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He looks at me with a wicked grin. “I think I like you here, Caterina. Here where I can see how much you want me. Look at how you are wet for me. Such a good girl,” he murmurs.
The words hit me with the strength of a battering ram.
I moan again and Elio grunts. “You like that, do you, cara mia?”
“Please,” I beg.
If I don’t feel him inside me soon, I think I’m going to scream.
Elio laughs, adding a third finger. The noise my body makes as it takes him is obscene, and I’m so wet that I can feel it running down the inner sides of my thighs.
“I think now you’re ready for me,” he purrs.
I toss my hair over my shoulder and look back again. Elio takes his belt off with one hand, then undoes his crisp looking slacks. He takes his shirt off, and the muscles of his torso gleam in the low light.
He’s so handsome.
He looks at my body like a king surveying a map, and then he takes himself out of his pants.
The sight of his thick cock makes my mouth water.
“Such a good girl for me,” he murmurs again as he presses inside me.
The sensation of being filled by him makes my overly-sensitive nerves tremble. I look forward again, my hands scraping at the couch cushions as I try to grab hold of anything in front of me.
Elio’s low laugh rumbles up my spine. “Relax, Caterina. Let me have you,” he whispers.
I do my best to relax, and just breathe through the sensations.
The fullness.
Hands on either side of my hips, gripping me tightly.
The feeling of him as he begins to slide out, then pump slowly back in.
You’d think that, given the fact we’ve done this a couple of times now, I’d be used to how he feels when he presses all of his thick cock inside me.
I have a feeling, however, that one never really gets used to Elio Rossi.
Elio is slowly starting to pick up the pace. “Caterina,” he groans, his words audible over the slapping of our bodies where they meet. “Come for me again, carissima.”
“I.. I don’t..” I gasp.
I’m a wreck. My body is just a bundle of nerves at this point, and I don’t think I can handle anything, let alone another orgasm.
“Be a good girl, Caterina,” he whispers as one of his hands snakes around to my clit.
“Come for me.”
I do. God help me.
I explode.
Within seconds, Elio grunts behind me. I feel him tense and spill, hot and long, inside my body.
I like it. It’s scary, how much I like it.
He leans forward and presses a kiss against my spine. “Beautiful, Caterina,” he murmurs. “Stay here.”
