Shadow Rider
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Francesca hadn’t thought it would be possible to be so needy again so fast, but within moments she was squirming, trying to impale herself on that teasing spike that rubbed so seductively over her very sensitive bud.
“Look at me, Francesca. Keep your eyes open and keep looking at me while I take you.”
The hard authority in his voice sent more liquid heat to bathe her entrance. He mesmerized her, captured her with his sheer personality. She couldn’t have looked away even if the room filled with people. She was well and truly his.
Stefano slid his cock inch by inch, as slowly as he possibly could, into Francesca’s scorching sheath, drawing out the moment as long as possible, savoring the feeling of her oh so fucking tight channel reluctantly giving way for him. He could feel every heartbeat right through his cock. He’d never been so hard in his life. So near the loss of control when control was everything to him.
It might make him the biggest bastard in the world, but he liked that she was his to teach all the things he liked, the things he needed. He was a jealous son of a bitch, although that trait was brand-new, just emerging since he’d found her, but the thought of another man with his cock inside her made him killing crazy. He could understand why he’d been taught discipline at an early age. One couldn’t hunt down some boy who had stolen his woman’s virginity from him and kill him, although he acknowledged the urge to do so was there. He didn’t ask his name because he didn’t fully trust himself to act in a civilized manner. He didn’t feel civilized when he was around Francesca. He felt primitive, a savage brute who would keep his woman away from other men by any means available to him.
He loved watching her eyes widen with shock as he pushed through those tight, scorching-hot petals. So tight she was strangling the life out of him, but he was going to die a happy man. It was a form of ecstasy, the pleasure and pain mixing until he wasn’t certain where one began and the other left off, but there was no way he’d ever stop. No. Fucking. Way.
Finally, he managed to bottom out, forcing her body to take all of him. He was long and thick and she was so tight that for a moment he had to fight for control to keep from spilling his seed right there and then. Fucking perfect.
He stared down at her, his cock swelling impossibly more at the sight. She was spread out like a feast, his marks all over her. Bite marks branding her as his, purple circles coming up where he’d suckled her delicate skin, forming a pretty necklace that declared to the world she belonged to a very possessive man.
Watching her eyes, he pulled back slowly, savoring the feeling of her tight muscles dragging over his throbbing cock as he withdrew. Blood pounded through the thick, heavy spike in time to his heartbeat, proclaiming his hungry, urgent need. Her eyes widened. Her mouth formed a perfect little O. He loved how she looked, her breasts jutting upward, nipples tight, arms stretched over her head, hands bound together, his marks all over her little curvy, smoking-hot body. His. All. His.
He tried for control. For careful. Mindful of her innocence. Mindful that she was new at this. But heaven help him, she started moaning. Whimpering. Mewling like a little kitten. Her body writhed and bucked and deep inside he felt the tremors, the way her tight muscles milked and gripped. It would have been too much for a saint and he was the devil himself, so there was no way to stop him from driving deep. Francesca let out a small scream that vibrated right through his cock, destroying his self-control completely.
He slammed home. Brutally. Rough as sin. Fire streaked through him. White lightning. She cried out as his fingers dug deep into her hips and yanked her into him as he hammered into her. Over and over. Not letting up. Taking her. Pounding without mercy for either of them.
His hands cupped her ass, that beautiful delectable, edible ass he loved to watch as she walked. He’d dreamed of her ass, had multiple fantasies about it. He dug his fingers into her and held her pinned, completely immobile while he lost himself in her. He’d never fucked so hard in his life. She screamed when he bore down hard over her clit. Thankfully that hadn’t been a scream of pain. He wasn’t certain he could have slowed down or stopped.
Francesca stared at him with dazed, shocked eyes. Obeying him. Remembering on her own to let him see what he was doing to her. How she was reacting. He was out of control, but thank fuck she gave him her eyes so he could ensure she was enjoying what he was doing to her. Her breasts jolted invitingly with every brutal thrust. Her breath came in ragged, gasping pants, adding to the music of her whimpers, screams and the sound of his name, so breathy he wanted to double his efforts to hear more. He’d never seen anything so fucking hot in his life.
