Sharon
The two words hung heavy in the air between them. Sharon’s empathetic heart broke for him. She could see the reluctance he’d fought through to let his guard down this way, and all for her sake.
“I’m sorry,” she said sincerely.
“She was killed, actually,” Vittorio continued.
Sharon inhaled sharply. Death was one thing, but murder was wholly another. Why had she been killed? she wondered, her mind suddenly racing. Was it… was it because of Vittorio?
Sharon was suddenly frightened. Here she was, with this admittedly dangerous man whose would-be wife had been murdered. Sharon always felt safe in Vittorio’s arms, but his admission was a definite wake-up call. She couldn’t help but wonder if she was in danger too.
Vittorio shook his head, squinting his eyes as he seemed to try to shake away whatever thoughts had invaded his mind. Suddenly, he snapped his head up, an angry gaze fixed on Sharon.
“Get on your knees.” Vittorio had snapped into his authoritarian, dominant mode.
Sharon hesitated for just a moment, trying to process her combination of mild fear and arousal. Vittorio may be dangerous, but he was also definitely sexy. She was reluctant to admit, even to herself, just how aroused it made her when he affected his take-charge demeanor. Slowly, she dropped to one knee, then to the other, as she knelt on the plush rug on the floor.
“No,” Vittorio said. “Not here.”
Sharon felt his hand wrap around her fine blonde ponytail as he jerked her to her feet and forced her on unsteady legs down a short narrow gangway to the boat’s bedroom. He pulled her back down, hunching his incredibly tall frame over her as he brought her back down to her knees. His heavy pulling made her scalp ache and the wooden floor of the bedroom was hard on her kneecaps.
Vittorio flipped his free hand, so that his palm faced her, and pressed it against her mouth, effectively silencing her frantic panting. “You forgot again, didn’t you?” he growled at her. “You forgot you’re not here to get to know me. You want to use that pretty little mouth so bad, I’ll show you how to use it.”
He dropped his firm hold on her head and brought his hands to the modest neck of her striped shirt. He gripped it hard and tore it into two pieces with a loud ripping sound. He forced his hand into the cup of her lacy white bra and fondled her heavy breast. Sharon exhaled a ragged, excitable breath.
“Yeah,” he teased her as he rolled her peaking nipple between his callused fingers. “This is what you’re here for. This is what you like, isn’t it?”
Sharon kept her gaze below his and nodded silently, a warm sensation blooming within her breast and between her legs.
He released her breast and grabbed her jaw, squeezed it hard and forced her to look up into his dark, angry eyes.
“Isn’t it?” he yelled, tiny flecks of spit flying from his mouth.
“Yes,” Sharon gasped. Her aqua eyes met his almost-black ones with a desperation that matched his intensity. She wanted him to stop but needed him not to. The way he taunted her, teased her, seduced her… it was never fair. The warring emotions and sensations in her body were overwhelming.
Vittorio put his hand over Sharon’s throat, her head bumping hard against the wall as he pinned her back. She leaned back almost uncomfortably far, her hips jutting out in front of her. Vittorio maintained eye contact with her as he walked a hand down her stomach to the lip of her chinos. He reached under the waistband, where his greedy fingers found her tingling sex. Sharon whimpered as he roughly brushed past her clit and forced his middle finger inside her.
“This,” he said, as he hooked and curled his finger inside her. Sharon was sure he could feel how wet she was already. “This is what I want you for.”
Sharon’s legs began to shake. Vittorio stifled her throaty moan with a kiss, forcing his mouth against hers. Between the feel of his lips against hers, his hand at her throat and his finger exploring her most private area, she felt overstimulated and heady. This man was too much for her.
Vittorio broke the kiss and released her. Sharon leaned forward, anxious to catch her breath. She looked up at him while he undid his pants. He dropped them to the ground in front of her, freeing his rigid erection. It never ceased to amaze Sharon how thick his cock was. She had never seen anything like it.
Sharon opened her mouth, eager to suck his length and make him groan, but he forced his finger into her mouth instead.
“Suck,” he commanded.
Sharon did as she was told, hollowing out her cheeks around his long finger and sucking it clean of her own salty juices.
“Good girl,” he chided her. “Now you’re using that slutty little mouth correctly.”
Something about the taste of her own arousal and the dark look of appreciation on Vittorio’s face lit a spark in Sharon. She looked right up at Vittorio, letting her light eyes go wide and innocent while she sucked hard on his finger. Vittorio’s lip twitched with appreciation and need. He yanked his finger out of her mouth and wrapped his broad hand around the base of his cock. He slid his hard member into her eagerly awaiting mouth, pushing the hard round head almost all the way into her throat. The force of his thrust knocked her head back against the wall and Vittorio kept her pinned there as he slid himself in and out.
Vittorio threaded his fingers into her hair, his cock as deep in Sharon’s throat as she could take it and held her there. Sharon felt tears running down both of her cheeks and she struggled to breath around his massive dick. Saliva poured down her chin as he choked her with his cock, before Vittoriohe finally released her. He wet two of his fingers with the runny spit on her chin while she coughed and heaved for breath, then reached under her pants again to finger fuck her tight little slit. Sharon gasped and sighed as he toyed with her wet cunt.
“You learning your lesson yet?” Vittorio asked as he teased her.
“Yes,” she mewled.
“What’s that little mouth for?” Vittorio demanded.
“For… for you. For pleasing you.” Sharon bleated.
“Good girl,” Vittorio said, scraping her up off the hard floor and tossing her onto the bed. “Maybe now you’ll learn to stop asking so many questions.”