Beautiful Seduction

I kept my hand wrapped around her long curls, using it as a tether as I brought my hand down against her rounded bottom.

“What are you doing?” she demanded, still fighting me.

“Spanking you. As I said. Consequences.”

As I smacked her buttocks several times, she continued fighting, but her moans were a clear indication she was fully aroused, accepting the punishment knowing she deserved it. Her scent continued to fill my nostrils, driving me to a crazed point, my heart pounding into my ears.

I delivered six in rapid succession, craving to use my belt. Heat built in my fingertips and as I caressed her skin, my heart thudded.

“I’ll be good,” she muttered.

“Yes, you will.” I raked a single finger down the crack of her ass, longing to drive my cock into her dark little hole. That would come later. Then I resumed her spanking, developing a perfect rhythm, shifting from one side to the other. Her scent exploded, filling the room, the fragrance so damn sweet I wouldn’t be able to control myself much longer.

After continuing the round of discipline for a full minute, I slipped my hand between her legs, cupping her smooth mound and darting a finger around her clit. She clamped her hands around the comforter, stifling her whimpers.

“Still so wet for me, dolce angelo. I think you thrive on pain.”

“That’s crazy.”

“Mmm… I’m never wrong.”

She wasn’t nearly as nervous as before, but she continued to have soft whimpers laced with her hot breath. I pulled her over, immediately crawling onto the bed. The sight of her splayed out in front of me was a powerful draw, the savage deep inside encouraged to ravage her while the man wanted to take time exploring every inch.

But the hunger was too great.

I shifted my cock against her thigh, my balls pulsing from the ache that had started in the restaurant.

“You’re too big,” she moaned, pushing hard against me.

“Don’t worry, my sweet angel. You’re wet enough to handle me.” I brushed my fingertips along her stomach, teasing her by rolling them down her pussy. She turned her head to the side, pinching her eyes closed.

I yanked her leg to the side and forced her knee against the bed, roughly dragging my fingers along her calf to her thigh. The moment she pressed her hands against my chest, all patience was lost. I thrust the entire length of my cock inside, throwing back my head as the explosive sensations powered into me. The feel of having her underneath me was unlike anything I’d experienced, pushing the boundaries as well as my needs.

“Oh!” She fisted my hair with one hand, writhing under me as I pushed the full weight of my body against hers.

“Potrei devastarti per giorni, angelo, portandoti all’estasi,” I whispered.

I could ravage you for days, angel, driving you to ecstasy.

The words spoken in my native language were the truth. I could spend days taking her to new heights of pleasure and it still wouldn’t be enough. I was a man without a conscience and fucking her was already one of my greatest joys. I should feel guilt for destroying the very innocence I’d craved, the flickering moment of uncertainty not something I was used to.

I pulled out, easing onto my arms and staring down at her. “Look at me, sweet angel.”

She acted as if she wouldn’t obey, her eyes clenched shut, her lower lip trembling. She had enough guilt for both of us, trying to pretend as if this moment didn’t exist, as if she could go back to her normal, happy, boring life.

That was impossible.

I nudged her knee further out, plunging past her sweet folds again. The utter elation as her muscles clamped down around the thickness of my cock was invigorating, creating a wave of electricity that confused the hell out of me. Maybe it was her softness, or the way she’d defied me from the beginning that kept me so aroused, but I couldn’t seem to get enough of her.

“Look. At. Me.” My command was darker, more insistent.

She turned her head, her mouth wrenched. I could swear there were tears in her eyes. I’d warned her it was too late. Nothing had changed. I shifted my weight, pulling all the way out, sliding my fingers between her breasts to her stomach, circling her belly button before moving lower.

I slipped my fingers into her wetness, growling as I heard her soft pants. “Do you like that, dolce angelo?”

“I can’t.”

“You can’t or you won’t allow yourself to?”