Page 23 of Unworthy Ties
In one swift movement, he slid off the saturated fabric and tossed it away like a discarded memory. The cold air briefly seeped in but was soon replaced by the smoldering intensity of Rocco’s gaze. He cupped me gently; his thumb massaging my clit in small circles that ignited pleasure like fireworks throughout every part of me.
Eyes glazed over, I cried out and arched into his touch. Rocco’s dark hair cascaded in front of his eyes as he leaned down–his lips forming an exquisite path from the crook of my neck to the dip in my collarbone. He bit down delicately, and I gasped.
“Tell me what you feel,” he whispered against my heated skin.
“It feels... incredible,” I moaned, pressing further into his tender grasp. It was a sensation beyond anything I could have ever expected. “Please...”
He complied, easing a finger inside of me—the feeling was foreign yet intensely gratifying as he moved, curling his finger to press against that secret spot that made stars dance before my eyes.
“So tight,” he murmured, inserting another finger.
I couldn’t hold back the cry that escaped me–my hips lifting to meet his touch. Rocco leaned down, took my breast into his mouth, sucking and nipping as he expertly continued to thrust his fingers in and out of me.
The familiar sensation of an approaching orgasm began to build within me–a coiling tension pulsating in my lower abdomen. Nerves knotted in my stomach, and my face flushedwith embarrassment – soon someone would witness the climax of my pleasure for the first time. Feeling overwhelmed, I squirmed and tried to suppress the surge of satisfaction that threatened to overtake me.
“Let go for me, Piccola,” he urged, desire palpable in every syllable.
And with that permission, I surrendered myself entirely. My body arched off the bed, a guttural moan pouring from me as an intense wave of rapture crashed over me. It felt like bolts of lightning coursing through every vein; each nerve electrified as if charged with energy.
As the wave of rapture subsided, I lay there, panting and trembling. My senses heightened, I could feel my heart racing in my chest, the echoes of pleasure still reverberating through me.
Rocco looked at me with such intensity that my breath caught in my throat. His eyes were dark pools of desire, pupils dilated with need. I felt vulnerable yet exhilarated under his intense scrutiny. His fingers trailed down my sides, leaving goosebumps in their wake.
“You’re beautiful,” Rocco breathed, his voice filled with awe. He leaned down, pressing soft kisses along my collarbone. I gasped at the sensation, my back arching off the bed.
He unclasped my bra with skilled fingers, sliding it off and tossing it aside. His eyes darkened as he took in my newly exposed flesh. I resisted the urge to cover myself, instead letting out a shaky breath as his hands cupped my breasts.
He groaned, his lips finding mine once more as he tweaked my nipple. It was like nothing I could have ever imagined, his tongue dancing with mine as he explored my mouth. A moan escaped me as he teased my taste buds, eliciting a need I didn’t know existed.
Our passionate kisses turned into deep, hungry moans as Rocco slid one hand down to my panties. He traced the lace withhis fingertips, sending shivers of anticipation down my spine. “You’re so wet for me,” he murmured against my skin, his voice rough with desire.
In one fluid motion, he pulled my panties off and tossed them aside. I gasped at the sudden cold air, but it was quickly replaced by the heat of his gaze. Rocco cupped me gently, his thumb rubbing over my clit in circles that sent sparks of pleasure through every nerve ending.
I cried out, arching into his touch. Rocco’s dark hair fell in front of his eyes as he leaned down, his lips trailing a path to the crook of my neck and down to my collarbone. He nipped gently, causing me to gasp. “Tell me what you feel,” he whispered against my skin.
“It feels... amazing,” I moaned, arching into his touch. It was better than anything I could have imagined. “Please...”
He slid a finger inside of me, and I gasped at the intrusion. The feeling was foreign yet intensely pleasurable as he began to move, curling his finger to hit a spot that made me see stars.
“So tight,” he murmured, adding a second finger.
I cried out, my hips bucking up to meet his touch. He leaned down, capturing my breast in his mouth, suckling and nipping as he finger-fucked me into oblivion.
The familiar feeling of an orgasm approaching began to build within me. Nerves twisted in my stomach and my face flushed with embarrassment—this would be the first time someone saw me come. I squirmed, trying to hold back the tidal wave of pleasure that was about to crest.
“Let go for me, Piccola,” he urged, his voice husky with desire.
And with that, I let go. My body arched off the bed, a guttural moan escaping me as an intense wave of pleasure crashed over me. It felt like lightning coursing through my veins, every nerve ending tingling with electricity.
In that moment, I knew—there was no going back. I was his. Completely.
In the daze of coming down from my orgasm, I hadn’t even noticed Rocco had stripped his remaining clothing. His dick was flushed, leaking pre, and near begging to be inside of me.
His gaze met mine as he positioned himself at my entrance. “It’s going to hurt.”
“I know,” I whimpered, bracing myself for the inevitable pain.
“Trust me,” he growled before sliding into me smoothly. It was a tight fit, but he was careful, taking it slow until I adjusted to his girth.
