Married to My Enemy

“Arianna,” he growled, threading his fingers through my hair, and pushed me against his dick.

I opened my mouth and took him deep inside, earning an impressed look from him. His salty juices coated my throat, pouring out of him when I sucked him faster. Our eyes locked, and pressure increased in my chest.

“Fuck. You suck so right, babe. That’s it. Take it all inside.” He guided my head, urging me to move faster.

There was something utterly arousing about being able to please this man. He was marvelous, the most handsome man I’d ever seen, and tonight he was all mine. His moans and grunts set my pussy on fire, and just when I felt him tense, he pulled me up and pushed me to the couch in his living room.

“Lie down and spread your legs.”

I sank into the soft padding and pulled my legs apart, breathless and soaking wet.

“Put one leg against the back of the couch.” My pussy throbbed at his words. My heart was pumping hard, my whole body trembling as he knelt on the floor and put his hands on my thighs to make sure I didn’t move them.

“I finally get to taste your sweet pussy,” his voice was barely recognizable under the thick layer of lust, showing me just how much he wanted me, and it felt so good. It made me feel desirable—powerful—increasing my own need for him.

His mouth latched onto my pussy like he was starving for me, and I bucked on the couch, pure ecstasy spreading through my body fast. I grabbed his head and pressed against him, feeling the pleasure building in me fast. His tongue lapped my clit and outer lips, and it quickly led me to my release, stronger than the one I had earlier this night.

“I’ll come. Please, don’t stop. Right there. Keep doing that.”

Except that he didn’t continue licking me—he did something even better. He sucked my clit into my mouth and pulled so hard that I reached my orgasm in an instant, screaming his name when the intensity of the pleasure blinded me.

“Your taste makes my cock rock-hard, babe. I need to get your pussy around my cock fast.”

He reached for his pants and took another condom out of his pocket, and for a moment I wondered how many condoms he kept in his trousers. Were one night stands usual for him?

Before I could ponder more about this, he brought me to the edge of the couch and put my legs over his shoulders, pushing inside of me too deep and too fast.

“Ah!” I clutched his arms that had grabbed my waist, screaming when the stab of pain mixed with pleasure spread through my core. He was so big!

He smirked. “You like my cock?”

I felt a blush covering my cheeks, but I remembered he’d told me not to hide my face from him. Then again, it was impossible to look away from his amber eyes, which grew so dark now that they were almost brown.

“Y-yes.”

I bit my lip when he thrust once more inside of me, hitting my womb, which brought me a pleasure bordering on pain. I screamed, clawing at the couch as he fucked me mercilessly. My juices flowed out of my sensitive mound, soaking his shaft and balls, and I was stunned at the amount of my desire pouring out of me without ending. He pumped me hard, his cock rubbing against my g-spot each time he entered, and the pleasure in me threatened to burst any moment.

“Please, Giovanni... Don’t stop!”

“Oh, I won’t stop, alright. You’ll come, and I’ll fuck you through your orgasm until you come again and again and again...”

His words pushed me over the edge, and I screamed so loud, falling apart around him. He stayed true to his word, slamming into me with such force that I was sure he was going to tear my pussy in two any moment...

“Giovanni!”

My orgasm didn’t even finish when the next started, a massive wave of fire filling my core and stomach, and I was thrashing against the couch as I tried to withstand the intensity...

“Again!” he ordered me, and I came once more—just like that.

“Ah! Giovanni!”

I returned his dark gaze, not quite myself. I couldn’t stop screaming from the intensity of my orgasms, clutching his arms like they were my lifeline. He thrust several more times before he came, the muscles of his sexy body completely rigid as his cock twitched furiously inside of me, emptying his balls.

He rested his forehead on mine, trying to catch his breath. “You're unbelievable, Arianna. Your pussy is perfect for me.”

Just as he pulled out of me, I caught his face in my hands and kissed him, thinking how our lips fit together. Something warm coursed through me again as our tongues danced with each other, and my pussy clenched in response, already missing him.

“Thank you, Giovanni. I could say the same for your cock.”