Chapter 112. Will I Be Able to Handle Them?

Elena POV

Vincenzo can take my cunt, take my ass, take my throat. He can take me and do whatever he wants with me.

When I see the anger in his stare, my heart leaps, because the rage has come from the depths of him.

I give myself up completely as I choke and drool.

He has full control now and he uses it, leveraging my hair so strongly that my scalp burns.

His dick is slick with spit and he buries his way into my throat so far that my ears ring, my nose crushed against his stomach.

I suck in the breath of my life when he finally pulls out of me, and that is when he spurts—Long, hot streams into my face, splattering my tongue, my hips, my cheeks, and jetting one load straight into my fucking eye.

I am blinking stinging cum as he puts his face up close to mine, my breath still ragged.

“Now, will you flirt with another man or smile at him after that? Do you want another man’s cock?” He asks me. “Tell me now and you better mean it.”<