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“But why me? I am…Ouch!” I yelp as he pinches my nipple again. Ok, that is not pleasurable. “Why did you do that?” I ask him, trying to rub my poor abused nipple.
“You were about to say something not so flattering about yourself and I thought we just established that it was a no-no, [each.”
“Fine. That is my other question. Why do you call me peach?”
“As soon as I opened the door of the clinic, your scent engulfed me and it smelled like unplucked peaches. That's why,” he says this right before he pinches my clit and I fall over the cliff. Shouting over and over as my body shakes, and shivers. “Come on baby girl, it’s time.” Is all I can understand as he lifts me out of the tub and walks me to the bed. Not bothering with drying me off, he lays me on the edge and leans over me, caging me in with one hand on either side. “So little. So sweet. So beautiful. So MINE!” His face turns from wonder to deviously possessive. Like a jailhouse guard with the only key to the outside. It doesn’t bother me though. I never want to be set free. “You want me to fill you, don’t you, my little Peach?” he asks, tracing his finger down my cheek.
“Yes,” I answer arching my back, still reeling from the orgasm I just had but feeling the tension of what is to come as the awareness of it prickles the hair on my arms.
“Good girl. Kiss me,” he says before his mouth attacks mine and my body is covered by him. Feeling him on top of me makes me feel safe and so horny. With my arms around his neck, I pull him further into me, the urgency overtaking me. He pulls back, his eyes fevered. “Spread your legs.” He falls to his knees, pulls me further to the edge of the bed. “Don’t take your eyes off me. Do you understand?” I nod frantically, willing to do or say anything to get him to lick me. SMACK!! I jump and moan as he spanks my pussy, emphasizing his point. I know it is supposed to be a punishment, but what does it say about me that it is far from one? “Do you understand?”
“YES! Yes. yes. Yes.” I chant over and over just needing him to do it.
“Good girl.” He is barely finished saying the word ‘girl’ before his tongue takes one long lap and I am gone. His eyes haven’t left mine yet, reminding me to keep my eyes on him. The whole moment is so dirty and hot that it adds to my building need. “Fucking peach orchard down here, baby. So fucking sweet.” his tongue moves in and out of my pussy. “Shit. Even my tongue can’t fit in here. Jesus, I am going to love stretching the shit out of you.” When he closes his eyes, I take that as permission to lay me head back and get totally lost.
“Yes. SIR. Don’t stop.” I shout, moving my pussy against his face, racing toward my goal, no longer concerned with being sweet.
“Such a greedy little girl. That’s it...take it, baby. Take your pleasure.” It doesn’t compute in my lust-filled mind that he is no longer licking my pussy. I am so far gone, my eyes closed, head moving back and forth as something moves up and down, thumping my clit over and over. My toes begin to twitch right before I shout my release. I find myself mixing that release with a yell of pain. “Shhh. Good girl. You're doing so good. I’m sorry baby girl. I wanted to get it done and over it. The best way was while you were cumming to make my entry easier. Fucking shit. Even with your cherry being busted at the clinic, it still hurt more than I hoped. I promise it is going to get better, baby and then you will be begging me to fuck this pussy night and day. Tight as fuck” he says all of this with clenched teeth as he holds himself back. I squeeze the muscles to test out the pain and he hisses. “Fuck. Don’t do that again unless you are ready for me to fuck you. Damn it. I am trying, little peach. Fuck.'' I smile, loving how much he is trying to make this better for me.
“It’s ok, Stefano, you can move,” I say, squeezing him once again with my hands on his face.
He takes a second and looks down at me. Moving my hair from my face, he simply says, “almost missed you, angel.” He takes my mouth sweet and slow as he moves out of me, looking in my eyes, gauging my pain level. I don’t feel pain.
“Oh... so full,” I say keeping my mouth on his, taking his rhythm and meeting his slow thrusts.
