Chapter 132 132

Chapter 132 132
Mia
"Look at this pretty pussy," he says, leaning in close. "Dripping for me already."
He doesn’t wait for an answer. He dives in, his mouth attaching to my pussy with a desperate hunger. I cry out, my hands flying to his hair, gripping the slick strands as his tongue assaults my clit. He licks me from hole to clit, long, broad strokes that taste every inch of me. He sucks my folds into his mouth, grazing them with his teeth, sending shocks of pleasure-pain ricocheting through my nervous system.
"Alessandro!" I scream, my hips bucking off the chair.
He growls against my flesh, the vibrations adding to the sensation. He pushes my thighs wider, opening me up completely to his onslaught. He focuses on my clit, circling it with the tip of his tongue before sucking hard, pulsing pressure that makes me see stars.
"Fuck, yes, just like that," I babble, my head thrashing against the velvet cushions. "Please, don’t stop."
He slides a finger inside me, pumping it in and out, curling it to find that spot that makes me melt. Then two. He stretches me, filling me, mimicking the thrust of his cock while his tongue works magic on my bundle of nerves. The wet, sloppy sounds of his eating me out mix with the roar of the ocean, creating a symphony of filth and nature.
I can feel the pressure building, a tight coil in my stomach that winds tighter with every flick of his tongue. My breath comes in ragged gasps, my body tensing as I climb toward the peak.
"Cum for me, Mia," he commands, pulling away just long enough to speak before diving back in. "Soak my face, little kitten."
The combination of his dirty words and the relentless suction on my clit sends me over the edge. I shatter, my back bowing, a scream tearing from my throat as my orgasm crashes through me. My cunt clenches around his fingers, wave after wave of pleasure washing over me, drowning me.
He laps up my juices, drinking me down like a man starved. He doesn't stop until I’m a trembling, sobbing mess, pushing weakly at his head to get a break.
He rises up over me, his chin glistening with my cum. He looks feral, his eyes blown wide with lust. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, smearing my wetness across his cheek.
"Turn over," he orders, his voice rough.
I obey, flipping onto my hands and knees on the lounge chair. The velvet rubs against my sensitive skin. I feel him behind me, the heat of his body radiating against my back. He undoes his belt, the metallic clink loud in the quiet night, followed by the sound of his zipper lowering.
His cock springs free, hot and heavy against my ass. He fists it, sliding the head through my wetness, coating himself in my arousal.
"Do you feel this?" he growls, pressing the thick length against my entrance. "This is what you do to me. This is yours."
He thrusts inside me in one smooth stroke, burying himself to the hilt.
"Ah!" I cry out, the sudden stretch burning in the best way possible. He fills me completely, stretching my walls until I feel like I might split apart.
He grips my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh, holding me in place as he begins to move. He starts slow, dragging his cock out until only the head remains, then slamming back in. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoes across the beach.
"Look at the ocean, Mia," he commands, reaching forward to grab a fistful of my hair and pulling my head back. "I want you to see the whole fucking world while I fuck you."
I force my eyes open, staring out at the dark, churning water. The moonlight paints silver streaks across the surface. It’s beautiful, but it’s nothing compared to the feeling of him inside me. He picks up the pace, his thrusts becoming harder, faster. He fucks me with a brutal intensity, a punishment and a reward all at once.
"You’re mine," he grunts, slamming into me. "This pussy is mine. This baby is mine. You are fucking mine."
"Yours," I sob, the word ripped from my throat with every thrust. "I’m yours, Alessandro. Only yours."
He releases my hair and reaches around to find my clit. He rubs it in time with his thrusts, sending me spiraling toward another orgasm. The dual stimulation is too much. I can feel the coil tightening again, impossibly fast.
"Please," I beg, not knowing what I’m begging for. More? Less? Release?
"Cum with me," he demands, his rhythm faltering slightly. "Milk my cock, Mia. Take every drop."
He slams into me one last time, burying himself deep as he erupts. The feeling of him pulsing inside me, coating my insides with his hot seed, triggers my own release. I scream his name, my vision whiting out as pleasure consumes me. My cunt spasms around him, milking him for everything he has, dragging out his orgasm until he’s empty.
We collapse onto the chair, a tangled heap of limbs and heavy breathing. He wraps his arms around me, pulling me back against his chest as we spoon on the narrow cushions. I can feel his heart hammering against my spine, matching the frantic rhythm of my own.
I look down at his arm, draped over my waist. The plastic wrap crinkles slightly. Underneath, the ink of my face stares back at me, a permanent ghost haunting his skin.
"I love the tattoo," I whisper into the darkness, the confession settling over us, heavier than the sex, sweeter than the cake.
He kisses the top of my head, his beard tickling my scalp.