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Inching down, I breathe through the sharpness and burning ache. It’s intrusive, but warm, and my body rebels. Clamping down, it tries to push out the intruder.
But underneath is an ache of longing. It’s a furious need that refuses to be ignored.
“That’s it, baby,” he growls. “You take my cock so well. Look at you.” His face is glued to where I sit, mouth slackened. “Goddamn, it’s like it was made for you.”
It’s not an easy process. I lower slowly, exhaling with fresh waves of pain. He continues to praise me, body stiff, letting me adjust to his size. Thankfully, he doesn’t move—doesn’t flinch. He’s here for me to use, and he’s made good on that promise.
Once I’m seated, the pain dissipates, and all that’s left is this ferocious want.
At my furrowed brow, he smirks, but it’s pained. “Move, baby. Just like when you rode my fingers. Use my cock like your personal toy.”
I listen to him, and the instinct inside of me. Lifting on my knees again, I let him almost fall out before slamming back down. Blinding pleasure spikes through me, stealing my breath.
Oh. So that’s what this feels like.
I move again, slamming back down harder. That pleasure grows, starting in my lower belly, winding upward. Over and over, I rise and fall, letting my body feel the spiral of enjoyment it’s been denied. The freedom to take. The relief that this is mine to explore.
Looking down at Tommaso, he watches my face, fingers drawing soft circles on my knees. He doesn’t move, but lets me have this. My moment.
“Mother of God,” he murmurs, and my belly tightens. Oh, I’m—“You look like a damn Goddess. Take whatever you want from me, Sunshine, as long as you promise I get you at the end.”
I sink down one last time, and that building orgasm rips through me. It’s almost agonizing, and I scream into his shoulder, lungs spent. My nerves fire off on all ends, my skin damp with perspiration. Tingles run up my spine, and I twitch before his nails claw into my thighs.
Clinging to him, he thrusts upward, elongating my crash, before he finds his own. Heat surges inside me, and thick wetness spills between us. Groaning into my hair, he rests his forehead against mine, panting. The air doesn’t move, time slows, and I lean into him. A buzz fills my brain, soothing and blissful—like silence.
The windows grow white, and we’re cut off from our audience. My heart pounds, and this deep ache throbs between my legs, but I don’t move. I can’t—my legs refuse to work, and my body trembles. Staying like this, feeling his heart against mine, is where I belong.
Merda.
He moves his hands, and I shift, unlatching one. Freeing his other hand, he lifts my chin. “Are you on birth control?”
Shit. We were supposed to use spermicide and a condom.
He smirks. “One day, baby, but not now.” Kissing my forehead, he stands easily, with me in his arms. Up here, I feel as delicate as the china dolls in my room.
Turning, he places me on the chair. He glances around and sighs. “No aftercare, I guess.”
My mind hasn’t quite caught up to what’s happening. I just had sex—sex—with a man I met via text only days ago. I’ve lost a piece of me my family has treasured for years.
Do I look different?
“I’ll drop some items off tonight,” he says, kneeling before me. He firmly rubs my red knees. Another warmth blooms in my gut at his kindness. “Until then, get home. Be safe.”
He presses a quick kiss to my forehead, lingering a moment before he stands and tucks himself back into his pants.
“Wait,” I say, voice weak.
He’s being so nice; I don’t want to break this moment. But our conversation repeats in my head. One word stands out like a blinking Las Vegas sign, and I swallow, gut sick.
He called me Sunshine.
“Stalker?”
Turning back, he salutes me before grinning. “I told you, Sunshine, you’d only be mine. I own your lips, your body, and now a piece of you no one else ever will.”
The good feeling in my body vanishes as a deep cold chills my blood. He says it so casually, as if this was supposed to happen. He acts as if it has always been his to take.
No.
