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“Whose pussy is this?”
“Yours.”
“What do I get to do with it, baby?”
“Whatever you like.”
He hums before swiping his tongue along me, dipping it inside before flicking my clit. His fingers slide back into me, and my thighs quiver. The thumb of his free hand rubs my clit as his tongue continues to lick me. The fingers not buried in me are long and thick. They press from the outside against the spot inside me that he’s working. It drives me wild, and my hips buck. I watch him, his eyes closed as though he savors what he’s doing.
I need so much more. I need to feel full like I’m certain only his cock can make me feel. As though he reads my mind, all four fingers are inside me. He’s drilling deeper into me, twisting his hand as he does. Oh, God. Could he be…?
I feel the thumb to that hand slide from just before my clit to my opening. He is.
“Enzo, yes. All of it.”
Then he’s giving me what I need. His fist is inside me. It’s almost painful how full I am. But this… I’ll never beg him to stop. Now he’s thrusting but never pulling his hand all the way out.
“I need to come.”
“Ask,miapiccolina. I told you I’d take care of you, but my little girl asks because her pussy is mine.”
My little girl. He says it in English and Italian. God, how I want to be. I don’t want to be a little. That’s not me. I want to remain a thirty-one-year-old, but this man says he’ll take care of me. And he is. Sexually, but I don’t doubt he will no matter where we are or what we’re doing. It unleashes something in me. A calm before the clawing need returns.
“Please, Daddy. Let me come.”
“Come for Daddy.”
I do. I explode and tremble as the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever had rocks my world. He’s agile and faster than I expect. He pushes up and lunges until his forearm is by my head. His lips are beside my ear as his body presses onto my left leg and side. He doesn’t give me all his weight, but it’s enough when his cock rests on my hip.
“You aremia piccolina, my little girl. Your pussy, your ass, your mouth, your hands, every part of you is mine to worship. But I will have more. I will have all of you.”
I turn my head and gaze into his chocolate eyes that have flecks of gold. He wants my heart and my soul. He’s right that he already has my body. He’s on the way to earning my heart, but I think he’s possessed my soul. Maybe that’s why I said what I did. I don’t want to take it back, and he seems glad to hear it. It just shocked the shit out of me.
I’m unprepared for the second orgasm that slams into me. It’s not a gentle growing crest. It’s a tidal wave that drags me under, twists me like a washing machine spin cycle, and pushes me back up to the surface. It’s too much. I’m trembling and can’t catch my breath. He withdraws his hand carefully, then rears back onto his knees, tugging the tie off my wrists. Before I know what’s happening, he scoops me into his arms and rolls onto his back. I’m stretched across him, his hand cupping my ass as his other holds my nape as we kiss. I want to stay like this forever.
“Chellie, talk to me.”
I hear the nervousness in his voice, but I don’t want to talk. I lift my head, my right hand cupping his face. I pour all my wordless feelings into my kiss. It goes on and on, tender and dare I say — loving. My right leg presses between his, making his thigh rub against my already sensitive clit. The hand on my ass tightens, guiding me to rock on him. I pull my hand from his cheek and reach for his belt, but he stops me.
“If you take me out, I will be inside you. If I’m inside you, no level of determination will keep me from spilling. I don’t want to get off tonight. I need to, but I don’t want to. I only want you to.”
“Why? Why do you think four dates is the magical number?”
“Because I want to prove to you that this isn’t all we have.”
Not prove to me this is all he wants. That’s implied. What we have. What is that exactly? It’s nothing I’ve experienced before. I’m pretty sure he hasn’t either. It’s not just his words. It’s the way he says them.
“Enzo, do you think I’m a little?”
“No. Nothing so far makes me think that, but are you?”
“I enjoy reading DDLG romances among other types, but I don’t relate to any of those characters. I don’t think I am. I called you that because — I guess — hearing you call memia piccolina, my little girl, baby — I don’t think you want a little or are a Daddy Dom. But it made me feel as taken care of as you promise. I guess it just made sense.”
“And I don’t call youpiccolinain either language because I think of you as an actual little girl. You’re smaller than me, for starters. I’m almost a foot taller than you and weigh a lot more. You are little compared to me. And you are a girl.” He grins. “If you’re with me, you do need protecting. But even if I wasn’t who I am, I’d still want to share the weight of your world with you. I’d still want you to feel taken care of and adored.”
“You adore me?”
“Very much.”
