Not yet… not yet.
Hold it.
Please hold it.
Fuck you, sex deprivation. I can’t be this uncool and come in four minutes flat.
But I do, and I see stars. I cry out to the sound of his voice whispering things in Italian. After that, it all becomes a blur.
I hear a packet tear open, and I watch him roll on the condom. He lifts my other leg to his chest and slowly feeds himself into me. His eyes are locked on the place that we meet. My mouth hangs open at his claiming, and he smiles down at me.
“Ouch,” I whimper. I begin to thrash beneath him as the pressure become too much. “Rici.”
“Sei nata per cavalcare questo cazzo. Prendilo.” I frown in question. “It’s okay, it’s okay.” He leans down and kisses me. “I’m being careful. I’ll let you get used to me first. I won’t hurt you.” I wince. “Olivia.”
I close my eyes as the burn of his possession becomes almost too much.
“Look at me,” he whispers.
I drag my eyes up to his.
“Open up and let me in. I need you.” His voice is hushed and calming.
As if my body only bows to his command, she opens a little, and he pushes forward.
“Kiss me,” I plead, reaching for him.
He falls down over me and stares at me for a moment as he brushes the hair back from my forehead. An unexpected tenderness runs between us, and his lips softly take mine in his as he pushes all the way in.
We stay still, my heart racing at his possession. Our kiss turns frantic. Oh God, I need him, too.
“Sono rovinato,” he whispers.
“What?” I pant.
He smiles against my lips. “I’m ruined, Olivia.”
I lift my pelvis. “I haven’t started ruining you yet, Mr. Ferrara.”
He chuckles and pumps me hard. “Oh, yes, you fucking have.” He lifts me, and pulls out slowly before he pushes back in slowly. The sting of his large cock stretching me wide open is almost unbearable. We go slow for a while, staring at each other in awe. I’ve never had sex like this before. I’ve never been completely owned like this.
He begins to ride me with hard, punishing hits. The bed is hitting the wall, his teeth are on my neck, his hands are holding my legs back… his large cock is deep inside of me, stroking me—stretching me. He’s taking what he needs from my body.
Some men make love but Enrico Ferrara fucks.
He’s strong and hard… so hard.
The sound of my arousal sucking him in is loud. Our skin slapping together echoes around the room.
I’m tight and he’s big, but somehow it works between us. We’re like animals as we fuck. Nothing could stop us from taking what we need from each other.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he moans. “No not yet,” he pants. I smile, knowing he’s trying to hold off his orgasm and can’t.
I love that he can’t.
“Fuck me,” I pant against his lips. “Harder.”
He lifts my hips and holds himself deep. He jerks hard as he comes in a rush, his throbbing cock sending shockwaves through my body as I clench around him.