His reply shocked me as he pulled me in, his lips meeting mine as he kissed me hard. His mouth was hungry, demanding, and I started to relent before I remembered that I was the one who was supposed to be in charge. Surprised, both at his audacity and at my reaction, I pulled back before slapping him across the face with everything I had. "You son of a bitch! How dare you! You—”
He caught my next slap and lifted me, pushing me against the wall as his powerful body held me helpless against the soundproof padding. He kissed me again, and I felt it, irresistible and hot—my body aching for it. The heat that had been building inside me, the fantasy that I'd been playing with for days was in my arms, and I gave in to my desire. My tongue came out to duel with his, and even though I was angry, the passion built between us. Still, I was the one who was going to be in charge, not him.
Yanking at his shirt, I pulled it out of his pants while his knee parted my legs like they were water, and for the first time, I felt his cock pressing against my hip. He was larger than I'd expected, and I felt more heat build between my legs. "You asshole," I growled when our lips parted for air. “You know you’re an asshole, right?”
"I know," Tomasso replied, pulling me off the wall and pushing me toward the sofa. We collapsed, him on top of me, driving his body into mine as we pulled and tugged at our clothing, trying to get past the annoying fabric to the skin that we both wanted.
It was rough, it was a battle, and one I intended to win. If he thought he could take me, he would find that I was the one taking him. Using some of my jiu-jitsu skills, I flipped us both off the couch, landing on the floor in a loud thud that jarred him slightly. Still, he was strong, his arms unyielding as he crushed me to him again, his lips hot and demanding on my neck, tasting me and tearing groans from my throat.
I could feel his cock pressing between my legs, our pants maddeningly in the way. Reaching down, I cupped him, feeling the heavy weight, and both of us moaned in anticipation. I undid Tomasso's belt and reached inside, shivering at the thickness of what I found inside. "Mmm . . .”
He rolled us over again, his face filled with lust and desire and a bit of anger. He wanted to be the one in charge, and I'd been taunting him and frustrating him for so long—he was at the limits of his control.
I was glad that my pants actually had some flex to them and that I'd already undone the waistband, because Tomasso yanked them so hard off my hips that I felt the heat of the fabric over my skin, and I knew that if I hadn't, he'd have literally torn the pants off my body. Lifting my legs, he pinned my feet next to my head, my legs only able to spread as far as my pants around my ankles would let me. His chest rumbled deep with his desire, and I couldn't see as he adjusted himself, but I could feel the head of his cock pressing against me, and I growled back at him, “You’d better wrap that thing."
He didn’t say a word, and he kept my legs pinned against me as he reached for his pants and fiddled around. I heard a package rip open, and I was glad that he was prepared.
After a moment, he pulled back, then drove his hips forward, his cock spearing me open and driving all words from my mind. Instead, hot streams of pleasure tore through my body as I was stretched and filled again after knowing nothing but my own hands for too long. Without pausing, he pulled back and drove himself in again, pounding me.
I'd never felt something so feral, so passionate, and so amazing as Tomasso relentlessly fucked me. His hips smacked into me over and over, my body giving in to him as he drove his cock deep inside me. My pussy clenched and tightened around him, wanting more and not wanting him to pull out, but he was relentless.
Reaching up with my hands, I pulled him down into a searing kiss, my fingers tight on his neck and my tongue searching not for combat, but for union. I hadn’t surrendered to a man in the past three years, not since college, but he was a man worth giving in to. Tomasso stiffened at first, suspicious even as his cock continued to hammer inside me before his lips softened and his hands became tender on my skin, the fire in his eyes changing from angry passion to just passion. I met his thrusts as best I could, but with my boots next to my ears, there was little I could do. "Let me turn over . . . please. I promise I'll be good."
He nodded, pulling out long enough for me to get off the floor and bend over the sofa, my knees resting on the edge while my forearms rested on the back of the sofa. I looked over my shoulder at him, smiling. "I like it like this."
Tomasso got up and grinned, his cock finally in my view. He was perfect, just the right size and thickness, and I knew it was like nothing I'd ever felt before. He finished taking off his shirt, and I was impressed even more. He was ripped, with thick, rolling slabs of muscle on his body. He paused to slide my pants down further, only to be stopped by my boots. "We should take these off."