Page 56 of Ruthless Possession
I curve my fingers beneath her panties and slip into her seam, swiping through the dampness as she breaks off our kiss and leans away slightly to allow me better access to her core. Her head drops back, and I reach up with my other hand to grasp and remove the diamond-jeweled clip that holds up her hair.
The dark mass tumbles down her back, brushing against my skin as I slip the thin straps of her dress off her shoulders. The fabric falls away, exposing her beautiful breasts.
The nipples are rosy-pink, taut and ready for suckling. I flick them with a finger, one after the other. “These are mine.”
“Yes. All yours.” Her voice is breathy, her eyes closed.
I take a moment to study her features—the delicate bone structure, her wide lips slightly parted, her freckles that even with full makeup still manage to peek through.
Everything about Bianca proclaims both innocence and allure.
Everything about her is different, new. Exciting.
Quickly, I unfasten my trousers, then grasp her hips and lift her up, positioning her channel entrance at the head of my cock.
Her eyes flash open, those golden-brown depths not alight with anger for once. This time, only arousal stares back at me.
“Now, fuck me, little bird. Hard. And don’t stop until I give you permission to do so.”
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Bianca
I sink downonto Rio’s hard flesh, and it feels so damnright. He fills me, deep and aching, and for a moment, I can’t even move because I don’t want to destroy the exquisite sensation of becoming one with another being. Becoming one…withhim.
Then his fingers tighten on my ass, urging me into movement, and I can’t maintain the stillness any longer. He thrusts beneath me, jolting me upward, and I begin to move, trying to meet him thrust for thrust as I rock back and forth and grind hard against him.
His hands are everywhere, on my hips, my ass, then up to my breasts as he grabs and kneads at my flesh. He dips his head and takes one of my peaked nipples into his mouth, sucking it in so strongly that desire mixes with pain.
I love it. There is no gap between the two. Pain and pleasure. They intermingle, and I move faster, more violently, as he pumps harder into me.
“Oh, God, Rio. It hurts, but it feels so good. So fucking good…”
His breathing is as torn up as mine. I love that I have that effect on him. That we affect each other in the same crazy way.
“Come for me, Bianca. Come for me.Right now.”
His command sends me over the edge into orgasm, and I begin to buck and cry out. Then heat burns inside me as he groans and releases his seed, and the moment tips into something more. Something so intense I cannot even describe it.
A scream erupts as everything I’ve been holding tightly within me shatters and falls apart. The sound reverberates around the confined space of the limousine, on and on. I can’t stop it—I can’t stop screaming… It is like my climax has opened the floodgates, and I just can’tstop…
His mouth crushes mine, taking my sound into him, silencing me with his lips and teeth and tongue. Eventually, the sensations within my body begin to subside, and I fall forward onto his chest, allowing my head to nestle into the crook of his shoulder. Listening to his and my own ragged breaths finally begin to calm.
We stay like that for several minutes. He is still embedded inside me, but even as I realize that, he slides out and shifts me off his lap onto the seat beside him. We spend a couple of minutes straightening our clothing, and then I turn away from him, unaccountably embarrassed.
My reaction was way over the top. And yet, I could no more stop those screams erupting out of me than I could stop…well…breathing.
His fingers graze my back, just briefly, as if he wants to provide comfort but doesn’t know how. Then his hand drops away, and he leans forward to rap on the dividing window.
When it rolls down, I keep my gaze averted, hoping the driver couldn’t see or hear what was going on behind him. Knowing what is likely happening, and seeing or hearing it directly, are two different levels of awkward.
“Take us to the estate.”
“Immediately, sir.”
The window rolls up again, and we are once more enclosed in this small cocoon. A cocoon that now smells like sex and satisfaction.
“I made you scream.”