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And I did, feeling part erotic temptress, part inexperienced virgin. It was true to some extent, insomuch as I’d never had sex quite likethisbefore.
His gaze followed my hands down my body, watching as I slid my fingers along my slit and spread myself for him, his eyes boring into the most private part of me. It helped mitigate how vulnerable I felt to see what it did to him, to see the way the muscles were ticking in his jaw and his cock was jerking in his fist.
“Perfetta,” he said as he dragged the fingers of his free hand from my clit to my anus.
It worried me when he lingered there, but he dropped his fingers after a moment and stepped closer as he finally shucked his shirt.
My lips parted on a silent gasp. This man didn’t just have an incredible cock; every part of him had been sculpted to perfection. Wide, muscled shoulders, defined pecs, a perfect six-pack.
“Don’t move your fingers,” he instructed as he lined up the plump head of his cock with my slit and thrust in. I could feel his latex-covered hardness against my fingers as he did. To feel him in my pussy and against my fingers at the same time poured fresh fuel on the fire already burning inside me.
He grabbed my hands and pulled them out from between us, instantly letting him drive in deeper, so deep I could feel the head of his cock bang against my cervix.
With my hands in his, I expected him to slam them above my head—which worked for me—or pin them on either side of me—which worked for me too. But he did neither.
He brought the fingers of one of my hands to my mouth.
“Lick,” he instructed as he rammed into my pussy hard, then withdrew slowly.
I obeyed, tasting myself once again and wondering what we’d taste like mixed together.
When he placed my other hand in front of my mouth, I expected him to demand the same thing, but he rubbed my wet fingers over my lips instead, circling them again and again.
Seemingly satisfied, he dropped my wrists above my head, pinning them there with one of his much bigger hands. Then he delved for my lips, kissing me for one bruising moment before sucking my lower lip into his mouth so hard, the sensitive skin prickled.
“You taste like heaven,perla,”he said when he pulled away, just enough I could see his lips to read them. “Tell me you like the taste of your cunt.”
At the same time, he adjusted his position so that every time he bottomed out, his pelvis ground against my clit. I saw stars. Or perhaps there were fireworks going off somewhere nearby. Between his piercing working its magic on my G-spot and his pelvis doing wonderful things to my clit, I had no filter, no room in my head for ‘prim and proper’, as he called it.
“I do,” I said.
“You do, what?” he persisted as he drove in hard, forcing my hips so deep into the mattress, they might never come out again.
“I do like the taste of my cunt,” I moaned.
He didn’t come back to my lips, but veered sideways, along my jaw and down my neck. No lover before had ever bitten me, but this one did. He sunk his teeth into the column of my neck, making it sting before his cock flipped the feeling on its head and bolts of lightning shot through my body, twisting up the coil that was already wound up tight inside me.
Then lower. He nipped his way from my throat to the upper swell of my breast. When his mouth latched onto one taut nipple, I knew what was coming next.
Except, I didn’t.
Instead of biting, he suckled me into his mouth, so hard, so deep. I was so focused on the sensation, I didn’t notice his free hand moving until his fingers caught my other nipple between them and squeezed. Hard.
I cried out, but instead of leaning away from the sensation, I leaned into it, arching my back as I wrapped my legs around his hips, holding him closer.
His mouth released my nipple, and he looked up at me. “You like it when I hurt you?” he asked.
I nodded while he tugged on my nipple and rolled it between his fingers.
“Bene,” he said, then nipped at the underside of my breast. “Because I like the sounds you make.”
He moved over and caught the flesh of my other breast between his teeth, biting down harder, not enough to break skin, but enough that it had me writhing and arching against him.
“I like the way your body moves for me,perla.”
“It doesn’t feel like pain,” I confessed.
“No?” He leaned up further while the pace of his fucking changed, faster but shallower. “Then what does it feel like?”
