Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 62590 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 313(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62590 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 313(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
“Carlo,” I squeak in surprise. I’m totally bared to him, my ass and pussy open and centered over his lap, every private secret place accessible. The exposure, the humiliation, only makes my need flame hotter.
He grips the plug in my ass and pushes it in and out, fucking me with it.
I buck, squeezing my inner thighs together, finding his hard cock with my mons and rubbing my clit over it.
“Naughty girl,” he murmurs, pulling the wicked plug out to stretch me wide, then shoving it in, over and over again.
“Carlo…Carlo, please.” I need him, need him so badly.
He stuffs two fingers in my pussy, and I come, bucking and shivering.
The moment the orgasm stops, he starts spanking me again. It hurts a little more now, perhaps because of the orgasm, and yet I’d let him do anything to me. As the pain and heat grow louder, I begin to hump his clothed cock again, a second orgasm building from spanking alone.
Tears leak from my eyes—not of pain, simply from need for release. I need more, want more. Carlo can’t hurt me enough. Each slap brings me closer and closer to ecstasy, jostling the plug in my ass until I thrash my legs, squeezing his waist and rubbing shamelessly.
Before I come a second time, he stops. Pulling out the plug, he rubs my hot cheeks, squeezes and grips my ass with a possessive, punitive grasp.
“Oh please…”
“Get up.” His voice is rough. “Your gorgeous ass needs fucking.”
I orgasm just from his words— a ripple of clenching in my core. Without his strong arm around my waist, helping me up, I wouldn’t find my way back to vertical. I barely see the living room as he guides me to the bedroom.
“On your hands and knees on the bed.”
I move without hesitation. Probably if he told me to throw myself off a rooftop at that point, I’d jump without even looking first.
I hear him rustling in a drawer, and then his hand grips my ankle. He fastens some kind of leather cuff around it.
“Spread your knees wider.” I do so, and he slaps my inner thigh. The other ankle receives a similar cuff. “Crawl to the center of the bed.”
When I move to obey, I realize he attached a bar between the two ankles, keeping my knees spread wide. The idea sends a fresh surge of lust rocketing through me.
“Face down on the bed.”
I lower myself to my forearms and rest my forehead on the bed.
“Give me your wrists.”
Oh God. This is beyond vulnerable. It’s depraved. And of course, as frightening as I find it, I tremble with excitement. I turn my face to the side and reach back with my arms, bringing my wrists to my ankles.
He cuffs them both, attaching them to the same bar. My ass cheeks are spread wide for him now. His finger slides over my clit again, with more pressure this time—enough to pull a throaty cry from me.
Lube lands on my already stretched anus, and then Carlo’s behind me, on his knees. He continues to tease my clit with an expert touch as he strokes his cock with more lubricant.
Thank God.
My pussy quivers and clenches. I pant in anticipation. Will it hurt? Will he stop if I don’t like it?
Of course, he would. I trust him. Completely.
Carlo pushes the head of his cock against my entrance. “Deep breath in.”
I suck in air in a shaky gulp.
“Blow it out, slowly.”
As I exhale, he presses forward, prying me open with his huge cock.
I stop breathing and tighten against the intrusion, which of course, makes my anus burn.
“Take me.”
Two words. A simple command, and yet it makes my thoughts spin out of my mind. My anus relaxes, and he presses forward, stretching me, filling me.
“Jesus, you’re tight.” His voice is low and gravelly. “So fucking tight.” His hand wraps in my hair and pulls up while the fingers of his other hand still rub my clit. I couldn’t be more owned by Carlo Romano than I am right now. And yes, I love it.
He eases back and pushes in, bumping my ass with his pelvis and pushing my face into the covers. He fills and empties me over and over again. It’s far too much stimulation and yet somehow still not enough.
A high-pitched keening reaches my ears, but I wasn’t aware of making any sounds, my sensations awash in color and light. His thrusts come faster, and my squeals grow louder.
He abandons my clit and pinches one nipple. The other hand threads under my waist and slaps my pussy, spanking my wet folds until I scream my orgasm. Carlo mutters a curse in Italian and shoves deep inside me, the heat of his cum filling me.
Somehow, he must’ve unbuckled my wrists because he guides me down to my belly. He shoves his cock even deeper, using his weight to sink into me, his fingers stroking my slit now.