Page 62 of Run to Me
My hand comes down before I can even register it happening, landing another slap. Seeing my marks on her skin, pretty and pink, the perfect shape of my hand does something to me I’ve never felt before. I feel like I’m slaying myself open and inviting her into my skin, into my very being. I land blow after blow and listen to my angel’s little moans and whimpers until I physically can’t take it anymore.
“You good, angel?”
“Yes,” she rasps. “I need you, please.”
I free my cock from its confines of my jeans and boxers, not even bothering to take them off properly. Usually, I’d make her come a couple of times before I fucked her, but I’m barely holding on to my sanity. I can’t wait any longer.
I line myself up with her entrance and slam into her. She lets out a shriek at the intrusion, but she doesn’t use her safe word.Good.
I don’t hold back, I pound into her with feral thrusts, gripping her hips so hard there’ll be bruises marring her perfect skin for days.
“Oh god,” she whines as she trembles beneath me. I feel her walls start to constrict and I slow my pace.
“You don’t get to come yet, angel. You wait until I give you permission, understand?”
Her head bobs up and down, but it’s not good enough.
“Words, Robyn. I need your words.”
“I understand,” she croaks, and I grin at the hoarseness of her voice.
“You’re such a good fucking girl. You’re taking me so well,uccellina.”I groan as she spasms around me and my praise. “Jesus, fuck, Robyn. You keep doing that and I’ll come before you do.”
“I need to come, Enzo,” she whimpers and my name on her lips is going to be my fucking undoing.
My thrusts quicken, my own need taking over and I’m powerless to stop it.
“Beg me. Beg me to let you come and I might just be nice enough to let you get off before I fill you.”
“Please… please let me come. Show me I’m yours. Make me come Enzo,please,”she pleads, and I give in to her.
Of course I do, I’ll never be able to deny this girl anything.
I reach my arm around her front and roll her clit between my fingers, pinching it ever so slightly and she lets out a gasp.
“Come for me, angel,” I order.
As if her body was made me for me, she responds to me instantly. Her walls squeeze the ever-loving fuck out of my cock as she cries my name and floods my dick with her release and I pull back before landing another smack to her ass and reveling in the sight of my handprint covering her skin. It’s all too much to take and I can’t fucking hold out any longer.
My movements become frantic, and my body jerks as my balls tighten and I groan her name as I fill her with my cum. We both collapse on the sofa, me draped over her back, though I’m careful not to suffocate her with my full weight.
It’s not until the daze of pleasure fades that I realize she’s silent beneath me, and my heart claws its way up my throat, waiting for her to say something.
“Angel.” I don’t even recognize my own voice. It’s filled with regret? Worry? Shame? I don’t fucking know. “Are you okay?”
She hums. “I’m so okay.”
I shift us both so I’m lying behind her and she turns to face me, a tired but blissed out smile on her lips and I let myself breathe.
“You’re fucking amazing, you know that?”
I bring my lips to hers in a lazy kiss, just enjoying the feel of her in my arms.
“I love you,” she whispers as her eyes flutter closed, sleep pulling her under.
“I love you, angel. You’re fucking everything to me.”
Isit and stare at everything laid out on the table in front of me. When I had this bright idea the other day, I had no fucking idea how much work it would actually be.