The Naughty Stuff by Ella Dominguez Read Free Book Online

couldn’t go through with Victor’s game plan.
    Abruptly standing up, she felt Victor’s wet fingers poke into her rectum - first one, then two inserted gently. His movements stilled when she contracted down onto his digits and he waited until she relaxed. Slowly, centimeter-by-centimeter, he worked them in and out of her as his mouth descended once more on her neck.
    He began to suck and gnaw so fiercely, it was all she could do not to scream. The exquisite pain was so overwhelming, but felt so damned good. As she eased into his rhythm, the head of his warm shaft was felt near her ass. Steadily, he pushed in.
    “God damn, Elsa…” he murmured.
    God damn was right. No one existed in that moment; it was just the two of them fucking in the shadows of that dingy, smelly alley. With each penetration, he pushed deeper until she felt his balls hit her pussy.
    Wrapping an arm around her waist, Victor drew her to him and buried his face in her hair which was now damp with sweat and hiding her eyes.
    “The next breath you take, you’ll be screaming for me to allow you to come. I may or may not give you my consent. It all depends on how freely you let those beautiful tears of yours flow. So if you want to come… cry for me, Elsa.”
    Nothing about this man was sublime. He was intense, irrational, passionate and uncompromising, and Elsa couldn’t get enough. Snaking his hand from her belly down to her pussy, he thrust his two middle fingers into her as he continued to pump into her ass unrelentingly. He tugged at her vagina’s inner wall making her bite her lip so hard, she tasted her own blood. He wanted her tears… but why ? What was it about her tears that aroused him?
    “Don’t make me ask again,” he growled low and deep as he bit into the nape of her neck.
    The throbbing in her neck was severe enough it drowned out the pleasure in her bottom. He dug his fingers deeper into her sex and thrust balls deep into her ass as the pain and pleasure fought against one another to overtake her.
    Her lower belly began to pulsate and her loins heated to an unbearable temperature. She was close. Rising on her tip toes ready to come, Victor’s hand stilled as he clutched at her pussy harshly.
    “Tears, Elsa. I don’t see them.”
    Her body began to quiver and she tried to force the tears to come, but it was no use. “I want to come, please make me come…” she panted out as she ground her ass back onto his pulsating shaft.
    She thrashed her head back and forth and began to whimper with need.
    “You’re so close, I can feel it. Just cry for me… give me your tears…”
    Victor’s usually demanding voice was all at once unfamiliar and different - vulnerable and desperate.
    “Don’t deny me, Elsa. Give them to me…” he whispered in her ear.
    He thrust his fingers into her again to give her release and the devastating sound of his husky voice crushed her. His desire was a like a drug, lulling her to euphoria and she turned her head to look at him.
    “Yes, Victor,” she nearly sobbed at the sight of his black eyes dazzling with fury and yearning.
    Wanting nothing more than to give him what he wanted, she conjured the worst of her memories . D redging up each time her heart had been broken and how desolate she felt every time a lover told her goodbye, the tears began to stream down her flushed cheeks. This time they had come freely and with no anger behind them, and she didn’t feel wrong about having done it. The reward for her tears was sweeter than she could’ve ever imagined when she saw elation in his normally tortured eyes. This man, Victor Laurenzo, had opened up something within her and had dragged her to the dark side to show her what her body was made for – him .
    A satisfied smile graced his rugged and magnificent face and he plunged one last time into her. Grunting loudly, his cock twitched and she felt his warm release. He remained inside of her as he continued to finger her until her climax came only a