Page 60 of Corrupting Lily

"Mmm, but this is big and hard," she teases, stroking the piece of wood suggestively as she takes another step back. "Perhaps I should play with this one instead…Daddy Dom."

She taunts me, and when her tongue darts out to wet her lips, I make my move. She shrieks, spinning on her sneaker-clad feet as she runs into the clearing ahead. I love this Lily. Bold. Playful. Free. She heads toward a large tree, perhaps hoping to hide behind it. But she doesn't get far. My legs are longer, and I am faster. She laughs when I lift her into the air with one arm, my other hand still occupied with wildflowers. I pull her against my body, freeing my hand by placing her collection down on a nearby tree stump, along with the backpack containing all her sticks.

"You can't run from me. I'll always find you." I loosen my grip on her, and she spins around, her flushed face picture perfect.

"And now that you have me, what will you do with me?" She wets her lips, and immediately the playful atmosphere is replaced with a feeling I am becoming all too accustomed to. Pure, undiluted desire. I take the wood she is clutching and toss it towards the backpack, takingthat same hand and placing it on my now hard cock.

"I think you will find that what I have to offer is much more pleasurable. And bigger. Clothes off. Now."

She glances around, as if she needs to ensure we are alone.

"No one is here,il mio fiorellino. It's just you and me. You can do whatever you want. Say whatever you want. You can just be you."

There is a flicker of surprise, and then it is gone, along with any hesitation.

Slowly, she unbuttons her shorts, their descent to the floor followed by her panties. I follow suit, along with my shirt, which I drop onto the pile collecting at her feet.

Her gaze rakes my naked body, as mine does hers. "I want you to fuck me Dominico. Hard. I don't want you holding back."

Fuck. My little flower was asking me to lose control completely.

"You won't hurt me. I'm stronger than you think."

I growl, closing the distance as I lift her, forcing her to straddle me.

"I know. I have always known."

I lead us to a shady patch of thick grass beneath the tree, lowering us both down so that I am positioned above her.

Before I can do anything, Lily is shoving me, pushing me so that the position is reversed, with her on top. She sits back on my thighs, her eyes and hands immediately on my cock. Fuck. I don't know how long I would last if she took control like this.

"I'm already wet for you, Mr. Sante," she says, shifting her hips forward as she slides herself up the shaft of my cock, the truth of her words glistening on my skin.

"I'm already hard for you, Mrs. Sante," I repeat the words we said last night.

She raises herself, her intentions clear as she positions me directly below, precum oozing from my tip in anticipation. I expect herto go slow, but as usual, I underestimate her, sucking in a deep breath as she fully sheaths herself, all the way to the hilt, screaming out loudly at the depth this angle affords.

She is so fucking tight that it is a mental war to keep from coming too soon. Especially with her back arched and her tits bouncing with every move up and down. When she pivots forward, her hair cascading around us, it is like a fucking fantasy come true. Her eyes are closed tightly as she grinds her hips against me, rocking backwards and forwards as she rides my cock. Circular movements follow and her eyes fly open when my thumb strokes her clit.

"I'm so close," Lily moans, her movements becoming jerky and less coordinated.

I grip her hips, her expression replaced with surprise when I lift her slightly and piston into her, hard and fast. The sound of flesh meeting flesh echoes around the clearing, the wet slapping noise coupled with her moans and the visuals, creating a scenario my wildest dreams couldn't even match.

"Oh fuck," she moans, my hips not letting up as she bounces on my cock, sweat forming on our skin as we race towards a finish line that is fast approaching.

She screams out, the walls of her cunt strangling my cock as we simultaneously come, forcing her hips against mine as I grind into her, painting her insides with stream after stream of warm come. It's explosive in a way I have never felt before, and its intensity makes me wonder how I have gone so many years without ever experiencing anything like this.

Her limp body falls forward, and I circle her in my arms, our bodies still joined as we wait for our jagged breathing to even out. Fuck. This was new. I've never come like that. Together. Hard. Intensely. It must be the feeling of love that changes this. She must be reading my mindas she gently lifts herself up and then smiles, blushing as she prepares to say something. Once again, she leaves me surprised.

"Sei il mio primo amore, Dominico. E sarai l'ultimo."Her Italian is bad but the words are so fucking sweet that it makes up for it.

"Did I say it right? I looked it up this morning and was practicing, but maybe I got it wrong?" she says, flustered as her blush intensifies.

I cup her face, my thumb stroking her pink cheeks as I smile. Fuck, I hope she never loses this.

"It was perfect. You are perfect. And yes, I feel the same way. Only through my feelings with you have I realized that I have never truly loved anyone before."

"Sei il mio primo amore, Lily. E sarai l'ultimo,"I repeat.

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