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“Please,” I whisper.
This time, Salvatore doesn’t tell me no.
He strips to just a pair of designer boxers. His own wanting strains against the sleek fabric. I pull at them until Salvatore slides them off, and his erection juts forward into its newfound freedom. He takes his hard cock in his hand, stroking it a couple times as it defies its own weight and girth.
My bravery skips briefly at the sight of it. He rests it between my legs, letting me feel its huge size against my pelvis.
“Are you ready?”
I nod pathetically, looking somewhere up over his shoulder as if I can make it less daunting by simply not acknowledging it.
“Yes.”
It doesn’t sound convincing even to me, and I’m the one who said it.
Salvatore’s laugh comes as a quiet scoff.
“Liar. You think that’s how I’m going to do it? That I’ll shove it in you like some freshman frat boy? Come here,” he says roughly. I gasp as he surrounds me completely, his body over mine, his huge cock resting on my belly. He is a barrier between me and the rest of the world, until there’s nothing else except the heat of his lips and the fit of my legs around his waist.
I cling to him desperately as he kisses me. His attention drifts between my mouth and my breasts, which he grips in his huge hands, teasing them until they roll beneath his touch.
“Let me show you what a man is for,” he breathes, “How I can fill you up, your cunt, your thoughts, until there’s no room inside for anybody else to hurt you.”
He slides down the bed, smoothly pulling my hips down to meet him and opens me up. I gasp in relief as he buries his mouth in my pussy. He gives me that familiar pleasure that he’s trained me on all these nights. I sink quickly into that hot, hungry feeling. A force stronger than my anger and devastation washes in as he makes me give them up, like he’s ripping all those painful emotions from me with his mouth.
Nothing else. Nothing but him.
He rubs his big hand over my belly, reaching up to grope my breasts.
The house’s power flickers, lightning lashing outside the window. He doesn’t stop. I cry out as he keeps going, clinging to him, to the mattress, reaching desperately to any fixed point as I am tossed on a roiling ocean of pleasure.
He works his way up my body inch by inch, making me last like a rare wine. He licks a warm stripe up my abdomen, reaching my breasts with his mouth and his hands. My nipples stand stiff and aching.
“Sal,” I whisper, as he meets my lips with his. “I’m ready,” I say, between breathless, hungry kisses. “Please, please, I’m ready—”
“I know, I’ve got you,” he whispers roughly, working two fingers into my drenched pussy, proving my own arousal, as if it’s not burning me alive inside. I groan as his thick digits work inside me, mixing up the surface pleasure with a deeper, profound throbbing. I open my legs wider, inviting him, all of him, the greed within me endless as I crave more.
Salvatore moves back. His cock is stiff, glistening at the tip. He’s gorgeous, the way he towers over me, every inch of him on display. His light scars and dark hair and thick cock. He strokes it idly as I run my hand up his chest, the moment weighing over both of us.
“I don’t make love, Contessa,” he says, voice rough with want. “I just fuck. That’s all I know how to do. But if it’s too much, you say.”
I’m a grown woman, and this is long overdue; I want it even if it hurts. I nod to him.
I take a few seconds, studying these last moments in which I am my father’s perfect little virgin daughter, breathing her last breaths. She is in Salvatore’s crosshairs now, his finger on the trigger of a kill shot.
Salvatore takes me under him, fits my body perfectly beneath his. The tip of his stiff cock nudges between my legs as he guides himself in, pushing against the immediate tightness.
Tension ripples through me. Even wet and hungry for him, Salvatore struggles to fit.
Pain blossoms, and within seconds of him starting to push inside me, I can’t bear it without gasping.
He stops immediately.
“Sorry,” I whisper, humiliated by my own weakness. “I’m sorry, just…just keep going.
It’s okay if it hurts.”
He shushes me roughly, kissing away the frantic words tumbling from my lips. He eases himself in again, teasing just the head into the shallow dip of my pussy. His cock pushes in slowly, but he stops with a strained growl when he meets the resistance that makes me cry out.
