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Involuntarily, my tongue darted out, moistening my lips in appreciation of the sight right in front of me. He was breathtaking. There was a trail of dark hair that led down his flat stomach to his huge erection. Lightly, I ran my fingers along it, following the trail downward.
He stopped me just as I was about to grasp his cock. I looked up at him and pouted. I really wanted to know if I could even close my fingers around his cock.
But he had other ideas, and as he’d shown me very clearly before, he was in charge.
He pushed me back on the bed, and my hair spread out over the pillow. He climbed over me, holding himself off me as he stared down at me. It was maddening—he was right there, so close… yet he was holding himself still.
His self-control was maddening, but finally, something in his face relented. He held something up—a condom. He must’ve had one in his pocket, and I hadn’t even noticed him retrieving it.
In my eagerness to touch his cock, I held out my hand. “Let me.” His gaze intensified as he stared at me. “Please?”
That was apparently the magic word because he gave the little square to me. Then he sat back allowing me access to his rock-hard erection.
I gasped at the first touch. It was like steel. I stroked it up and down, and no, I couldn’t close my fingers all the way around it. Good lord, would that really fit in me? I truly wanted to find out.
He watched while I rolled the condom over his massive girth. Excitement tore through me as I anticipated what was about to happen.
Cesare grabbed me and gave me a searing kiss, his fingers raking through my hair. Then he lowered me down so that I was laying on my back, looking up at him.
He hovered over me, in a plank position, seeming in no hurry as he gazed into my eyes. His control of himself was impressive and maddening. I wanted to feel him inside of me so badly.
I spread my legs and pulled my knees out and to the side, resting my feet on his hips. The head of his cock stroked my slit once and then twice. The tip felt massive compared to the width of the two fingers he’d used on me before. Then he positioned his cock at my entrance, and I ground my hips, trying to draw him in.
He pushed forward and I exhaled sharply, sensing the thickness of his shaft about to stretch me out. Then he slid another inch inside and I threw my head back on the pillow, my mouth open in a silent cry. He was big. Too big. But I wanted that. I wanted him to stretch me. To fill me. To overwhelm me. I wanted him to get me to turn off my mind and just feel all the sensations like he had before in the kitchen.
He withdrew and then pushed in, his thick shaft stretching me more.
“You’re so fucking wet,” he groaned, his breath tickling my chin. “And I didn’t even go down on you.”
I grinned, hearing an unspoken “yet.” Then I gasped again as he drove into me harder.
He was watching me carefully, making sure I wasn’t in pain. And yeah, there was a little discomfort there—but there was a lot more pleasure.
I clutched at his massive biceps as he thrust into me. This time, I felt the full weight of his balls nudging my ass, and I knew he was fully seated inside me, or nearly so.
My moan filled the room. I tried to tighten my inner walls, to massage his cock, but there just wasn’t room. I was just too full.
And I loved it.
“More,” I gasped, but he stayed still, one eyebrow raised. “More, please,” I begged.
His grin was carnal as he pushed into me again, and his eyes glinted as I cried out.
I lost myself in his gaze, its intensity pouring oil into the fire of my desire. It was more than a turn-on to maintain eye contact with him. His brows furrowed and his face contorted with pleasure as he filled me up again and again. His breathing grew nearly as ragged as mine and I clutched his muscular shoulders like I was holding on to them for dear life. He was a powerful man with a powerful body, and let’s face it, an extremely powerful cock. I guess I did still have new things to learn about anatomy, or at least about male anatomy.
Like how damn good it felt to be this filled. Each long, tantalizing thrust was meant to satisfy me and make me crave more.
A whole lot more.
I dug my heels into his hard body as he drove in and out of me. I already felt on the verge of orgasm, but Cesare was taking no chances. “Rub your clit,” he demanded.
My hand encountered all kinds of wonderful sensations as I snaked it along his sculpted body. But then I found my clit and rubbed it, harder than I usually did. I tried to move my finger the way he’d moved his before in the kitchen.
“I want to feel you come around my cock.”
Cesare’s mouth locked with mine once again, moments before I felt the initial flutters of my orgasm. My whole body was on fire from his long thrusts. My senses were in tune with his as he pounded into me, our gasps and moans almost in unison.
He somehow pushed in even deeper, and my clit relished the increased friction. And then my orgasm was right there, boiling under the surface. Rational speech left me, but I caught his eye, a silent question on my face. He nodded and I exploded, my body thrashing under his as he drove all the way inside me and held himself there. His thick cock pulsed, an immovable rod holding my core steady as the rest of my body shook and trembled.
