“It’s yours, Marco. My cunt is yours.” I can barely breathe, the need to get fucked and to come is an all-time high.
“Tell me this ass is mine.” He thrusts his fingers back in at the same time as his balls slap against my skin. He’s fully enveloped by me, my body aching for more.
But if I tell him, I’m giving him permission to take everything I have.
Every fucking thing.
But fuck, I need to come so badly, I can taste it on my tongue.
No. I can’t give him this. It’s not his to own.
But my mouth betrays me.
“My ass is yours.”
Everything happens so quickly. Pulling out of my pussy, he aligns himself with my ass, and just as he pulls out his fingers, the head of his cock slowly pushes in. Achingly slow.
Like he’s teasing me. Punishing me more than he already has.
“Goddammit, Marco. Just fuck me already.” The pressure is one thing, the burn from the belt is just added sensation to an already-erotic scene. But the sting from the sheer size of his cock trying to push through a small hole is almost agony.
Sweet, unadulterated agony.
Pulling me down by the shoulder, he warns me before he tears me apart.
“Brace yourself, Tesoro. Remember this as the precise moment you became mine in every fucking way.”
Without stopping, he presses his body closer and closer to mine as his dick slides deeper and deeper into my ass until all I can feel is the fullness of him and the bite of pain from his entrance. My breaths are coming in heavy and fast, my pussy feels empty, bereft of his possession. But my ass? It wants more. It fucking needs more.
“Give it to me.”
I have no idea who this woman crying out to him is. Who this person demanding to be fucked in the ass truly is. But I refuse to fight her.
I fucking need this.
“My pleasure,” is all he says as he gives me exactly what I begged for all along. Wrapping his hand around my throat, he pulls me up to a straighter position as his dick pummels in and out of my ass, his filthy words like fuel to my raging fire.
“You like that, you dirty girl? You like feeling my cock owning you? Did you think you could ever leave me?”
In and out, screams pour out of my mouth every time he hits that sweet spot I didn’t even know existed.
“Did you think I’d ever let you go?”
Oh, God. I need to come.
As though he can read my mind, he takes my hand—the one with the wedding band—and places it on my clit, rubbing it with me like I’m the puppet and he’s my master.
“You ready, Tesoro?”
“God, yes!”
Releasing my hand, he buries more fingers than I dare to count inside my cunt and fucks both of my holes until I can’t see. I can’t speak. My mouth drops open in a silent cry of ecstasy, my knees no longer able to hold me up.
I come so hard, I think I actually lose consciousness.
Marco pulls out and just when I think he’s done, he surprises me again by coming all over my skin. The burn that had subsided returns with a vengeance, reminding me that this all started because he deems my mouth filthy.
When truly, the filthy mouth is all his.