Sabrina keened, sucking in a breath as her entire body locked up and she looked at the man who had single-handedlystripped her of every one of her well-placed defenses. “Cesare, please!” She gasped.
“Let go, tesoro. Give it to me.” He demanded as he picked up the power and force behind his thrusting hand. “Let daddy take care of this sweet little pussy, so tight just for me.”
Everything shattered as Sabrina came with a cry of pleasure, tears running down her cheeks as she cried out her release. Cesare released her wrists and cradled her to him as he kissed her mouth, caressing her tongue with his, filling her with him wherever he could.
“Look at you, tesoro. So beautiful. So good for me.” He continued to whisper a litany of filthy praise as Sabrina slowly floated back to herself and into her body.
He kissed the tears from her cheeks as she curled into him; his gesture so sweet it ripped apart something in her chest, then sewed it back together.
“Mine.” He whispered, as his hand slowly slid back to her now swollen pink pussy lips.
Sabrina inhaled sharply. “I just…” She broke off with a moan as he traced his thumb back and forth over her sensitive clit, watching Sabrina with an expression of something that looked like awe.
“I can’t.” She whimpered.
“You know what to say if you want to stop.” He soothed as he kissed her open mouth. “If you want me to stop, all you have to say is one little word. But I don’t think you want to stop.”
Sabrina shuddered, curling into him once more, this time wrapping her arms around his neck. “I want…” She gave a softmoan of pleasure as he plunged three fingers back in, stretching her with a scissoring motion that made her gasp.
“I know it’s a lot, baby. But you need help getting ready to take daddy’s cock.” He crooned. “Need to help you stretch so you can take it all. Because good girls take it all, and you want to be good for me, don’t you, Sabrina?”
“I want to be good.” She panted at the effort of the stretch and the pleasure shooting through her body.
“So good, baby.The best.”
Cesare didn’t stop until she came again, and then he continued until she gave him a third release.
Sabrina panted, moving her head almost listlessly to watch as Cesare grasped the engorged length of his hardened cock in his fist.
His chest rumbled and his muscled body visibly tensed as he stroked himself with a hand now slick with Sabrina’s own pleasure.
Sabrina licked her lips, staring as Cesare’s large, beautiful, sinewy hand moved over the ridges and veins of his cock.
He was so devastatingly large; she wondered once again how he would feel inside her. How would he fit? How would he help her stretch around him, make room for him inside her?
Sabrina watched with a sense of curiosity and awe. He was kneeling on the bed as he straddled her, and she couldn’t help feeling like an altar at which he knelt.
“Look at me.” Cesare commanded, and Sabrina obeyed, her blue eyes meeting his sinfully dark gaze, still glassy with pleasure.
“Give me your cum.” She whispered huskily. “I need it, Cesare, please.”
Cesare devoured the sight of Sabrina, copper hair spread about her like a wild halo, creamy curves on full display for him and only him.
Cesare came with a hoarse shout; his cum painting Sabrina’s lower stomach and the outside of her pussy; his eyes darkening at the sight of his cum on her skin.
When his gaze met hers once more, his eyes softened as Sabrina gave a breathless laugh.
“That was…” Cesare trailed off, at a sudden loss for words.
“That was really hot. Was that… did I do okay?” Sabrina asked, her voice still somewhat hoarse.
“Was that…” Cesare scoffed in disbelief. “I’m never letting you go.” He rumbled, as he leaned in to kiss her swollen lips. “Ever. My beautiful girl. You like it when I help you take it?” He asked with a pleased, almost playful grin.
Sabrina covered her face with her hands as her face went red, and Cesare pulled them away with a chuckle. “Nu-uh.” He admonished. “We don’t hide from each other, tesoro. I liked it. A lot.”
Sabrina bit her lip. “You don’t think it’s weird?” She muttered, still pink with embarrassment.
“Do you think it’s weird that I liked it too?” He asked in response.
