He's smiling now because he can feel me trembling. I can't keep kissing him, the tremors overtake me and my need threatens to overcome my body.
Gian tangles his fingers through my hair and moves his kisses to behind my ear, down my neck. "You're shaking for me," Gian says in a low, sensual voice. His lips touch my neck when he speaks and that nearly breaks me right there. The hum of his delicious mouth on my skin is a raw, passionate mark against the sands of my desire. With the slightest touch, Gian's passion can touch me and draw lines where there weren't any, and make me ache so much I think I might die.
Right now is one of those times I feel like my end might be near. I remember reading about the French calling orgasms little deaths. I understand that now, though I think I'll suffer a big death if I don't get to cum soon. Still, Gian's torturing me with his mouth, and now he starts to thrust faster into me.
Picking up the pace in how he's fucking me is exactly the sort of thing that builds the pressure inside my pussy to a fever pitch. I'm mewling, whimpering, begging without words to be allowed to cum.
I could beg with words, but I don't even bother trying to summon them. I don't want to. I want to see what Gian wants to do with my body, and what he wants my body to do.
Gian is trying to kill me with his cock. There's no other explanation. He knows how much I enjoy being on the precipice of an orgasm and he's going to torment me as much as possible. I can't complain. Well, I can and have, but I delight in the erotic torture. The sensual way that Gian can keep me so much on the edge of every pleasure and then draw me back … an ever-receding wave and tide coming back in makes my thoughts blur into nothing. I've never felt so free as I do when Gian fucks me.
Some people meditate. I find that boring and time wasted. I'm always going to start thinking about my grocery list, or what my next day at work is going to be like.
Some people turn to vices like drugs or alcohol. I've seen those tear my brother, Tommy, apart.
Me? I let myself get fucked by the wealthy casino owner that could've chopped off some of my brother's body parts to get him to pay up his gambling debts. I let him because I want him. It all started as some deal, but it's turned into something I don't even begin to try to understand. Whatever it is that we have, I just know that it's something precious. Something I want to hold onto.
It's more than the sex. Incredible as the sex is. Never before in my life did I place a high priority on sex. Doubtlessly, now, I'm placing a priority on it now. But there's something about Gian that's so much more than about his cock or what he can do to me with it. I'm aching for him all the time, but it's more than sex. Gian makes me feel safe. I feel cared for. I know that he cares about what makes me happy, what I need.
The fact that he also seems to crave fucking me as much as I craved being fucked by him? That's just major bonus points.
My whole life I figured I never needed sex, and I had no desire to go after it. No man interested me.
Now, no other man ever will. Giancarlo Sandoval fucks like a demon, but I see heaven when he's inside me. Nothing could ever be so utterly sensual as how well Gian fucks me. He knows my body far better than I could ever know my own. I know I must sound like a foolish girl, but that's just the truth. When he touches me, he creates feelings in me that I didn't know I could have.
Right now, my eyes are rolling back in their orbits and I'm hardly able to hang on to any thought in my head. I live a pampered life now, but despite dancing for the eyes of many, or having my hair and nails done, or my body massaged like I'm some wealthy woman, nothing makes me feel like more of a queen than when Gian worships my body, keeps me on the edge of an orgasm, and then finally lets me cum. Pulls me all the way to the edge and then has me come undone for him. From his touch. The idea of orgasming for him is so erotic I might unload this pressure now just thinking about it. But that's not what I want. I don't want to cum until Gian says I can cum. It's strange, because taking orders from a man is so not my thing at all. In fact, I won't do it unless I absolutely have to. But I just love when Gian controls when I cum, determines how and when I cum. It's hotter than anything I can imagine, and it shocked me as much as it did him, I think, when we fucked the first time and I wanted him to keep up his erotic torture forever. I feel safe in the space between the most intense pleasure continuing and that pleasure peaking to the utmost heights it can; I feel safe when Gian is in control of my body. I knew from the instant Gian kissed me that he knew my body and what my body likes better than me. His control of my orgasms is the purest expression of that.
Gian presses the hard wall of his chest to the soft pillow of my breasts. The feeling of him against me sets off fireworks under my skin. I feel us both slicked with sweat now from the intensity and exertion. But I don't fire off until he's ready. Still, I'm trembling around him. My legs are spread wide on the bed and if I had strength enough I would lock them together behind Gian's back. But I'm using every ounce of my energy to hold my orgasm at bay until Gian sets me free.
His lips close over mine, but before I can kiss him, his teeth and lower lip scrape my lower lip into his mouth. He tugs lightly and it shocks me for just a moment enough that I'm not focused on holding back my pleasure and waiting. It trips me up and I shudder beneath him. Gian releases my lip and pulls me closer to him for a kiss. Breathing in my breath, he moans into my mouth. "Cum for me, baby," and now it's my turn to moan into his mouth.
I shake hard enough to break our kiss, and I turn my head to the side and cry out. The intensity of the orgasm thundering through my body shocks me, and I'd been holding the sensations back. I can't believe how much I needed this, either, because the unknown stress of the anxiety is clear to me. I had such stress from not being with him. I don't know if that's what bothered Gian, or something else, but I'm so content to be coming undone with his cock buried inside me. I feel that massive rod slam deeper into me, and the hot jets of cum sliding deep in my pussy. He's unloading and I'm cumming as hard as my body possibly can. I finally make my shaking thighs encapsulate Gian and I pull him tighter in.
"I wish I could go deeper inside you, Lucy," Gian says with a groan.
He makes a good point. That long, thick cock is fucked as far up into me as it can be, but the way I'm squeezing him so tight against me is just slamming him against me in the same places because there's simply nowhere else to go. Gian's huge cock fills me up so that there's not even room for air, and that fullness drives me wild. Tremors shake through my body and I feel my pussy strangle Gian's cock, milking all the cum out of that monster until there's nothing more to give. I'm lost in the shudders and the sighs of my own orgasm, however, because I crave Gian's cock inside me so much that body just goes off on its own little orgasm tangent. My hands are running up and down his back, squeezing him, scratching down his back, grabbing him, and just having to touch him as much as possible. I have to hold onto him while the aftershocks of my orgasm ride through me until I'm totally spent.
I don't even remember more than him turning us over, his cock still inside me, because I fall asleep almost instantly. My eyes are shut before I realize it - maybe I was squeezing them shut? I feel the rise and fall of his chest against my cheek, hear his heartbeat, and nothing else matters. The world around me fades and my arms pull up to hold him as he's holding me, and I feel so safe.
I know it wasn't an easy road here, but now I'm happier than I could've possibly imagined.
"I love you, Lucy," Gian says, kissing me.
"I love you, too," I tell him. I mean it. I mean it more than I've ever meant anything in my life. "You saved my brother. And you saved me. Thank you, Gian," I say and then yawn because I'm so spent, so satisfied, so sated.
"You saved me, baby girl," Gian says, kissing me again and holding me even closer. "Marry me, please," he says so softly I almost don't hear him.
"Yes," I say with all the strength I have left. "I want to be your wife, Gian."
He holds me tighter and I'm happier than I ever knew that I could be.
With such perfect happiness surrounding me, I can fall right asleep. A dreamless world of warmth and happiness greets me in the black velvet behind my eyes.
I'm Gian's, and he's mine.
A Note From The Authors
We hope you liked our first foray into dark romance.
We always view novel releases like a day at the fair or something fun. At least that's how we view it as readers - a way to spend an afternoon.
So even though this novel was 50,000 words, we wanted to give you some more content.
To that effect, we're attached a brand new short 10K story, called Daddy Pease! Never before seen anywhere else!