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My stomach quivered as Gio’s hand grazed over my hip to press down on my clit. I whimpered at the jolt of pleasure shooting up my core.

“No more.” I didn’t think I could take any more orgasms. The last one hurt.

“I told you,” he swirled his finger, drawing another tiny orgasm out of me. “This is my pussy.”

I could argue, but let’s face it, he was right. Gio worked that thing better than I ever could.

“But I’m not going to come in your pussy tonight.”

What was he going to do, come on my ass? That seemed to be a popular spot in porn. That and the face, but if he shot his load on my face again, I was going to bite his dick off.

Gio loosened his grip on my hair and gently laid me down to rest my face on the bag. I was too exhausted to argue. I just laid there and enjoyed the soft feel of his hand trickling down my spine, while the night air cooled my fevered skin. When he pulled that thing out of my ass, I was too relieved to notice that Gio had stopped thrusting.

Closing my eyes, I listened to the sounds of the bayou. Spanish moss swaying against the ruins of the broken stone structure. A distant splash as something jumped in the water, and the click of a cap being popped open.

What…

I opened my eyes as something cool and wet dripped down the crack of my ass.

“What is?—”

“Shh,” Gio cut me off. “Relax, or this is really going to hurt.”

What was going to hurt.

“I told you,” he pulled his dick out of me and pressed it against my backdoor. “I’m not gonna come in your pussy tonight.”

I shot up as my eyes went wide.

“No fucking?—”

That was all I got out before the head of Gio’s cock breached that tight ring of muscles. Surprisingly it wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. It hurt, don’t get me wrong, but it wasn’t omg kill me now pain. That is until he pushed more of his girth in.

I whimpered, winced and tried to crawl away, but Gio had a firm hold of my hips. I struggled while he worked his way in then went limp when he began to fuck me. There was nothing I could do but desperately clutch on the fabric of the bag.

“Fuck,” Gio grunted. “Now I own every hole you have.”

“I hate this,” I whined.

There was nothing pleasurable about any of this. My ass was on fire, I felt way too full, and I was a little nauseous.

Gio let out a masculine grunt and something switched. The feeling went from being painful to uncomfortable and a little pleasurable. I didn’t completely hate it, but it wasn’t pushing me closer to orgasm either.

Before I could decide if I liked it, Gio snapped his hips forward and grunted out his release with a long, “fuuuuck.”

He collapsed down on top of me and panted in my ear, “don’t worryGattina, it’ll be easier next time.”

Next time?

GIOVANNI

Baths were supposed to be a relaxing couples activity. The girl would lean back on the guy while they enjoyed the warm water and he fingered her cunt. Baths with Novalee were anything but relaxing. I’d coaxed her to lay back on my chest which was when she would shift around, pop her bottom lip out, and call me an asshole.

I couldn’t even wash her without her swatting at my hands. She calmed down a little after I held her under the water. Mostly because she was too busy coughing to fight me. From now on, we would have showers, or I might actually drown her.

“Ouch,” Nova slapped my arm and pushed the cloth away from her face. “That hurts.”

“It wouldn’t hurt so much if you stopped moving.”

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