Bellissimo Lotta (Beautiful Struggle): Companion Novel to Bellissimo Fortuna (The Family Trilogy Book 2) by Leigh Ann Lunsford
Authors: Leigh Ann Lunsford
Tags: General Fiction
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between her legs and lap up the juices she’s coated in. I tense my tongue and use it to spear into her pussy, holding her hips with my hands so she can’t move. Moving my tongue up to circle her clit, I keep the pressure off the bundle of nerves making her suffer and groan in frustration.
“Please, Dakota.”
I look up in her eyes, “Please, what?”
“Make me come.”
“Again?”
She nods, but I’m not giving into her easily. I bite her clit softly, and she tries to buck her hips. Her toes are curling, hands fisting the bedspread. I go back to her opening and curl my tongue up, licking a few times. She lets go of the bedspread to grab my head, pushing it tightly against her pussy. I get the hint.
Her clit is hard and pulsing in my mouth as I suck it relentlessly. Her screams and the stiffening of her body are my only warnings as she lets go. Grabbing my shorts and getting a condom, I hurriedly sheath my dick.
I grab her legs, “Spread wide, baby.” She obeys. I know this is going to hurt her, but I can’t stop myself. I plunge deep inside her, watching her eyes cloud with pain, she gasps, biting her lip containing the scream she wants to let out. I cover her mouth with mine, kissing her and trying to absorb the hurt I caused. “Sorry,” I mumble against her lips.
She rotates her hips in circles underneath me. I pull out and push back in. She winces, and I know it isn’t comfortable for her. I move in and out as gently as I can, letting her get accustomed to me. She adjusts after a few strokes and begins to push up every time I sink into her. Fast and hard, she is setting the tempo. I grab her thighs and push them up towards her chest and rise to my knees so I can get deeper. I have this need to crawl inside her. Thrust after thrust, I’m chasing my release, and she is keeping pace with me. I let go of one leg and reach down to rub her clit and suction my mouth to her nipple. I pinch her clit at the same time I bite her nipple, and she erupts, clenching and squeezing my cock until I come, harder than I can ever remember.
Bianca doesn’t fuck like a virgin. She fucks with no end in sight, with wild abandonment, with reckless fervor. She fucks like she wants to live life; whole-heartedly, with no fear.
If this is just fucking, why do I feel a pressure in my chest? It’s as if something is trying to penetrate my skin and embed itself in my soul.
“You’re quiet.”
I brush her hair back from her face. “Just in awe.”
“This is a sport I can throw my whole self into.” She smiles at me, and it reaches her eyes. It’s not one of the smiles she throws out to keep people from looking in, questioning, or being concerned with her. It knocks me on my ass.
“I’d say you would definitely medal in it as an Olympic sport.”
“Gold?”
“Silver and Bronze also. “ I search her face, trying to find the words to convey what this means. “Bianca, what you just gave me, thank you.”
She sits up and tosses her hair over her shoulder, “It was sex, Dakota. It wasn’t a kidney.” She scoots off the bed and disappears into the bathroom before I can form a thought. She was loud and clear. Only sex. This changes nothing. And to think I was the one who was afraid she would make it complicated. Not be able to disassociate emotions and sex. Joke is on me. This seems to be my issue. One I’ve never experienced.
We are afraid to care too much, for fear that the other person does not care at all.
~ Eleanor Roosevelt
Chapter 7
Bianca
I’m still tingling as I hurry to the bathroom. Holy shit! Through the pain of him thrusting into me, I found such pleasure. The slow burn began low in my stomach and raged into a firestorm until I exploded. I had to bite the inside of my lip to keep the tears at bay. I kept telling myself this was just sex as he gazed into my eyes and I spiraled out of control. Then he fucking thanked me, and I had to disassociate myself before I ended up
“Please, Dakota.”
I look up in her eyes, “Please, what?”
“Make me come.”
“Again?”
She nods, but I’m not giving into her easily. I bite her clit softly, and she tries to buck her hips. Her toes are curling, hands fisting the bedspread. I go back to her opening and curl my tongue up, licking a few times. She lets go of the bedspread to grab my head, pushing it tightly against her pussy. I get the hint.
Her clit is hard and pulsing in my mouth as I suck it relentlessly. Her screams and the stiffening of her body are my only warnings as she lets go. Grabbing my shorts and getting a condom, I hurriedly sheath my dick.
I grab her legs, “Spread wide, baby.” She obeys. I know this is going to hurt her, but I can’t stop myself. I plunge deep inside her, watching her eyes cloud with pain, she gasps, biting her lip containing the scream she wants to let out. I cover her mouth with mine, kissing her and trying to absorb the hurt I caused. “Sorry,” I mumble against her lips.
She rotates her hips in circles underneath me. I pull out and push back in. She winces, and I know it isn’t comfortable for her. I move in and out as gently as I can, letting her get accustomed to me. She adjusts after a few strokes and begins to push up every time I sink into her. Fast and hard, she is setting the tempo. I grab her thighs and push them up towards her chest and rise to my knees so I can get deeper. I have this need to crawl inside her. Thrust after thrust, I’m chasing my release, and she is keeping pace with me. I let go of one leg and reach down to rub her clit and suction my mouth to her nipple. I pinch her clit at the same time I bite her nipple, and she erupts, clenching and squeezing my cock until I come, harder than I can ever remember.
Bianca doesn’t fuck like a virgin. She fucks with no end in sight, with wild abandonment, with reckless fervor. She fucks like she wants to live life; whole-heartedly, with no fear.
If this is just fucking, why do I feel a pressure in my chest? It’s as if something is trying to penetrate my skin and embed itself in my soul.
“You’re quiet.”
I brush her hair back from her face. “Just in awe.”
“This is a sport I can throw my whole self into.” She smiles at me, and it reaches her eyes. It’s not one of the smiles she throws out to keep people from looking in, questioning, or being concerned with her. It knocks me on my ass.
“I’d say you would definitely medal in it as an Olympic sport.”
“Gold?”
“Silver and Bronze also. “ I search her face, trying to find the words to convey what this means. “Bianca, what you just gave me, thank you.”
She sits up and tosses her hair over her shoulder, “It was sex, Dakota. It wasn’t a kidney.” She scoots off the bed and disappears into the bathroom before I can form a thought. She was loud and clear. Only sex. This changes nothing. And to think I was the one who was afraid she would make it complicated. Not be able to disassociate emotions and sex. Joke is on me. This seems to be my issue. One I’ve never experienced.
We are afraid to care too much, for fear that the other person does not care at all.
~ Eleanor Roosevelt
Chapter 7
Bianca
I’m still tingling as I hurry to the bathroom. Holy shit! Through the pain of him thrusting into me, I found such pleasure. The slow burn began low in my stomach and raged into a firestorm until I exploded. I had to bite the inside of my lip to keep the tears at bay. I kept telling myself this was just sex as he gazed into my eyes and I spiraled out of control. Then he fucking thanked me, and I had to disassociate myself before I ended up
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