He slowly pressed down on the back of her head, pushing her further down. He stopped instantly when a panicked expression seemed to cross her face.
“Breathe, baby. You can still breathe.” He coaxed. She did so and closed her eyes for a moment, centering herself. She reopened them, meeting his gaze as drool came out of the edges of her mouth.
“So beautiful with my cock in your mouth, Sabrina.” He praised. “Tonight we’re just going to focus on taking as much as you can.” He spoke as his hands threaded into the hair at the base of her skull. “It’s going to feel like a lot, and sometimes it will be hard to breathe, but I want you to trust me to take care of you. Can you do that for me?”
Mouth stuffed full of cock, she nodded.
“Breathe through your nose and relax your jaw. Relax your throat, just like that, tesoro.” He pressed down further until she gagged slightly on his width, making a high-pitched moan of distress when he pushed even further.
“You can do it, baby.” He reassured. “You just need some help from daddy, don’t you?” Cesare reassured.
She nodded, beginning to breathe heavier as her eyes watered and tears streamed down her face. She visibly fought to swallow around him, gagging around his length.
“So good for me, aren’t you?” He praised, gently wiping the tears from her cheeks as he held her in place.
“I’m going to go deeper, baby. You're going to focus on relaxing your throat so daddy can fill you all the way when he fucks your throat.”
Chapter Twenty-Five
(Sabrina)
Sabrina mewled as Cesare slowly pushed all the way into the back of her throat. When the wide mushroom head of his cock pushed against the back of her throat, Sabrina immediately gagged.
Cesare pulled her head back an inch. “Breathe through your nose, baby.”
She fought to obey the instruction, closing her eyes once more, and doing her best to relax the muscles of her jaw and throat. Cesare pushed his cock back in, sliding the bulk of his length once more against the warmth of her throat.
“So good, for me, tesoro. Hold it just like that.” He hoarsed, threading his fingers through her hair as Sabrina did everything she could to relax her throat. When stillness became impossible she worked the muscles in the back of her throat in an effort to swallow instead of choke on the intrusion.
Cesare’s voice was low and husky as he slowly began to move her head back and forth, fucking her mouth with his cock. He coached her when to breathe and soothed her as she fought to overcome her body’s natural reflexes. As Sabrina submitted to being taken this way, a warm, floaty sensation began to settle over her.
Cesare chanted praise over her like a prayer. She wasso good,so perfect, and she could relax her throat andjust let daddy do the rest.
“Going to give you everything, baby. You’re mine, Sabrina. My tesoro.”
She looked up at him, lips stretched against the width of his hard length, a mess of drool and tears running down her face. Even as he fucked her throat, he cradled her head in his hands so gently, and wiped the tears that continued to stream down her cheeks with a tenderness that made her feel like she was the most cherished woman in the world.
Over and over, he fucked her face, all the while wrapping her in a blanket of praise.
Cesare eventually came with a moan that soundedabsolutely wrecked. Pulling Sabrina off of him last second, Cesare fisted his throbbing cock and covered her breasts with his thick cum.
Sabrina couldn’t help but press her fingers between her legs; still somewhat in a daze, but deeply aware of the pulsing throb between her legs. She leaned forward, all but collapsing with her upper body strewn across his lap.
“How are you feeling, tesoro?” He asked, running his hands almost protectively over her neck and shoulders.
Sabrina blinked, surprised that tears were still streaming, and she looked up at him in confusion. “I’m okay, but I’m…” Her throat was sore, and she had no explanation for why she was suddenly crying.
“You did so good, baby.” He praised. “I think you’re a little overwhelmed, and that’s okay. Stand up with me.”
She stood up on shaky legs, wrapping her arms around him and clutching him to her as she sobbed. “I’m sorry.” She cried. “I don’t know why I’m crying.” She hiccupped.
“You’re okay. I’ve got you, baby. Wrap your arms around my neck.” He soothed.
Sabrina followed the instruction unthinking; mildly aware Cesare was carrying her into the bathroom.
The marble counter was cold on her skin as Cesare sat her down on the surface, wetting a cloth to clean his cum off her chest and neck. She watched as he cleaned it from where she had mushed it into his chest as well. Embarrassment flooded her, and her cheeks flushed red.
“Uh-uh.” Cesare shook his head. “Talk to me.”
