Massimo walks to the bed and rubs his cock before he lowers himself to the mattress. His shadow covers me completely for a moment, then he puts his hands on my thighs and leans forward.
“You’re mine,bambina,” he growls. “All fucking mine.”
He’s said that before. I wish those words meant I was his longer than one more night. He’s become my direction, and it feels so right I could scream, but this is all I can have. One more night of passion. One more night of his dominance. One more night of the roughness that makes my body react in ways I barely understand, but I love it.
“You’re so fucking delicious,” Massimo sighs, teasing my thighs with gentle kisses before I feel his breath on my folds.
Massimo’s tongue flicks against my folds, then he gently caresses them apart until his tongue is against my clit. I melt into pleasure as his tongue swirls around my swollen knot. Then his finger pushes into me and my back arches against the mattress. That feels even better.
His thick finger pumps into my pussy while his tongue dances on my clit. It doesn’t take long for the pressure to build, but I remember the lesson I learned over his knee.
“Am I allowed to come?” I gasp.
His tongue pulls away. “As many times as you can,” he replies, then his tongue immediately returns to my clit.
I give in to the first orgasm, and it’s just the beginning. Waves of pleasure crash into me again and again. By the time Massimo’s tongue pulls away for the final time, I’m dizzy and my vision is blurry. It feels like I might pass out. But Massimo resuscitates me with his lips, breathing life back into my body as he positions himself between my legs.
“Do you need this,bambina?” he asks, rubbing the head of his cock against my slick folds.
“More than anything,” I groan, grinding against his erection until I feel him pushing in.
I’m letting him take me without protection again. It’s foolish, but I don’t care. If our short time together results in something amazing, then I’ll have a piece of him to hold onto after he’s gone. In a strange way, I want that. His life continuing inside me—a piece of him I’ll get to love unconditionally. A never-ending reminder of the incredible man who changed my life.
“You feel so fucking good,” he rasps into my ear while his hips move in unison with mine.
“Harder, Massimo,” I whisper, begging for his roughness.
Massimo’s hands move to my wrists, and he pins me to the bed. His thrusts turn thunderous between my trembling thighs. This is the beautiful ache I crave. Hard pleasure that makes me forget about everything except the moment we’re in.
In a matter of minutes, the pressure is intense, and I can’t hold back. I have permission, so I let the pleasure consume me. The orgasms come like bolts of lightning that hit my core and make my walls spasm on Massimo’s incredible length.
But it isn’t enough. I need more. I cling to him with my nails pressed into his flesh while I ride the waves of euphoria. Then I feel him getting close and it brings me right back to the edge of bliss.
“Fuck!” Massimo hisses, his hips slamming into me.
Massimo erupts and his hot seed pumps into me. I welcome it with an orgasm so hard it knocks the wind out of my shuddering frame. I exist in a breathless moment of pure ecstasy until he’s done. Only then do I finally get enough oxygen to keep me from passing out.
“Now roll over and stick your ass out like a good girl,” Massimo demands.
I was scared of that the last time he said it. I’m not scared anymore. I wait until Massimo pulls away, then I obey. My weary arms barely support my weight, but I keep myself on them until I make it to my knees. A twinge of anticipation sweeps through me as I find the right position and push my bottom out for him.
“Fucking perfect,” he growls, giving me a sharp slap on the ass before both hands dig into my hips.
The slap vibrates through me, teasing my walls and making me gasp. Then I stick my ass out further, feeling his cock against my bottom hole.
“Not so fast,bambina,” he says, moving his cock and sliding a finger into my pussy. “You’re not ready yet.”
I feel ready, but I don’t argue. Massimo’s finger slips inside my pussy, then he spreads my juices on my puckered hole and slips a finger past the ring. I gasp from the sudden intrusion, but my body adjusts a lot faster than it did the last time.
Massimo’s fingers prepare me and once he’s satisfied, I feel his cock. I brace myself as I’m filled by his length, gasping once he’s deep.
The thrusts are gentle at first, but he quickly speeds up, and the friction radiates into my trembling vaginal walls, reigniting the spark in my core.
“Oh god, oh god,” I mewl, the pleasure building inside me.
I’ll have more bruises tomorrow. I’ll be sore and aching with exquisite agony. Several hard slaps land on my bottom in unison with his forceful thrusts into my ass.
And then I come.
