Beautiful Prey 2: The Storm Series (BWWM Romance) by Phoenix Daniels

Natasha and
rolled the condom over his hard–on. Once completely sheathed, he reached up and
unwrapped his necktie with his other hand. He held the tie in his hand as he
guided himself into the mouth of Natasha’s pussy. Natasha unsuccessfully tried
desperately to slide down on his dick. But Gianni wrapped the necktie around
Natasha’s neck, twisted it around his hand, and tightened the grip. Natasha’s
eyes widened, but she didn’t fear him. Her lust was inconsolable. In one swift
thrust, Gianni shoved his entire length into her wet begging pussy.
    Natasha’s scream was cut short when
he tightened his grip on the necktie. Gianni allowed Natasha to adjust to his
size before he began a slow, deep rock into her body. Natasha was completely
imprisoned by the lock that he had on her wrists and the tie around her neck.
As Gianni forcefully thrust in and out of her, all remnants of shy Natasha were
gone as she screamed without remorse. Gianni fucked her with slow, deliberate
strokes. It hurt so good as she stretched to accommodate him.
    “So good, baby... So fucking good,”
he moaned into her ear.
    Gianni sped his pace, causing Natasha
to pant uncontrollably.
    “Oh God! Harder! Gianni, fuck me
harder!”
    Gianni tightened his grip on the tie,
restricting Natasha’s breath, and obliged her demand. He slammed his dick into
her pussy repeatedly, causing her back to slap against the wall of the
elevator, until she had no choice but to cum or pass out. She threw her head
back, and her eyes rolled to the back of her head. She had never experienced
such unapologetic, dirty, raw, sex in her life.
    “Umm... Umm... Ugh! Cumming,” was all
she could manage through the choke hold.
    She became light–headed and right
before she completely exploded, Gianni released the necktie, Natasha gasped for
air as he beast fucked her against the wall. Natasha’s pussy throbbed as he
rocked her through her orgasm.
    Gianni released her wrists and
gripped her ass with both hands, and his strokes became frantic. Natasha
wrapped her arms around his neck and held on tight.
    Their bodies became slippery as their
sweat intermingled.
    “You don’t run from me! Do you
fucking hear me? You don’t run!”
    Natasha was spent, but she could feel
another orgasm building within her.
    He ordered with deliberate strokes,
“Say it.”
    “I won’t run, Gianni,” she panted.
    His aggressive strokes and demanding
words sent Natasha over the edge for the second time. She lost all control of
her body, and her pussy greedily clenched his dick. Gianni delivered one last
stroke that made Natasha feel as if she was being choked all over again, before
he completely stilled. His dick throbbed as he emptied his seed into the
condom.
    Still breathing heavenly, he moaned,
“Oh fuck...  Fuck ... Natasha... Sweet, Natasha.”
    Her legs shook violently around his
waist. Gianni held Natasha’s body close until his orgasm subsided, and he began
to soften inside of her. She buried her face in his neck and inhaled his clean
and masculine scent.
    Gianni slowly lowered Natasha to the
floor, making sure that she remained steady on her feet. Natasha’s hands slid
from his neck to his chest. She rubbed his solid chest and ran her fingers
across the large tattoo. It was a cross wrapped in a flag that was half
American and half Italian. Gianni swiped away the strands of hair that were
stuck to Natasha’s sweaty forehead. He placed his hands to the side of her face
and raised her head. Gianni softly kissed her lips and took a step back to pull
up his slacks. Natasha adjusted the cups of her bra and grabbed the strings to
tie her dress. Gianni grabbed her hands.
    “Leave it,” he said before bending to
retrieve her purse and the condom wrapper from the elevator floor.
    Natasha stood over him with her dress
open. Gianni’s tie was still wrapped around her neck, and she didn’t feel the
least bit self–conscious. She felt relief. For so long, Natasha had been
depriving herself