“Look at me, Francesca. Keep your eyes open and keep looking at me while I take you.”
The hard authority in his voice sent more liquid heat to bathe her entrance. He mesmerized her, captured her with his sheer personality. She couldn’t have looked away even if the room filled with people. She was well and truly his.
Stefano slid his cock inch by inch, as slowly as he possibly could, into Francesca’s scorching sheath, drawing out the moment as long as possible, savoring the feeling of her oh so fucking tight channel reluctantly giving way for him. He could feel every heartbeat right through his cock. He’d never been so hard in his life. So near the loss of control when control was everything to him.
It might make him the biggest bastard in the world, but he liked that she was his to teach all the things he liked, the things he needed. He was a jealous son of a bitch, although that trait was brand-new, just emerging since he’d found her, but the thought of another man with his cock inside her made him killing crazy. He could understand why he’d been taught discipline at an early age. One couldn’t hunt down some boy who had stolen his woman’s virginity from him and kill him, although he acknowledged the urge to do so was there. He didn’t ask his name because he didn’t fully trust himself to act in a civilized manner. He didn’t feel civilized when he was around Francesca. He felt primitive, a savage brute who would keep his woman away from other men by any means available to him.
He loved watching her eyes widen with shock as he pushed through those tight, scorching-hot petals. So tight she was strangling the life out of him, but he was going to die a happy man. It was a form of ecstasy, the pleasure and pain mixing until he wasn’t certain where one began and the other left off, but there was no way he’d ever stop. No. Fucking. Way.
Finally, he managed to bottom out, forcing her body to take all of him. He was long and thick and she was so tight that for a moment he had to fight for control to keep from spilling his seed right there and then. Fucking perfect.
He stared down at her, his cock swelling impossibly more at the sight. She was spread out like a feast, his marks all over her. Bite marks branding her as his, purple circles coming up where he’d suckled her delicate skin, forming a pretty necklace that declared to the world she belonged to a very possessive man.
Watching her eyes, he pulled back slowly, savoring the feeling of her tight muscles dragging over his throbbing cock as he withdrew. Blood pounded through the thick, heavy spike in time to his heartbeat, proclaiming his hungry, urgent need. Her eyes widened. Her mouth formed a perfect little O. He loved how she looked, her breasts jutting upward, nipples tight, arms stretched over her head, hands bound together, his marks all over her little curvy, smoking-hot body. His. All. His.
He tried for control. For careful. Mindful of her innocence. Mindful that she was new at this. But heaven help him, she started moaning. Whimpering. Mewling like a little kitten. Her body writhed and bucked and deep inside he felt the tremors, the way her tight muscles milked and gripped. It would have been too much for a saint and he was the devil himself, so there was no way to stop him from driving deep. Francesca let out a small scream that vibrated right through his cock, destroying his self-control completely.
He slammed home. Brutally. Rough as sin. Fire streaked through him. White lightning. She cried out as his fingers dug deep into her hips and yanked her into him as he hammered into her. Over and over. Not letting up. Taking her. Pounding without mercy for either of them.
His hands cupped her ass, that beautiful delectable, edible ass he loved to watch as she walked. He’d dreamed of her ass, had multiple fantasies about it. He dug his fingers into her and held her pinned, completely immobile while he lost himself in her. He’d never fucked so hard in his life. She screamed when he bore down hard over her clit. Thankfully that hadn’t been a scream of pain. He wasn’t certain he could have slowed down or stopped.
Francesca stared at him with dazed, shocked eyes. Obeying him. Remembering on her own to let him see what he was doing to her. How she was reacting. He was out of control, but thank fuck she gave him her eyes so he could ensure she was enjoying what he was doing to her. Her breasts jolted invitingly with every brutal thrust. Her breath came in ragged, gasping pants, adding to the music of her whimpers, screams and the sound of his name, so breathy he wanted to double his efforts to hear more. He’d never seen anything so fucking hot in his life.
