No Strings Attached

CHAPTER 18

"Cum for me fiore, tell me how much you hate me," he rasps, his lips sucking on my breast as his fingers fuck me too damn well.

I moan loudly as I feel myself release around him, cumming on his fingers as he works my orgasm, his name coming out of my mouth as if it's the only one I know.

"Go on fiore, tell me how much you hate me, tell me you hate me whilst you cum on my fingers," he taunts, his eyes dancing with excitement as he looks at me.

"I hate you so fucking much," I moan, opening my eyes to look at the man who's making me cum harder than any other man ever has. And with just his fucking fingers.

"Again," he groans, his fingers rubbing me harshly as I whimper under his touch.

"I hate you," I rasp, my voice a breathless moan.

I moan those three words as if they're the only ones I know, a litany, an affirmation despite how fucking good he's making me feel. I hate him. But more, I hate this he's the one making me feel this good.

He chuckles as my orgasm comes to an end, his hands untying my wrists as they fall to his chest.

I let out a cry as suddenly I'm flipped onto my stomach, my head being pushed into the sheets as my hands clutch at the covers.

"Are you on birth control?" he asks, his erection pushing into the curve of my ass. I nod and immediately moan as I feel his dick surge into me, so fast that I choke, the pain from the sudden thrust soon overcome with a burning pleasure.

"You told me to fuck you Anastasia, and that's exactly what I'm doing," he grits out, his hand fisting my hair as he pumps his dick in and out of me, fucking me from the behind.

I lift my ass up to give him more access and my eyes roll back as he surges into again, so hard I have to bite my tongue to muffle a scream.

He pushes my head deeper into the sheets as my tits press against them, my breathing coming out in rapid pants as his dick stretches me with each thrust, hitting my g-spot every goddamn time.

"Oh, God," I groan, my eyes fluttering shut as he slams into me again, his fingers digging into my waist.

"No sweetheart," he chuckles, his lips brushing against my ear. "He won't be helping you after this,"

His words earn a whimper to fall from my lips as he slams into once more, his pace becoming faster with each thrust.

"Vincenzo," I moan, feeling another orgasm coming as I clench around his dick.

"You don't cum until I say so," he orders, his lips kissing along my back and up to my neck.

I whine as I feel myself so close it's painful, a tear rolling down my cheek as he slows down his pace.

"You wanna cum fiore?" he taunts, pulling out as he leans over me, his hand now on the back of my neck.

"Yes," I grit out, my eyes fluttering open as his grip on my neck loosens.

I can't help the pathetic whine which falls from my lips as he pulls out, my body instantly feeling the loss of his as I feel my entire body ache to be touched by him again.