Luca Vitiello (Born in Blood Mafia Chronicles 0.5)

“Luca, please,” she begged, lifting her hips, and fuck, I almost lost it.

“You want this?” I brushed her clit and she moaned.

“Yes.”

“Soon,” I growled and eased a finger into her slowly. So damn tight. I ran my tongue around my finger and Aria’s entrance, then trailed it up to her nub. Aria moaned as I closed my lips gently around her clit and began to suck.

“Tell me when you come,” I murmured before I continued my suckling. My finger slid easier in and out of Aria’s channel as she grew wetter.

“I’m com—”

I quickly retracted my finger and pushed two fingers in. Fuck, she was tight. Her face flashed with pain and pleasure as her walls clenched around my fingers. I kissed her thigh then groaned from the grip of her walls on my fingers. “You’re so fucking tight, Aria. Your muscles are squeezing the life out of my fingers.”

Fuck, this shouldn’t have excited me as much as it did.

Aria peered down at me, face flushed. I slowly pulled my fingers out a bit but she tensed even more and winced. I slid back in and established a slow, gentle rhythm of my fingers fucking her.

“Relax,” I said, but she didn’t. “I need to widen you, principessa.”

If she was already this tense with only two fingers, getting my cock inside her would be a fucking disaster. I circled her clit with my tongue lightly until she let out a soft sigh, her walls easing their grip around my fingers as she grew even more aroused.

When she relaxed, I pulled my fingers out and moved up, hovering over her. I gently pushed her legs farther apart and lined my cock up with her entrance. My cock looked fucking huge against her pink pussy, and it gave me a thrill, knowing how tightly she’d grip me. She tensed when my tip brushed her opening. I lowered myself and left gentle kisses on her face, hoping it would take some of her fear. “Aria,” I rasped. She raised her gaze to mine, blue eyes swirling with anxiety. She wrapped her arms around me, shaking fingers touching my back. She gave me a tense smile. Fuck. I wanted to protect and care for this woman.

I increased the pressure on Aria’s entrance, trying to get past her clenched walls, but she was tense. I could have broken through her tension with more force, but that was the last thing I wanted to do. “Relax,” I said, cupping her cheek and kissing her lips. “I’m not even in yet.”

I ran my fingertips down her side before I gripped her thigh and parted her further for me, hoping it would allow me to enter her more easily. Shifting my hips and gritting my teeth, I slid into her about an inch. She dug her nails into my skin, her face flashing with pain, her body tensing even further in expectation of more pain. The grip of her walls brought a blinding wave of pleasure. Only the look at her pain-stricken face allowed me to stay in control and not seek more of the pleasure her tightness could offer me. Aria whimpered, a sound that sliced cleanly through me. I’d heard cries of agony that had bothered me not a fucking bit, but this…

I stopped and started stroking Aria’s breasts, hoping it would allow her body to adapt to the penetration.

“You are so beautiful,” I whispered into her ear, not even sure where those words came from. I’d never sweet-talked a woman. If anything, I told them how I wanted to fuck them. “So perfect, principessa.”

My words finally made Aria relax and her eyes shone with gratefulness. She shouldn’t have felt that way about me, not when it was me who hurt her, who pushed her past her boundaries because I didn’t want to wait any longer to lay claim on her. I knew all that and still I didn’t stop, couldn’t fucking stop. The need to finally have this woman was too strong, and I was a bastard.

I eased my cock deeper into her and she tensed again. Kissing her, I rasped, “Almost there.” It was a fucking lie. I wasn’t even halfway in. I moved a hand between us and rubbed her clit, hoping to get her to relax with pleasure.

Aria released a small huff, her lips parting, and hesitant flickers of pleasure showed on her face. Soon Aria softened around me and let out hesitant moans.

I didn’t warn her before I thrust the rest of the way into her, breaking through her body’s resistance with more force than I’d planned. Aria arched under me, gasping, her eyes closing under the force of the pain. I stilled, overwhelmed by the sensations of her tightness and the look of pain on her face. She pressed up to me, her breathing harsh against my throat, her body trembling.