Page 103 of Coerced Kiss

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Page 103 of Coerced Kiss

So I drop the towel.

He moves a ravenous gaze over me, starting at my breasts and ending on the junction of my thighs. His eyes are feverish with lust when he locks his hands around my waist and drags me closer.

He burrows his face in the valley of my breasts. “You smell so fucking delicious.” Inhaling deeply, he says, “Like sunshine. Summer.” He cups the side of my breast, brushing a thumb over my nipple. “So soft. Like silk.”

My nipples are contracted from the sudden exposure to the air, but his soft caress turns them harder.

He looks up, catching my gaze. “You’re fucking gorgeous, and I already know you taste delicious.”

Wrapping his fingers around my waist, he lifts me onto his lap so that I’m straddling him. He leans forward and sucks a nipple deep into his mouth. Pleasure hits me right in my core.

He lets my nipple go with a pop and then kisses the other one before framing my breasts between his palms. “You have beautiful tits.” He looks at my face. “Are they sensitive?”

I nod.

“I’ll be gentle.” He takes his exploration lower, smoothing his hands down my sides and stopping on my hips. “Show me your pussy. I want to see what it looks like.”

Heat blooms over my cheeks.

“I’ve been dying for a peek, but in that regard, I’ve been a good man—just for you. I resisted.” His smile is mischievous. “I think I deserve a good look, don’t you?”

I’m sitting on my knees with my thighs spread. Everything is pretty much on display. “Aren’t you getting it?”

He clicks his tongue. “Not by a long shot.”

He hooks his hands under my armpits and hoists me into the air. I let out a squeal as he puts me down next to him.

“On your hands and knees,” he says, unbuttoning his shirt.

“What?” I stammer.

“You heard me.” He stands and pulls the shirttails from his pants. “Bend over and spread your legs.” He peels out of the shirt and drops it on the floor. “Give me a nice view of what I’m about to take.”

The prospect of putting myself on display is daunting. I always thought I was confident about sex, but Saverio proves me wrong.

He unbuckles his belt and pulls down his zipper. I’m fixated on the sight of him undressing. He takes off his shoes and his socks before removing his pants. His cock juts out, thick and long and embedded with veins. The slit in the broad head already glistens with a drop of precum.

He glides a hand over the crest, catching that drop and lubricating his palm before stroking his length. “Anytime now will be good, treasure.”

I can’t stop looking. Saverio pumping into his fist is such a hot sight that moisture gathers between my legs.

He steps up to the edge of the bed, a vision of godlike masculinity and bunching muscles. “If you changed your mind, say so, but say it now.”

No, despite knowing better, I haven’t changed my mind.

I go onto my hands and knees, facing away from him and presenting myself like he asked.

“Fuck, Anya.”

I look over my shoulder. He’s strangling his cock in a white-knuckled grip as he stares between my legs.

“Spread them,” he says in a guttural voice. “Wider.”

Obeying, I set my knees apart and open myself for him.

“More,” he commands. “Show me everything.”

My cheeks burn hotter. “I can’t spread my legs wider. My muscles are already aching from the stretch.”




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