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She steps closer to me, standing directly in front of me and standing on her toes to meet my gaze. Wrapping her arms around my neck, she teases a kiss before replying. “I would rather us go back to my hotel room, if that’s alright.”
I lean in to kiss her, and the moment our lips touch, I’m engulfed in desire that could derange me if she rejects my advances. Her tongue slips into my mouth, and I’m enraptured beyond my own comprehension as I taste her for the first time. If I were given one wish, I would suspend this moment in time forever.
She’s so eager and ready for me that I want to bend her over the railing and take her right now. I doubt she would object, but I’ve already been lucky enough to keep the cops off my ass for long enough. I’d hate to throw that all away for a quickie in the grass.
Not to mention, the things I want to do to this woman would shock anybody who walks by. I want to take her body, mind, and soul. I will possess her for a short time only, in a way that will make her crave me for years to come. I want to fuck her so good that she thinks about me when she touches herself.
I’m going to ruin her for other men forever.
ChapterFour
JUNE
Iknow we don’t have all the time in the world, though I’m already certain that I’ll be begging for more by the end. The second Marcello and I are alone together in the darkness of my hotel room, I feel the electrical charge of desire overtake me. It rushes through my bloodstream, and for the first time in my life, I feel as if I’m satiating a violently ravenous addiction.
As soon as the lock clicks into place, Marcello’s hands are running all over my body as he braces me against the wall. He presses me hard into it, feeling my breasts with a rough, persistent grip. His kisses have escalated from sweet and passionate to possessive and dominant, sending chills all throughout my body. He knows what he’s doing, and I’m almost scared to see how well I can handle it.
He tosses me down on the bed, and I land on my back as he spreads my legs aggressively. When he lifts my dress to see that I’m not wearing panties, he smiles down at me with intent and temptation. Perhaps he hadn’t anticipated this, but it only serves to turn him on even more.
His hands travel from my hips to my inner thighs, awakening every nerve and sense below my waist as the craving becomes unbearable. Despite being aroused beyond my control before we came here, he’s somehow managed to bring me to a new level of raw, undistilled desire.
My pussy is dripping onto the blanket already, and there’s a piece of me that feels exposed and shy as he bends down to my level.
“You really don’t have to do that,” I say without thinking, suddenly feeling self-conscious in an intrusive, undesirable way.
“Oh, I don’t? Okay,” he replies sarcastically, kissing his way up my inner thigh and teasing around my clit with his lips.
I don’t want to give in right away. I can’t let him possess me in such a short period of time with so little effort. But as I feel him graze his lips over my clit, I whimper out loud.
“Wow, I’ve hardly touched you, and you’re already moaning for me. Don’t stop. I love the sound of your voice,” he whispers before he continues to kiss my vulva.
I want to resist somehow, to tease him and gain the upper hand. I’m entranced by the warmth of his mouth on me, even before he flicks his tongue over my clit for the first time.
My legs twitch at the sensation, and I can already tell that he’s going to own me by the time this is over with. He’s practiced at this, and he knows exactly what to do to make a woman scream in ecstasy.
He’s hardly gotten started.
When he kisses my clit for the first time, I whimper again, and he spanks me playfully. “Actually, I want to see if you can hold your moans back. Every time I hear anything come from you, I’m going to spank your pussy. How does that sound?”
I’ve never had my pussy spanked before, and I already know that this can only lead me down a road I’m not at all prepared to go on. He has full control over me, and he knows he can make me moan whenever he wants. He’ll be spanking me completely at his own whim.
“Yes, okay,” I reply hesitantly.
He continues to kiss and lick my pussy as he holds my legs still. I’m squirming slightly now, and the task of controlling myself has become difficult in and of itself. I feel like I’m about to cry out with every swipe of his tongue, every gentle kiss.
It takes a few minutes before he manages to get a true moan out of me. I’m allowed a short-lived sense of pride for mere seconds before he withdraws from between my legs and slaps my pussy hard enough to get a surprised yelp.
“How does that feel?” he asks in a low voice.
As the initial sting dies down, I feel a steady, warm pulse between my legs that introduces a whole new level of depraved yearning into my mind. I can’t give him the satisfaction yet. I want so badly to make him work for it. But at this rate, I’ll be selling my soul to him just for a kiss goodbye.
“It feels warm,” I reply quietly, uncertain of the response he’s looking for.
He returns to the edge of the bed, where he parts my legs again, lifting them up and pressing my knees to my chest.
As soon as I feel his mouth on me again, I moan softly. He withdraws, slaps me, and continues. Each time, I’m more overwhelmed than the last. The sting of his hand on my pussy flushes the surface of my skin, forcing me closer to the edge at an astounding pace.
When it becomes unbearable, I want to beg him to let me cum. I never imagined that I would spend any amount of time allowing a stranger to completely take hold of me. I’ve betrayed the version of myself that believed she was above such things, scoffing at the women who were in the exact position that I’m in right now.
