Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 73250 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73250 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
My husband, it would seem, liked that, because as I puffed and panted, desperate to breathe, he rocked his hips, forcing more of him into my throat until I was red-faced, choking on his cock.
I took it. Dare I say, part of me even enjoyed being used in this way. And when he pulled back and I sat there, open mouthed and gasping for air, he pulled me up on shaking legs, reached under my dress and yanked down my panties before having me settle in across his lap. My knees on either sides of his thighs, there was no time for modesty when he lifted my skirt and found my weeping pussy. Taking his cock in hand, he swiped the head of him through my wet folds and when he was satisfied that I was as ready as he was, he lined us up and took my hips in his large hands. I settled one hand on his stomach and the other on his uninjured shoulder. Then, as the tip of his dick kissed my needy hole, he looked me dead in the eye and muttered, “You’re going to have to beg harder than that.” He pulled me down as he threw his hips upwards.
He filled me until I felt stretched in a way I had never felt before and I cried out in shock, gasping loudly, collapsing into him and bringing my forehead to his. And then, he fucked me. His hips pumped relentlessly and all I could do was whine like a bitch in heat and hold on for the ride.
He was angry, I could tell. He needed this, and I gave it to him as reparation.
A hand reached under my skirt. Roughly, he grabbed the place where ass met hip and squeezed hard enough to make me wince. The obscene sound of sex, of wet squelching and skin slapping skin echoed throughout the small space and when I closed my eyes, a light slap to my cheek startled me.
His eyes bore into mine. He spoke through gritted teeth. “Don’t you fucking close your eyes. I won’t let you pretend I’m somebody else. I want you to see it all. See me. Watch what I’m doing to you. Hate me for it.”
My pussy fluttered then throbbed. Ettore Scala fucked me like a whore in a back alley behind a bar, and I loved it.
His wild eyes bore into mine as his hips slammed against me in the crudest way.
Slap. “You really,” Slap, “should have,” Slap, “killed me, topolina.” Slap, slap, slap.
Oh God. That was so hot. What was wrong with me?
The rougher he got, the better it felt. My head swam.
His gravelly voice cut through this fever dream. “You belong to me, Vittoria. I own you now. I can do whatever I want to you and nobody will care. You know what that means, don’t you?” He paused for dramatic effect, and I hate to say it, but it might have worked when I heard him say the stony words. “You’re fucked.”
Ettore pressed a rough kiss to my mouth, taking his teeth and biting into my lip. Holding it there as he pistoned crudely up into my delicate body. Weak bodied, I pushed at his chest and groaned, craving the something that was brewing.
He laughed darkly, pulling down on my hips until the base of his dick met my sore, brutalized pussy. My lips parted and my expression became faraway. I was stretched wide, full of him. And then he squeezed my hips between his large hands and began to pushed back and forth, dragging me over his lap, and I was forced to grind on him.
I moaned loudly, “Oh God.”
“Shhh,” he lifted a hand, running his fingers down my cheek. “No, baby. Don’t do that. Don’t pray now. Do you really want Him to see you like this?” His fingers gripped my chin and held me still as he punished me with another cruel and devastating kiss. “Taking it hard like a good little slut?”
I couldn’t help it. My pussy clenched around him. I watched in awe as he closed his eyes, lifting his head heavenward, wearing a pained expression. His lips parted, and his eyes fluttered, and Jesus Christ, I was certain then. Ettore Scala was the most beautiful man in existence.
He used me, coldly, ruthlessly. And I wanted to be used by him.
Ettore released my hip and slipped his hand between my legs. The experienced man he was, he found my clit easily and began to circle it with the pad of his thumb. My stomach grew taut as I ground down on him, searching for a little slice of heaven. He pressed harder and I ground faster. I felt funny. Light in the head, but somehow, heavy everywhere else. Sizzles of electricity charged up and down my spine. My breathing turned heavy and then I was panting. Tighter and tighter my pussy clenched around him and he watched me closely, searching my face. He rubbed faster and I felt myself falling. My breathing turned shallow, my vision blurred, my back got tight, and then I careened off of the cliff.