Rosa

Chapter 31

As they lay in bed together, Rosa couldn't help but smirk. "You did not enjoy watching Rodrigo touch me, did you?"

Cristiano positioned himself at her entrance and ran the underside of his shaft along her sensitive, silken nub. The head of his cock probed her folds. Rosa drew in a sharp breath at the arousing slip and slide of his foreplay.

"When I saw you with that fucker tonight," Cristiano grunted as he continued to tease his manhood along her sex, "I wanted to kill him. I did not know that I could feel such jealousy. Already, I know I cannot watch you do it again to another man. The terms of our arrangement must change."

"Change?" she drawled. "In what way?"

Right then, he pushed himself inside of her. Balls deep. To the hilt. She grunted in pain and ecstasy at the suddenness of him, the size of him.

Whimpering, Rosa's eyes squeezed shut as she willed her body to relax, to accommodate her man. "Oh, Cristiano..."

God, he was huge.

"Dio, you feel better than I ever imagined," Cristiano groaned, "like your pussy was made to take my cock."

Rosa couldn't disagree. She had never felt so perfectly filled to the brim in her life. Cristiano's hardness throbbed against the softness of Rosa's inner walls, stretching her in ways she had never been stretched before. Her heart nearly beat out of her chest. The sensations were so overwhelming. It almost slipped her mind that the bastard had dodged her question. Rosa forced herself to stay focused.

She tried to ask him again, "You never answered me—"

Without warning, Cristiano began to move inside Rosa, and she lost all power of speech as he fucked her. Slowly, thoroughly, steadily. He took such painstakingly sensual drags in-in-in and out of her body. His hand also returned to her clit, pleasuring her nub while his cock thrust inside her pussy. Her climax mounted within her core. Release was coming soon.

"I am so close, mon beau," Rosa urged. "Keep going. Please do not stop..."

His pace quickened as he started to hump her with more intensity and rigor. His arm and chest muscles grew taut and slick with sweat above her. The loud, wet, slapping sounds and smells of his shaft pounding her sex, over and over again, filled the air. Desire soared between them. He leaned over to kiss her again, catching her lips between his lips to steal her breath away. Her hips writhed beneath him as she tried to follow his rhythm, chasing mindlessly after her orgasm. Rosa's pussy pulsed with need and burned with want. It was the sweetest kind of agony.

Then, again, without warning, he suddenly pulled out of her right as she was about to explode in pure, unadulterated bliss. Rosa gasped in shock. Without breaking eye contact, he gripped his pulsing red shaft in his fist and started to jack himself off. Seconds later, he groaned and shuddered and spilled his seed all over her belly and sex.

"No, no, no," she objected with rounded, desperate eyes. "What the fuck is wrong with you?"

Cristiano ignored her pleas.

He cast her a defiant, knowing look. "Your pussy did not deserve to come around my cock. In fact, you do not deserve to come at all tonight.

This petty fucker!

Rosa realized, then, too late, that this was part of her punishment.

Anger flared in her. Unrequited need and want continued to thrum inside her as well. She didn't know it was possible to feel so fucking mad and so fucking horny at the same damn time!

Rosa spat at him, "Go to hell!"

She turned away from him, but he laughed and held her tight. "Only if you come with me."