Chapter 4: Am I Going To See You Again?
Chapter 4: Am I Going To See You Again?
Abigail
“Fuck,” I cussed at the man brutally pounding inside me.
The hard muscles on his abdomen flexed, covered in dark tattoos and a sheer layer of sweat. His arms were big, toned and holding himself up. I felt encaged, surrounding by a man who fucked me until I couldn't catch my breath. Pleasure tingled through every inch of me, driving me to involuntarily curling my toes and arching my back off the mattress. I choked on air, my jaw clenching as I throbbed around him and my pussy was stretched wide, barely able to accommodate his size but it felt so fucking good.
He spread my knees further apart, forcing the top of my thigh to my chest before changing his rhythm. He pounded hard instead of fast, it was slow and deep but rough and purposeful. I cried and my first instinct was to push him away, the feeling was intensified and stronger. He grabbed my wrist in one hand, pinning it to the mattress above my head while his mouth ventured down to my nipple.
“Do you see how deep I am? Take it all, Abigail.” He whispered, gently scraping his teeth over my nipples and the sting trembled through my veins.
He kept my wrist in his grip and his other hand traveled to my clit and began circling his fingertips over my already sensitive clit. I started squirming in his grasp and slipped out of his confinement but he was quick to catch me again.
“Stop,” I croaked, already knowing that I didn't mean it. The safe word was there but I didn't use it.
“What was that?” He asked, lowering his head to hear me.
“Did you say harder?” He whispered but I didn't respond.
He wrapped both his rough hands around my neck, suffocating me nearly to the point where I couldn't breathe. He paused his movement and instead of moving his hips, he started slamming body down on him.
“Oh my goodness,” I wheezed, clutching his wrist as I watched his dick disappear into me.
He kissed me, shoving his tongue into my mouth and twirled around with mine. I gasped against his lips, feeling my stomach begin to tighten with another orgasm. Our kiss was sloppy, a correlation with our fucking and I flipped us over, getting no resistance from him as he let me straddled his waist. I slid down on him, leaving him inside me as I rolled my hips. But even underneath, he took control and it was the best part.
He held my waist, keeping me still as he started thrusting upwards. Every single muscle in my body tense, unable to take the pleasure racking through my spine and legs. He was unrelenting, keeping his eyes on me as he fucked me hard. My short intake of breath was unstoppable and I could barely speak. His grip on me was hard, brushing the skin beneath his tattooed hands. For a second, I lost myself within the agonizing pleasure, catching myself licking a stripe on the ink gracing the side of his neck.
He shivered, sliding his hands down my back to hold my ass as a guidance. He grinded me into him, pressing my stomach flat against his. He was rough, slamming into me so hard that my arousal messed all over him and coated my inner thighs. I let my weight rest on him, nestling my face into his neck and planted open mouth kisses on his hot skin. He never stopped stroking my body and never took his hand off me, my pussy tightened and earned a groan from within his chest. The vibration shuddered through me, drawing a moan out of me and we were both sweaty and breathing heavily but that didn't stop us. This man really knows how to drive a woman crazy, he has first class in how to fúck.
“You feel so good, Abigail.” He moaned and I loved the sound of that.
My orgasm came in waves, chills adorning my skin but still he didn't stop. Luciano took my vulnerability as an opportunity to crank it up a notch. I grasped, my thighs convulsing and trembled on the sides of his waist. I looked down at him and he was watching my mouth with sensuous eyes, he licked his bottom lip and stared at me with a desperation I didn't expect. I gripped his jaw, dragging my fingers over his lips and I watched them fall apart and quiver underneath my touch.
“Open your mouth,” I whispered and he followed my command immediately.
He showed me his tongue, eager and willing, he is just a fucking bastard. I gathered my saliva, letting it fall into his pink tongue before it disappeared down his throat, he swallowed and the lusty expression on his face intensified. He liked that.
With a drawn out moan, his body stilled and finally spilled his release into the condom. His grip on me tightened painfully, holding me down as we both cum harder and when we were done, our sweaty bodies collapsed together, spent and exhausted. My pussy ached, still twitching around him as I struggled to come down from my high and his groans subside, replaced by heavy pants. I am going to be so fucking sore in the morning, that is for sure.
We looked at each other, tired grins forming on both of our faces. I raised my hips, sliding his dick out of me and it fell into his stomach.
“Messy,” he whispered and I let my body fall onto the mattress.
Whatever that just happened, it was the best thing I had ever experienced. My hand rested on my stomach, too dazed to do anything else for the moment. The bed shifted and without looking, I felt him stand up. I turned to lay on my side, breathing out a sigh of relief because my pussy could rest. I had never felt such an intensity before, my thighs were still shaking when he ran his hand over my skin and quietly separated my legs. He had a towel in his hand and he used it to wipe me off.
I watched him carefully, he had marks on his chest, neck and shoulders and that was my mark. Nail scratched and dark bruise from where I kissed him too hard and held too hard and I couldn't believe u did that. When he was done, cleaning me, he set his hand on the bed and leaned over to kiss me.
“That was…” he breathed, not finishing his sentence.
“Actually quite concerning.” I joked.
It was a terrible joke but he chuckled and shook his head.
“Nothing to worry about in my opinion.” He said, raising to his full height.
He had already worn his pants back but the buttons and belt remained undone. He disposed of the condom and I took the opportunity to marvel at the tattoos on his back. I wondered if it hurt or perhaps liked the pain and that is why he had so many. Or he just liked the way it looked because I certainly did. When he returned to me again, he laid next to me while I waited for my legs to stop tingling.
“Am I going to see you again?” He asked and I almost answered yes until the realization hit me and instead of saying no, I mumbled with a smile.
“Maybe.”