Page 64 of Say I Do

“Mostricio, answer me.”

“I… Maybe both.”

Benito slammed into me, and everything was right in the world. My body drowned in ecstasy as he fucked me. I was practically bent in half as Benito owned my ass. He smirked at me, my only warning, as he bit my calf. The added pain brought me to new heights as spots danced in my vision, and I fought back my climax.

I didn’t ever want to stop. It felt that good.

His cock slammed into me, hitting spots I hadn’t thought possible. Benito was destroying me, and I was here for every second of it. He let my legs drop, and I instantly wrapped them around his waist. I dragged my nails up his back as we lost ourselves in pleasure.

“What do you want?” Benito asked.

I shook my head. “Nothing.” I clenched around his cock as he pounded into me with reckless abandonment.

Benito groaned, and his hand moved toward my neck. I offered up my throat on instinct as if it was the most natural thing to do. An animalistic groan came from Benito that had me seeing stars.

His fingers pressed against my flesh, cementing the bruises there and adding more of them.

“Fucking own me,” I cried out before I thought better of it.

Benito thrust harder, and the sound of our flesh clashing together filled the penthouse. If anyone could hear, they wouldn’t know if we were fucking or fighting.

“You’re mine. No one will ever have you again,” Benito growled against my lips before he kissed me viciously. Our teeth clashed along with our tongues. It wasn’t sweet at all; it was pure violence.

I scratched his back up as Benito fucked me into oblivion. Everything that happened bled away, leaving me empty. It was perfect.

The table creaked under us. It was the only warning we got as it caved, and we fell to the ground. We both grunted, neither one of us stopping. I rocked up, meeting Benito thrust for thrust.

“So good,” I moaned. I switched between Japanese and English as I cursed and begged.

Benito moved his hand between us and wrapped it around my leaking cock. That was the end of me. The moment he stroked up my cock, I lost it. My back arched, and my toes curled as I screamed his name. My vision went white as I lost myself in my climax.

My heart leaped as my vision returned just in time to see Benito lick my cum off his lips. Some dripped from his chin, and I leaned forward and lapped every drop.

“Fuck.” Benito growled. He slammed into me again and again. Each one punctuated with “miniera.”

My breath caught as my body responded to Benito’s. I knew what he was muttering, andyourssat heavily on my tongue. I bit down until the coppery tang of blood greeted my tastebuds.

Fuck, this man is ruining me in more ways than one.

I kissed him, twisting our tongues together. It felt so good to kiss Benito, almost like I was always meant to. Benito groaned into our kiss as the first hot splashes of cum filled me.

We slowly calmed down, our breaths mingling as we lay on the floor, still joined together.

“What do you want?” Benito asked for what felt like the millionth time.

I pushed my fingers through his hair as I wrapped my legs around his waist. “For you to take me upstairs and fuck me until I break.”

Benito’s brown eyes met mine, searching for whatever he needed. He must have found it because he yanked me up.

He whispered into my ear. “Sei un mistero per me, mostricio. Non so cosa fare con te.”

I kind of liked that we didn’t know each other’s language. I knew the bare minimum of Italian, and Benito knew little Japanese. It gave us that wall we both desperately needed to lean on.

I held on tighter to Benito. “????????????????????????????????????????????” (I am afraid to want anything. Someday, everything will be taken away, but I think I want this.)

“Don’t tap out,” Benito said.

I laid my head on his shoulder as we headed toward the bedroom. I’d take it all, every single moment.