Page 136 of Brutal Revenge

The gag his descent forces from me heats me all over. I’m both aroused and eager to accept as much of him as possible into my mouth.

“Christ,la mia tigrotta. Your mouth. That tongue. Those fuckable lips.” He grunts before he rocks his hips forward, choking me. “I love when you choke on my dick.”

I suck him faster. I love it when he loses control, but I am also dying to taste his cum again. My cheeks ache in minutes, but I hold nothing back. I lick him, suck him, and graze my teeth over his engorged knob until the pumps of pre-cum leaking from the tip make my sucks even more ravenous.

Growling, Matteo threads his fingers in my hair as his hips rock on repeat. He fucks my mouth with long, controlled strokes, and I savor every grunt and nostril flare.

When I gaze up at him, his grip on my hair tightens. I love the sting. Not only is roughness a part of who Matteo is, but it also proves I’m not the fragile object my brothers always made me out to be. I can take pain, and I’ll give it to the person deserving of it.

I flatten my tongue on the shaft of his penis, and he hisses out a curse word. He’s so close that even with me figuratively on my knees, I’m in full control of this situation.

He has handed the power to me, and I’m not alone in knowing this.

“You love this, don’t you? Bending my knees.”

I nod, then dart my tongue over the sensitive crown of his cock.

He grapples for a snippet of the power he handed over. “But that isn’t all you love, is it,la mia tigrotta?”

He cuts off my denial by ramming his cock in so deep my gag isn’t close to sexy.

I sound like I’m choking.

“Tell the truth…”

I silence him by doubling down on my sucks. Both the firmness and speed make my cheeks ache, but the pain is worth it when his cum swamps my taste buds with its delicious taste.

Matteo rocks his hips faster, driving into my mouth as he usually does my pussy. Cum pours out of him in raring spurts, but the thickness of his cock doesn’t diminish in the slightest. It’s as hard now as it was when it first sprang out of his boxer shorts.

A squeak pops from my lips when he pulls his cock from my mouth just before he flips me over, drags me back, then angles my hips to the desired height. I call out when he enters me with one ardent thrust. He’s so deep that my hips naturally pull upward to accommodate the intrusion.

The pain of being so wholly filled is still there, but it’s part and parcel of being with a man as well-endowed as Matteo. I don’t think it will matter how many times he penetrates me; I’ll always experience some kind of pain.

Luckily, I’m growing to love it—as much as I am this man.

Needing to keep those thoughts to myself before they swallow me whole, I meet Matteo’s thrusts grind for grind. I fuck him as much as he fucks me, and within minutes, sweat pours out of me as stars blister before my eyes.

“Oh… oh…” I moan on repeat, each wordless vow of wonderment growing louder.

Matteo doesn’t relent. With the fingers on his left hand digging into my hip, and his right hand tangled in my hair, he fucks me hard and fast.

The vein feeding his monstrous manhood adds an additional element to our exchange. It throbs in sync with my clit, which is belting out a rock ballad.

I tighten my pussy around him, silently begging for him to spiral out of control with me. I can’t be so thoroughly claimed and maintain a collective head. It’s not possible.

Equaling Matteo in wit and sexual appetite is the only thingkeeping his interest. If I make this seem like more than insane sexual chemistry, he’ll run, won’t he?

All thoughts leave my head when Matteo slips his hand from my hip to between my legs. As his impressive cock commands every inch of my pussy, he pinches my clit between his thumb and index finger.

I dig my nails into the bedding as a string of illegible words leaves my mouth. I have no clue what I’m saying, or if I am even speaking English, but each word doubles the strength of Matteo’s pumps.

He dominates me until I feel so wholly owned that I don’t balk when he again asks, “You love this, don’t you?”

As I nod, a wave so brutal it will drown me on land crests in my stomach.

“But that isn’t all you love, is it,la mia tigrotta?”

My stubbornness forces him to increase the tempo of his thrusts.