Sold To Mr. Milano - Daniella Wright Page 0,29

her mouth to be free to let out sounds of pleasure. But she kept pecking towards me, trying to hide behind another kiss. I wouldn’t let her.

My fingers teased along her folds, barely touching her at all at first. But she knew it was coming, and just the quickest brushes of my touch were enough to make her breathe in sharply.

“Let my arms down,” she pleaded, her voice cracking with longing.

“Not yet.”

I pressed harder against her and watched her roll her head back. I kissed up and down her long, exposed neck, and pressed harder still. She bit her lip and tried to hold in the sounds threatening to seep from her lips. She didn’t want me to know how much she was enjoying it.

My pants strained from my pulsing erection. I moved closer to her, pressing it against her side for just a hint of relief. And with the teasing pressure, I slid my fingers inside of her. I didn’t waste any time to hook them into the place I knew she wanted them the most. I moved them quickly, causing her legs to shake and buckle.

Any lingering ounce of restraint was quickly fading. She was almost where I wanted her. I listened to her deep rolling moans turn into pleading whimpers. Her hands and arms pulled and strained, aching to wrap around me. She kept her eyes closed, unable to look at me. I pushed her further until I knew she was nothing more than puddy in my hands.

Finally, when I could see all of her resolve had been eaten away by longing and the need for more, I released the chains on her arms. I did not let her weight drop to the ground. I didn’t even give her a chance to stand again. With my pants dropped from around my waist, I caught her from the moment she fell, wrapping her legs around me. I ripped the rest of her gown away, taking in the sight of her luscious breasts. With her back pushed up against the wall, I took each one into my hand and rolled her nipples in my mouth.

Our bodies naturally aligned so that my hardened cock was ready and waiting to slide into her wet and gaping lips. I could feel the need dripping off of her, just begging me to lower her onto me. I let her suffer for a minute, relishing in the way her nails dug across the skin of my back hard enough to draw blood. She was not afraid to play rough with me. Maybe that is what made her so irresistible. She was not afraid of me.

I angled upward, sliding into her slick, pulsing muscles that tightened and wrapped around me. Every ridge of her dragged along my shaft, stirring warm and tingling sensations. The feeling of being inside of her only made me want more...and more and more. I lost control of myself and ravaged her like a beast. I pumped myself into her harder and deeper, but she didn’t resist me. She writhed over me, indulging in her own guilty pleasure.

My hand found its way back around her neck more gently this time as I thrust in and out of her. I ran my palm up and down the back of her neck, watching her red, flushed cheeks and plump red lips as she threw her head back and drowned in the satisfaction. I wanted to push her over the edge...to really break her in. I wanted her to let go and surrender to me.

But the more she trashed over my body with all of her flawless, glowing brown curves, she was getting the best of me. I couldn’t contain the swelling intensity that kept building with each second, and she seemed to be erupting in her own fit of overwhelming pleasure. We both let ourselves get closer and closer to the edge, clinging to the final moments before it all faded away.

As her cries grew louder and her body tensed, every muscle in my body seized up as I pressed into the paralyzing pleasure. We both seemed to slip into a brief pocket of time where there was no clear sight or sound or even time. There were only our two sweat-drenched bodies moving together and the waves crashing over us.

Our lips somehow found their way together again. I expected her to be furious with me. I expected her to be furious with herself and immediately start punching and kicking and screaming, commanding