Page 27 of Corso DeLuca

“I love your tits,” he whispers, giving my taut bud a tug. From low in my throat, a moan escapes.

Arching my back, I say. “I like the way you touch me.”

“You’ll love the way I fuck you,” he rasps.

His fingers cover my bare mound, and in one swift move, he sinks two digits in my soaked pussy.

“Ah,” I gasp.

“So wet,” he whispers, his moist breath on my neck. And then he’s kissing me, trailing his rough tongue down the side of my neck. “You want me, princess?”

As he plunges his thick fingers in and out of my pussy, I pump my hips, driving them deeper in my aching channel.

“I want your cock.”

“Give me your cum.” He chuckles, denying my request.

Again, I try to look at him over my shoulder. “I want to see you.”

“No. I fuck you how I want, Jessie. You made a choice to be mine. Remember that when I’m buried deep in your pussy. Spraying you with my cum.”

He’s pulling my hips down to meet his fingers with such force, and my legs begin to wobble.

“Corso,” I say in warning.

“Trust me, Jessie. I won’t let you fall.”

I already am. He’s torturing my nipples, tugging, pulling—his ministrations crossing and then receding from pain to pleasure.

He’s punishing me, but I’m not sure if it’s for coming or staying. This is his welcome. It’s dark and rough, and delicious. Sensations bombard my eyes, ears, nose, and skin like a spinning color wheel, creating new shades of light where there were none. Corso is forcing me toward his predetermined end. With just the use of his fingers, he’s stripped me of my control.

“I’m close.”

“Not close enough,” he rasps, then his fingers disappear. A whimper escapes seconds before I’m impaled on his cock.

“Oh shit,” I scream. My tight walls struggle to accommodate the abrupt invasion. Corso doesn’t give an inch. There’s no time to adjust; he’s taking me at a brutal pace. The arm around my waist loosens, only for stronger fingers to grip my hip.

“You told me the truth,” he grunts, twisting his hips so his cock works my pussy from a different angle. “You fit me like a new glove.”

Perspiration coats my fingers, loosening my grip. The force at which he’s taking me, lifts me up onto my tipped toes. Shit, he’s moving my entire body.

“Cor-Corso…” The dresser drawers quake in their tracks. Under his powerful thrusts, the legs scrape the marble floor until the back slams into the wall. All of a sudden, a dim stream of light bisects my vision. “Corso,” I call, raising my voice to get his attention.

“Relax, it’s the opening to one of the escape tunnels,” he says, keeping up his relentless pace. Wow, he really has thought of everything.

He wants to break me… topple my walls of defense. No one has ever demanded so much of me, and I know, no one will ever demand a part of my soul. And I’m willing to give it… to him.

Only him. My body softens, sinking into his command for control.

“Yes, princess,” he growls in approval. “This is how we fuck.”

He yanks me down harder onto his cock, his pace as purpose-driven as it is savage. This isn’t fucking. This is possession.

TWELVE

Corso

I’m on the brink of my own destruction. Before Jessie, I prided myself on harnessing the power of my beast, at will. Buried to the hilt inside her hungry pussy, our bodies slick with sweat, our grunts primal and brutal as my hips pound into her deeper with every thrust. Her cries are a music I will never tire of hearing. She blew into my life, a storm ripping away years of self-imposed numbness.