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His breath rushes out, “So impatient for my cock.” He slides his thumb up my slick folds, not stopping till he reaches my clit. Rubbing hard from left to right followed by slow circle movements. He wets his lips, and his pupils dilate when he parts my sex to stare at my clit. When I look down it’s red and swollen. His eyes flash to mine, as his grip tightens on my hip. “You are my drug, baby,” he says, clearing his throat.
Leaning forward, he licks the side of my neck drinking in the sweat and humming while he does it. “So fucking perfect,” he groans into my hair, while I grab his shoulders trying to push my pussy against his steel shaft. Sal’s shuddering exhale only adds to the anticipation. Is he nervous? I meet his gaze and watch as his Adam’s apple bobs, swallowing hard. The look in his eyes is almost desperate. He hauls in another unsteady breath, and my heart skips a beat. He’s nervous; the subtle tremble of his fingers gives him away.
“Salvatore,” I whisper while he drags a hand over the balaclava, his breath ragged. “It’s okay,” I tell him, while he buries his face in my hair.
“I don’t know how to make love to you.” His thumb parts my sex as the fabric of his mask brushes the side of my face. “I don’t know if I ever can.”
My clit swells painfully, the piercing making me throb even more. He swirls his middle finger through my pussy, and my thighs begin to quiver. A beat passes while our eyes lock.
“I only know one way to fuck you, babe. This is the only me you’re ever getting.”
I nod, my smile beginning to fall, threading my hands behind his neck I tug him closer. I want to feel his weight on top of me.
“What are you doing? I’m going to crush you,” he sounds uncertain, and stiffens.
“You won’t,” I say.
Swallowing hard, he presses his full body against mine while I hook my ankles above his ass.
“Forgive me, father,” he mumbles, his voice sounding rough, the cross dangling from his neck grazing my chest.
I moan when his dick parts my folds, not going in like I want him to. He sinks his teeth in my nipple, sucking the bar between his lips. “Holy shit,” I buck off the mattress, but he presses me back down, resting his weight on his right shoulder while he roughly applies pressure to my neck.
“I need this pussy. You’re my dirty little cunt, amore.” The fabric of his balaclava tickling my cheekbone. “Always ready for my fat dick. I’m going to stretch your pussy so good.” He says, opening my knees, pushing them high up to expose my drenched sex for him. “That’s a good little girl,” he rasps, his lips moving over my mouth, opening my legs even wider. “Grab your knees for me and hold yourself open.”
“Sal, I can’t,” I whimper.
Growling low in his throat, he reaches for his cock and guides it to my dripping center. “I said,” he orders, his dark voice making me shiver, “open those thighs,” positioning himself in front of me. His hungry eyes zero in on my drenched pussy while he takes his cock in his fist again. I rest my legs against his broad shoulders and brace myself for what he’s about to do. “Look at it, begging to be filled.” He takes his shaft between his fist and starts to stroke, not taking his eyes from my pulsing clit.
“I can’t,” I moan, letting go of my legs, and without warning he slaps my cunt, hard. And I cry out, as arousal floods my pussy.
“I said keep them open,” he says gruffly. Scooting forward on his knees, he buries his fingers in my flesh, holding me wide open to run his hard shaft between my lips. His dick laps up the moisture from my wet, hungry pussy. His cock swells even bigger when he presses the head against my puckered asshole.
“Remember when I fucked you from behind while you screamed into the pillow in the shipping container. You liked it, didn’t you?” he asks, holding his head a little to the side.
My mouth dries remembering how I screamed for him to fill me.
“Didn’t you?” he shouts in my face, pushing the head in, the muscles giving way a little, the tip of his broad head stretching my asshole. “Fuck, babe, the way your cum is leaking on my dick we don’t even need lube.”
I squirm in the sheets, my head falling back against the pillow. “Sal, please fuck me, fill me with your big cock. Make it hurt so good,” I whine, fisting the back of his mask to draw him to me. Sealing my mouth over his, he shudders in my arms. The kiss is desperate, as I bite and suck, and flick my tongue over his stubble, licking into his mouth. He lets the full weight of his body sink onto mine, my puckered hole stings from the sudden emptiness. The thick length of his cock, hard and heavy presses against my stomach. He rolls his hips, a salacious smile forming on his lips. Arching my hips up, I gasp and pant rocking against him and secure my legs over his firm ass.
I hear his breath stutter while he guides his dick to my opening, spreading my lips wide with the hard tip. I grip his shoulder, dig my nails into his back and stare at him for a beat. His broad chest rises and falls with every rough breath leaving his lips. Running the tips of my fingers over my swollen mouth he smiles, a real smile I haven’t seen before as I trail my hands gently over the indents of the scars on his face hiding behind the mask.
“That’s my dirty girl,” he growls, pushing his dick inside my throbbing wet center on a deep grunt.
I arch my back on a choked whimper. “Kiss me.”
Frowning, his eyes turn to little slits. He plants his hands on either side of my face at the same time I hook one leg over his waist and clutch his ass to pinch and spur him on. Without warning he takes my mouth in a hot, needy kiss the same moment he thrusts halfway in, his smile turning menacing as he pulls back.
He’s so big, pain slices through my core quickly making way for pleasure as he stretches me wide open. Slowly he pulls out before plunging back inside. I cling to him, trembling and trying to breathe through the pain.
“Going to fuck you until you scream. Damn, you’re tight like a vice,” he says hoarsely, pushing the mask up to expose his mouth, a satisfied smile grazes his lips. Planting his lips over mine, his tongue dips in taking my breath away. Driving back inside his pupils are wide. He starts to pant. “Fuck, baby, you’re milking my cock.” Slamming into me over and over while I mewl, I run my fingers over his sweat-soaked chest. I tilt my pelvis and he snarls, going in deeper, harder, hungrier than he ever did before.
It hurts and burns so good the way he’s claiming me, fucking me like a starved man while he slides into my throbbing heat.
“You’re too deep, it hurts.” Tears spring to my eyes while I rake my nails down his back.
His breath is shallow when he rasps, “But you like it, don’t you?” The balaclava adds to the thrill of being fucked by a criminal, a wanted man. A beast.
