Page 83 of Beautiful Disaster

He sits between my legs and pushes one back, exposing my hole.

“I’m ready,” I remind him.

Holding his cock, he nudges the tip on my rim, then gently pushes in. My eyes close, and I breathe deeply as he slowly stretches and fills me. There’s a slight burn, but I adapt quickly.

Once he’s fully seated, he takes the end of the leash and wraps the chain around his wrist until there are only a few inches left close to my throat. It’s not tight. He’s not hurting me in the slightest. Mason is always careful.

His cock pulses inside me, while mine is leaking onto my lower stomach. I fucking love the sensation and how he fills me perfectly as if his cock was made for my ass. I’d never enjoyed anal sex until Mason.

“Perfect fit. Always. My gorgeous pet. My gorgeous Precious. You’re so good for me, even when you’re being a brat.”

“Really?”

He nods slowly. “Especially so because I know you’re doing it just for me.”

“I am. Yes.”

“Il mio bellissimo disastro.”

“I can guess that one… ‘My beautiful disaster.’

He slowly rolls his hips, grazing over the spot that makes my toes curl. My legs butterfly, opening myself more to him as he pulls out and sinks back in harder and faster. His jaw is clenched, and his gorgeous eyes stay on mine.

I feel consumed by him. Adored, just as he told me in Italian. That reminds me… “Keep talking to me in Italian, Daddy. Say something.”

His lips curve crookedly. “I’ve created a monster. Very well… Sei la mia sottomessa perfetta. Sei bellissima. Voglio molto di più. Ti voglio per sempre.” He doesn’t stop thrusting, panting out the words. I have no idea what he said, but the words fill my soul with love. There’s something beautiful about them. I also know he’s only telling me sweet things. Sexy things.

“What does that mean?”

Instead of answering, he smothers my mouth in a sweaty kiss, shoving his tongue into my mouth. I wish I could hold him. Claw at his back. But I like him controlling me, too.

When he comes up for air, his face only inches from mine, he says, “It means, ‘You’re my perfect submissive. You’re beautiful. I want so much more. I want you forever.’”

Forever.

I hadn’t expected those last words—a lump forms in my throat from them. I don’t feel worthy or perfect at all. But I also believe him. Mason would never lie to me.

And he wants me forever. I fucking want the same. For the first time in my life, I’ve found my person. I’ve finally found what Aleks has with Julien.

He kisses me again, almost violently as he pounds into my ass.

“Let me touch you, sir. Please.”

He sits up, his waves growing damp from the sweat, and lifts my arms, pulling out the chain, then unclipping it from my throat. He tosses it somewhere with a crash, and when he starts moving again, my hands are instantly on him. They cling to his sweaty skin, and my legs wrap around his back, pulling him deeper inside.

He’s close. I can feel it. The swelling and heat spread through me. I’m desperate to come, but I push back the growing pressure. Only he can tell me when to come.

Soon, hot spurts pulse. Mason’s face is now buried in my neck, grunting and sporadically thrusting. One hand is gripping my ass, the other is gripping my hair. I feel full, marked… loved.

“Fanculo a me… Fuck me.”

When his softening cock slips out, he doesn’t fall on top of me, breathing heavily and growing numb like he usually does. Instead, he sits up, shoves my legs back, and watches his cum spill.

He leans back and down, pushing me even further back, before swiping his tongue over my hole.

“Oh, fuck…” I rasp. “Felching is fucking hot.”

Even though I’m turned on like hell and need to come, his tongue also relaxes me as I melt into my mattress.