Sexual fantasies

~Anna’s POV~

That was when it happened—our eyes jamming at the same time.

Before I could say Jack, we grabbed each other… in a fierce kiss. 

Breathless. 

Urgent. 

Demanding.

Alessandro’s hands roamed all over my body, setting my entire pores on fire.

It was as though we were both thinking the same thing a second ago as we hungryly sucked on each other's lips ferociously.

He bit my lip and a moan slipped out of me, granting him entrance. His tongue slid inside dominantly. He swirled in my mouth, cupping my face to bring me closer to himself. Our spit mingling, connecting us in ways I couldn't describe.

Then I stopped, my breath uneven gasps… eyes staring at him… at this handsome, gorgeous guy that knew how to make my knees crumble.

“I–” I tried to talk.

But he stopped me. 

“No talks today…please…” he groaned, pulling me in to kiss me again. Like any second should never be wasted on anything that wasn't his damn hot exploring lips on mine. 

Fuck. 

He pulled off my blouse. 

Free blouse, so easy. 

In a heartbeat, his mouth covered my boobies.

He sucked, fondled, grabbed. Fuck, he even bit my nipples at a point.

“Ummmmm,” I moaned, gripping his curly hair. 

Suddenly, he stopped.

“I wanna fuck you so hard…” he breathed. His gaze was dark. Very dark and intense.

The walls of my pussy squeezed hard. 

“When have you ever needed permission to fuck me?” I wanted to ask, but instead I flashed a cocky smile and began to take off my trousers. 

He swept me off the floor. Sat me on the table. 

“Oh fuck,” I gasped as he slided in.

He started thrusting.

Jolts of pleasure surged through me. 

My hands wrapped around his neck, my eyes rolled white. Our body heat mingled. 

I arched my body to him. For him. Clinging tightly, chasing the sweet pleasure. 

Oh dear. 

Soon we switched positions. To the bed. 

I arched my ass for him as he lay beside me.

 

He raised one of my legs up and damn, my woman juice was thick in the air. 

Then he slid in from behind. Slowly, gently…

I shut my eyes, feeling my body quiver. Felling my pussy gets filled up.

“You make me feel so good,” the words spluttered out of my mouth without thinking. 

“God you make me feel so fucking good!”

“Do I?”

He hit a deep thrust. 

“Make you…”

“Feel…”

“Good…” 

“Y–ye—” 

My words swallowed in my throat.

I curled up, whimpering, shaking. 

As this man rammed into me. Like a beast. 

The best beast in the world. The only beast allowed to be an inch close to me and do things to me. 

“Oh please don't stop…” I moaned, hanging between pleasure and the walls of my pussy tearing apart in pain. 

He stopped abruptly, spread my legs to eat my pussy. 

Damn. 

I quaked. 

I shook.

I shivered.

My legs slammed close and tightened. I clutched and grasped. The pleasure was too much. I could barely hear my broken sobs. 

But Alessandro pressed them open. Oh fuck, he pressed my thighs open and pinned them down to the bed. 

He kept it open. His tongue swirled and slided like he owned my folds. Because yeah he fucking owned me. And he just proved it today. 

I couldn't speak.

I just lay there in tears as this man took me to the heavens. 

He really meant he'd destroy me.

Anna you signed up for this so you can't dare run away. 

“Fuckkk,” I moaned, surrendering totally. 

Fuck partner, do with me as you please. 

Then it hit me— my orgasm.

“I'm cumming,” I cried out. 

“You cumming?”

“Yeah…”

“For who?” He dipped two fingers in.

I squirmed. 

“Ahhhh…. For you…”

“Say my name.” Three fingers. 

Then his cock. 

“Ale—” I choked.

His cock was inside me. 

His sweet fucking cock was inside me. 

“Tell me, love, who will you cum for?” he growled as he entwined my legs over his shoulders. 

“For you baby…”

“For who…”

“I'm cumming for you baby!”

Sheet. 

“Now cum for me, love. Cum for your baby.”

I gasped as he thrusted faster.

My chest tightened. I couldn't breathe.

I bit the inside of my cheeks to stop my groans, and it almost drew blood. 

Pleasure exploded through me like lightning, yet I arched forward for him, never backing away.

His thrusts grew deeper. Like he wanted to split me open. 

“I could fuck you all day and all my life and still want you everyday,” he breathed into my ear, squeezing my boobies tenderly.

Damn. 

The taste of his breathe in my neck as he slammed another deep thrust that stretched me out completely drove me to the edge. 

My orgasms hit me. 

So hard my whole body clenched. My mouth opened but only broken sounds came out.

I squirmed. 

My body trembled. The pleasure tore through me like a crashing wave. 

“Fuck… Alessandro…” I whimpered breathlessly.

Alessandro's cock was still inside me.

Hard as fuck. 

I was gasping for air. The aftershocks left me splayed and drained.

But he looked like he could go another round. 

“Get some rest,” he murmured, flashing me a smirk as he pulled out. 

Before he hurried off to the washroom, he bent and kissed my forehead. Again.

I watched him leave, unable to move or speak even though the very question that lingered in my mind the other day flashed again. 

After we both freshened up, he went to his usual bar spot and I lay on the bed. The whole scene replayed in my head. 

I watched him.

I could tell something was eating him up from behind. 

I should ask— I wanted to ask…

But I couldn't. 

“Ask him, he's been crossing boundaries anyways. You can cross one,” a voice said in my head. 

As I made my way to the bar, Alessandro stood up from the bar stool and walked back into the room. A glass of drink in hand. 

“Anna, thank you very much for honoring my impromptu invitation,” he said. “It was in the contract that I could call and ask, but you could have said no as well. So, thank you.”

Immediately, the butterflies in my stomach died.

This was what it meant to him— contract. 

“Ask me for anything, even money, and I promise to fulfill it to the best of my ability–”

“I want nothing,” I said, my voice a bit sharp. 

“Are you sure?” he asked, his eyes squinting. 

I got up and started packing up my things. 

“I should head back,” I said. 

“Is everything alright?” He grabbed my hand just as I opened the door to walk out. “Your mood suddenly changed…”

“What do you see me as? A whore—” 

I was about to lash out but swallowed back painfully, the reality of our relationship coming to mind. 

“It's nothing. Just tired,” I said. 

“How about you wait here and I'll get you some medicine and food?”

Oh please can you not be caring to me!

I detached my hand. 

“I can take care of myself—”

“Anna please… allow me to do this barest minimum,” he pleaded.

Before I could blink, he held my shoulders and guided me back to the bed. 

Then he zoomed out of the room. 

He returned a few minutes later with food and a pain relief medicine. 

“Here, take this,” he offered.

I collected them. I didn't have the strength to go through any argument with him. No after the nice moment we just had.

“Anna, there's something I'd like to ask you?” he started after a short while. 

His tone sounded serious, yet a bit hesitating. 

“Do you have any sexual fantasies?”