Page 216 of Breaking Rosalind

“Only one person is getting filled is you, pet. Now, lift your fucking hips and let me pound that pussy.”

“Get fucked.” I slam a fist into his temple.

“That’s the plan.”

We grapple against each other on the mat, our bodies slick with oil and sweat. I wrap my legs around his waist and flip him onto his back, but he uses that opening to tear off my shorts.

“Hey,” I yell.

“You’re not leaving me with blue balls,” he growls, his hands snapping the waistband of my panties.

I try pinning his wrists above his head, but he breaks free of that hold and grabs my breasts.

“Like my tits, do you?” I ask.

“Fuck, yeah.”

I shuffle up his body until my chest is aligned with his head. He gazes up, his eyes bright, his hands encircling my waist. I jerk my shoulders from side to side, slapping his face with my breasts.

Cesare laughs. It’s a rich sound that comes straight from his heart and makes my spirits soar. If I wanted, I’m sure I could climb up his body and sit on his face, but I need his strength.

I need him to overwrite all the times I’ve been overpowered with something pleasurable, something playful, something with my enthusiastic consent. When I’m pinned beneath his strength, all I want to feel is the weight of his affection.

He flips me onto my side, and I land on the canvas with a thud that fills my vision with stars. I kick out, but he grabs my foot and maneuvers me onto my front.

Before I know it, he’s pinning the backs of my knees beneath his biceps and burying his head between my ass cheeks.

“Cesare—”

My words are cut off by a wet tongue sliding over my pucker. Shockwaves of pleasure ripple through my core. I cry out, trying to crawl out from his grip, but he holds me in place.

“If anyone’s ass is going to get stuffed,” he says from between my cheeks, his tongue trailing a slow circle toward the hole. “It’s going to be yours.”

“Fuck.” I buck my hips, trying to throw him off.

Gripping my thighs, he pushes his tongue past the tight entrance, delving deeper into unknown territory. I twist backward to throw a punch at his head, but he grabs my wrist and pins it to the small of my back.

No one has ever pinned me to any surface to give me anilingus. It’s more intimate than I ever imagined and oddly exhilarating. The muscles of my core flutter as his tongue moves in and out, setting every nerve on fire.

I squirm in his grip, my clit swelling, jealous with the need for attention. When I reach down toward it with my free hand, Cesare grabs my wrist to join the other one in the small of my back.

“Hey!” I rock from side to side, trying to throw him off, but he’s a dead weight. “Time out. Time out!”

His cruel laugh echoes against my asshole, his hot breath making my skin tingle. “That wasn’t in the rules, pet.”

“Shit.”

He doubles his efforts, his tongue delving even deeper, delivering sensations so overpowering that all I can do is quiver against the canvas. Bolts of pleasure electrifying my senses. I have never felt so vulnerable, or exposed.

Releasing one of my wrists, he slides his fingers up and down my slit, making the most obscene wet sound.

“Stop teasing,” I say from between clenched teeth.

“I thought you asked for a time out,” he replies, his voice full of mirth.

“S-Shut up.”

With a chuckle, he rubs a circle over my swollen clit. I buck and jerk against his face, needing more.