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Fat tears well in my eyes. "R-Rome." It’s not a question. It’s a statement of disbelief.
Oh my God. Medici wants to romance me.
"Let Daddy take you tonight." Medici leans in and brings his lips so close to mine. "He can’t hold back any longer. Needs you. To be inside you. Thrusting. Bucking. Pummeling your tight little berry with his cock. His big hot rod.It only revs for you."
"Ride my racetrack, Daddy." I swoon into his arms. "I’m ready."
Medici doesn’t wait another second.
The look in his eyes—feral, primitive, need-fueled—tells me this is time.
Like a racecar driver, he zooms me to the bed, then mounts me.
"Sunflower," he groans, ripping my shirt off with his teeth, his muscular body heaving against mine. "So much affection in my heart for you. Adoration. Praise. I want to wash your feet in fine oils and kiss every inch of your body. Cover you in rose petals. Tattoo your name not on my skin, but the scrolls of my heart."
"Daddy!"
"That’s where your name belongs, beautiful boy.Mattie—in cursive. With flower hearts in color. Song lyrics and lines from poems will surround it. Support it. Lift it to the stars."
I groan as he shuffles my pants off, then rubs his cock on my briefs.
My own dick strains against the fabric, needing to burst free, to show its excitement to Medici.
I yank my legs apart, then will him to throw my fucking briefs on the ground—to slurp up the sight of my nakedness like he did to the lemonade.
"Fuck," Medici growls, rutting his hard length on my bulge. "Got a thin layer of cloth separating us. Nothing more."
"Yeah." My voice is a whisper as I wrap my left hand around his strong wrist. "Take it off."
"I’ll do ya one better, boy."
Medici moves his cock to my hole—then pushes it through the fabric.
Tear.
My briefs rip, a giant line splitting the middle.
He spits on my ass and on his cock, then works the natural lube in with his right hand, the one I’m not squeezing for support.
When I’m sufficiently lubed, he does it—oh shit, he goes for it!
Bam.
In a second, he’s inside.
"I was tested yesterday, boy. Negative. You good with bare?"
"Yes, Daddy!" I scream, my head lolling back, drool trickling onto the mattress.
"It’s big, isn’t it?" Medici rasps, grinding into me, his mouth clamping on mine, his hot breath surging down my throat, forcing me to get drunk on him. "You knew I was packing a hog. Don't act surprised—don't back down now. Be up for the challenge. Push yourself. You can do it. Daddy’s your number one cheerleader—encouraging you from the stands."
I scream as his giant rod works into me, pushing past the walls of my resistance, lighting me up in my most secret places, making me sweat, prying moans from my lips.
I kiss Medici’s mouth. Clamp my teeth on it. Beg him to continue. To help me soar.
Medici’s dick jackhammers deeper into my hole, and his balls smack against my ass cheeks, each a lug nut of epic proportions, I assume as big as Shaq’s.
"Yeah, boy." Medici works his tongue around my mouth. "Suck on my tongue while I fuck you. Try it—you’ll like it."
