Page 50 of The Scars We Keep
“I need it,” I beg.“I need your cock inside me.Please, Lorenzo.”
“Please what?”His hand moves faster on his cock, his thumb swiping over the head.“Please fuck you?”
“Yes.Please fuck me.Fuck my pussy.Make me yours.”
“You are already mine.”He grabs my thighs and lifts me in one swift motion.My back slams against the wall and my legs wrap around his waist.The head of his cock presses against my entrance, hot and thick.“But I am going to make sure you never forget it.”
He slams into me.
I scream.The sound rips from my throat as he fills me completely, stretching me, splitting me open.He is so thick and deep that the angle makes him hit places I didn’t even know existed.
“Fuck,” he groans.His fingers dig into my thighs hard enough to leave bruises.“Your pussy is so fucking perfect.Like it was made for this cock.”
He doesn’t give me time to adjust.He just starts fucking me, hard, brutal and relentless.Each thrust drives me up the wall, the force of it making my back hit against it.The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room.
“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?”He growls, as his hips snap forward, driving his cock impossibly deeper.“You wanted me to fuck you.To use this pussy.To make you scream.”
“Yes,” I say.Pleasure builds inside me, coiling tighter and tighter.“Oh, God, yes.”
“Not God.”He bites down on my neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark.“Me.Say my fucking name.”
“Lorenzo.”It comes out broken, desperate.
“Louder.I want everyone in this house to know who’s fucking this pussy.”
“Lorenzo!”I scream in time with his brutal thrusts.
“That’s right.”His voice is rough, strained.“This pussy belongs to me.This body belongs to me.You belong to me.Now fucking say it.”
“I belong to you,” I gasp.I am so close, teetering on the edge.“Only you.”
“Fucking right you do.”He pounds into me harder and faster, the wall shaking with every thrust.“And I am going to fill this pussy with my cum.I am going to mark you from the inside out so you never forget who owns you.”
My orgasm crashes over me, so intense I can’t breathe, think, or do anything except feel my pussy clenching around his cock, pulsing.
“Fuck, Bella.”His rhythm falters.
I scream his name as wave after wave of pleasure crashes through me.
He doesn’t slow down.He continues fucking me through my orgasm, stretching it out until I am nothing but sensation and need, with his name on my lips.
“I am going to fill this pussy with my cum,” he groans.His voice is wrecked and desperate.“You want that?You want me to fill you up?”
“Yes.I want all of it.”
He slams into me one last time and holds himself there, buried as deep as he can go.His cock pulses inside me and I feel the warmth of his cum flooding my pussy, filling me, marking me.
He groans against my neck.His whole body trembles as he releases inside me.I can feel every pulse, every twitch of his cock as he fills me.
We stay like that for a long moment.Both of us breathing hard, hearts pounding, bodies slick with sweat.I can feel his cum starting to leak out around his cock.
Finally, he lifts his head and looks at me.His eyes are dark, burning with something primal.
His hand rises to grip my jaw, forcing me to meet his gaze.
“You think I could ever fuck anyone else after having you?”His voice is rough, almost angry.“Do you believe anyone else could make me lose control like this?”
My breath catches.
