Does It Hurt? (86)

Her head snaps down in shock, a ferocious look on her face. An angry goddess here to take what's rightfully hers, with fire in her eyes, blonde curls surrounding her face like a lion’s mane, and a snarl curling her lips.

Christ. She’s magnificent and has me on the precipice of exploding like a fucking pubescent little boy.

Before she can curse at me, I’m plunging two fingers inside her and curling them deeply. Her mouth drops, those flames brightening into twin suns as she begins to unravel.

“Now’s your time for revenge, bella ladra. I’ve drowned you once. It’s your turn to drown me.”

Every exhale is a breathless moan, and she pants like she can’t get in enough air while I lap at her clit, never removing my eyes from her. I’m putting firm pressure on her G-spot, feeling her arousal beginning to flood past my hand.

“En—oh my—wait,” she gasps, her words senseless and garbled. So overcome with pleasure, her hand slaps the top of my head, and I can’t tell if I want to laugh or bite her clit.

But then her cunt is tightening around my fingers, and I have to pinch my eyes shut, forcing out thoughts of what it would feel like if she were clenched around my cock instead.

She goes silent for two heartbeats and then erupts. A loud scream pierces the air, and her entire body begins to seize. The moment I retract my fingers, her release is pouring onto me. Quickly, I hook both arms around each thigh and force her back down on my face, opening my mouth wide and drinking from her like a man who’s been lost at sea for months.

My name is an echo as she thrashes above me while filling my mouth with her cum, trails of it leaking past my lips.

I’m groaning into her, and I think she’s hitting me again, but I’m so far gone in my bliss, so intoxicated by her taste that I hardly notice anything outside of her release sliding down my throat.

It feels like her orgasm drags out longer than normal, and by the time she slumps, I’m vibrating with the need to fuck her.

“Stop, oh my God, I can’t take any more!” she begs, attempting to pull away.

I let her go, but only long enough for me to slide out from beneath her and move her back into the previous position. Face above the water and ass in the air.

“Wait, don’t put me under yet,” she breathes, her heavy exhales disturbing the still water. “Let me—I still can’t breathe.”

“Baby, you’ll never be able to breathe as long as I’m inside you,” I retort. I line up my cock with her entrance and slowly push inside her, no longer able to go another second without her wrapped around me.

“Oh, fuck,” she bites out, moving to sit up.

“Uh-uh, did I say you could move?” I snap, grabbing the nape of her neck and pushing her back down.

“Too much,” she chokes, voice strained as I sink myself deeper in her tight warmth.

“You can take it, bella. Let me see your cunt swallow my cock as good as you do with your throat.”

Her only response is another garbled moan. I bury myself to the hilt, and my eyes roll from the utter fucking bliss.

“Cazzo,” I rasp. “That’s such a good girl, baby.”

I retreat long and slow, dragging my glistening dick from her warmth, enraptured by how fucking soaked she’s making me. Then, I drive into her roughly, earning a sharp gasp, followed by my name. It almost sounds like an admonishment, and it brings out a savage grin to my face.

“You can take it,” I assure. “Can you feel how tightly your pussy clings to me? Like it never wants to let me go. How deep do you think you can take me before you’re begging for me to stop?”

“I—” she gasps, when I angle her ass higher, allowing me a better angle to hit her cervix.

“That—that’s my limit,” she squeaks.

“Then let me take you to a new limit.”

Before she can protest, I fist her curls and push her head underwater. She thrashes, and I tighten my core to balance myself, so I can reach beneath her and strum her clit.

She jerks against me, and I pull my hips back, only to slam into her again, forming a steady pace while she drowns. Bubbles disturb the surface, but her pussy is tightening around me almost painfully.

Pushing her to this dangerous limit is undeniably erotic. Feeling her fight beneath my hold, unable to stop me from draining the life from her, is addicting.

What she doesn’t realize is that I’ve always held her life in my hands, and she never knew that she was trusting me to guard it.

I pull her head up, and she instinctively inhales deeply—desperately.

“Brava ragazza. You’re doing so fucking good,” I praise, rolling my hips into her. “I’m so proud of you.”

She whimpers, mumbling incoherent words. Yet, her hips push back into me, seeking more from me.

Flirting with death is a fucking thrill.

“Deep breath, bella.”

She listens while I quicken my pace, making it difficult for her to get a good breath in without huffing out a moan.

“Wait—Enzo,” she screams, feeling the narrowing window.

I don’t let her finish. I’m forcing her head back down, and a flood of bubbles rises to the surface, presumably from her screaming underwater.

She’ll have less oxygen this time, but I want to fuck her while she feels like she’s dying.