you home. I will go get him. Do you understand me?” he urges.
I nod, trying to process what the fuck just happened. I have questions, like what is that magic that is his vibrating dick? What is that noise? All of it. I don’t want this to end yet. I guess I’ll find out after.
Pistol in hand, he slides open the door before looking back at me once more. “Told you it wouldn’t hurt,” he hisses with a smug expression as he vanishes into the dark hallway.
I shut the doors behind him and wait for Eric to come get me. I let out a sigh of relief, feeling safe…for now.
Chapter31
Carmine
Leading with my pistol, I leave Sienna in the study as I quickly make my way to the front door of the brownstone. I turn the knob, expecting to have to walk at least a couple of feet to meet Eric at the town car, but just as the door swings open, I am startled as I see him already standing there just outside the door.
“Eric.” I nod as I lower my pistol to my side, though I don’t holster it just yet.
I still am uncertain about him. I don’t like the way he slithers like a snake, trying to insert himself in places he doesn’t belong. His moves feel as calculated as his words feel hollow.
His aura is deceptive, his presence is a nuisance. He is a snake in the garden, and I should know, takes one to recognize another.
“Mr. Moretti.” He nods back as he takes his hands out of his pockets to take out the earbuds in each ear.
“Sienna is getting dressed. Go inside and meet her in the study. See to it she gets home safe,” I sneer. Petty comment, yes, but if I must keep my potential enemy close, I might as well have a little fun reminding him of what he can no longer have.
