Page 100 of A New Days Don

Massimo strips his boxers off, his thick cock jutting straight out from his body with a slight curve upward and glistening for me.

I don’t know whether to be terrified, excited, or hungry at the sight of it.

That’s going to be in me soon.

My mouth dries at the fleeting thought.

Massimo removes my wrists from where they are tied above my head as he gets on the bed before me. I reach for his chest, both my hands still bound together, touching and sliding my fingers over the light dusting of hair against the dark tattoo lines. His heart is beating madly in his chest as he rubs the head of his cock against my pussy lips, mixing his precum with my arousal.

“Your heart is beating fast…” I mumble softly.

“It knows we are almost home.” Massimo responds, making my cheeks flush as I meet his dark gaze, “Ready, sweetheart?”

“Yes, please, Mas,” I beg one last time, and he notches the head of his cock into me. I brace myself for pain, but, instead, it feels like the most delicious stretch. Massimo lets out a string of husky curses, the veins in his arms pulsing as if he’s holding himself back.

I fight against the darkness that threatens to shroud my vision, because this isn’t that fucking night, and I am going to leave it in the past where it belongs. I cling to Massimo’s chest the best I can, and he undoes my wrists, kissing the indents where the leather was biting into my skin. He places my hands against his muscular neck before leaning over me and shifting his hips forward in an action that would be barely noticeable if his cock weren’t currently trying to spread me apart.

I hiss, and he stops, his dark eyes carefully watching my every reaction, “I’m fine, just… different.”

“You are doing so well, angelo mio.” His murmurs allow his tip to push in and out in little micromovements.

His praise caresses my skin like a prayer. Something as sinful as Massimo should never mix with something as innocent as a prayer, but I’m desperate for more. More praise. More kisses. More of him.

“More, I can take more,” I pant, and Massimo gives me exactly what I want, pushing in and splitting me in two. I moan, my back arching, and my body tingling from head to toe in awareness of the person I am letting in me.

His piercing glides along the inside of me, reminding me of who is dominating me. He pulls out a little before thrusting in slowly, careful not to go too far, and I whine, needing him to fill me. I need him to replace all the broken pieces of my memory with something raw, pure, and beautiful.

I gasp as he presses in further, my entire body trembling under the fullness.

“Halfway, my love.” Massimo groans huskily while his hands fisting the fabric beside my head.

“H-halfway?” I moan on a ragged breath. He has to be more than halfway.

He caresses some of the hair off my face, “Yes, and you’re doing so well stretching for me. This pussy was made for me.”

Massimo’s lips land back on mine as one of his hands slips between us to press against my clit. Pleasure erupts past the overwhelming stretch. My grip on his shoulder is tense, my nails pressing into his skin, and he growls into our kiss.

“Fuck, baby, yes… Mark me.” He groans, welcoming the pricks of pain from my nails.

He continues his movements in and out of me, slowly pressing further in. He hisses and pants and grunts. I respond back with moans and whimpers and mewls of my own.

I gasp as he fully seats himself, his hips sitting flush with mine. His cock pulses and throbs inside of me, and my core clenches in response to his beat like an echoing harmony. For a moment, it is just our heavy breathing, when I try to jerk my hips up to his, to chase more friction and pleasure, his eyes screw shut and he hisses, taking my hips in his strong grip.

“I need a minute, angelo mio.” His cock pulses some more, making warmth pool, and my clit begs for attention. Instead, Massimo leans down and licks and sucks on my right nipple, battering it with his tongue and teeth, eliciting so much pleasure from my body that I may cum like this.

Massimo

Don’t cum.

Don’t cum. Don’t cum. Don’t fucking cum.

Fuck she feels good.

My woman.

My love.

My angel.