Page 74 of Trust Me

I trail my fingers until I reach the bottom of his shirt. He pulls back, yanking it over his head with one hand. The move shouldn’t turn me on, but it does. I crawl off of his lap, moving to kneel beside him as I undo the zipper on his jeans, his erection nearly bursting through the material.

He moves to stand at the foot of the bed, pulling his jeans and briefs down in one go, leaving him bare. His lengthy cock is rock-solid, the vein on the underside prominent.

I crawl toward him at the edge of the bed, watching as his eyes hood with lust.

“Who would’ve thought daddy’s perfect girl would be crawling on her hands and knees to me, her cunt dripping at the thought of putting my cock in her mouth,” he drawls, running one hand up and down his cock.

I stop once I reach him, peering up at him through my lashes. “Let me make you feel good,” I plead.

His jaw clenches. “Fuck, those words have never sounded better. But, dolcezza, if you put me in your mouth, I’m not going to last very long.”

“Oh.” I giggle.

Elio crowds me, making me fall onto my back as his body hovers over mine. “That’s funny to you? The way you own me?”

My laughter ceases, my breath catching in my throat. “Take me how you want then. Ruin me.”

His head drops, his forehead resting against mine. “Not for your first time, okay? I need to be careful with you. We can work up to that.”

“Okay.” I nod. Elio rises, making me frown at him.

“Getting a condom. Give me a second.”

“If you’re okay with it, we don’t need it. I’m on the pill and obviously have never been with anyone,” I ramble, feeling like an idiot for even bringing it up.

“My last tests were clear.”

“I want to feel everything with you, especially my first time.”

He crawls back on top of me, a cocky grin on his lips. “You want to be filled with my cum, don’t you?”

I nod feverishly. “Only yours.”

“Damn fucking right,” he growls, taking my lips in a bruising kiss. He kisses me until I’m panting beneath him, my hips arching to meet him as his cock slides against my belly.

“Elio, I need you inside of me. My pussy aches for you,” I whimper, gripping his back with my hands.

He kisses my forehead then lifts his head, his deep green eyes filled with desire. “I’m going to take care of you. Do you trust me?”

“I do.”

He positions himself between my legs, then uses his hands to spread my thighs farther apart. He rests on his haunches, gripping his cock as he brings it to my slit.

I gasp as he rubs the wetness from my entrance up to my clit using the tip, spreading it and making me moan at the feel of his cock against the most intimate part of me where no one else has been.

“Ready?” he asks, his eyes softening as they look at me.

“Yes.”

He keeps his eyes trained on me as he slides the tip inside of me. I tighten around him, feeling a pleasure like no other unfurl in my stomach.

He stops, one hand on his cock, the other planted beside my head. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, it’s a different feeling, but it’s a good different. I like it. Keep going,” I urge him.

Elio inches forward, slowly sliding himself inside of me. I wince as the pain kicks in, my pussy feeling like it’s being stretched beyond its capacity.

“Do you want me to stop? I’m less than halfway,” he asks, his voice laced with concern.

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