Page 31 of Temptation
I stop her hand. I don’t want to cum until I’ve felt what it’s like to be inside her. “Play with your breasts while I take care of you.”
She slides a hand up her tummy and to the curves of her breasts. I kiss her slowly as I rock her onto my palm and she pants into my mouth. The hot feel of her breath makes me about ready to explode. Everything is overwhelming to me, my nerves like live wires.
My mouth searches for her ear, and I whisper into it. “Vieni da me, sporca principessa.”
The words make her shimmer and her pussy convulses, squirting sweet juices onto my palm. The smell of her orgasm and the feel of everything, her lips on mine, her tight pussy, her nipple grazing against my chest has me so strung up that I need to be inside her right now.
I push Greta back onto the bed and shrug off the rest of my clothes.
Her hair fans out over the pillow, golden hair framing her youthful face, her cheeks tinged pink with desire.
“I love you, coniglietto.”
Her hooded eyes meet mine. “I love you too, Lorenzo.”
Grabbing my cock by the base, I nudge her thighs apart and run my tip through her glistening folds. My cock glides through her juices, and pre-cum mixes with her cream.
She whimpers and I groan as the sensations course through my body threatening to overwhelm me.
My dick rests at her entrance, and I nudge inside. It’s only an inch, but her pussy clings to my cock, enveloping me in sticky heat. Energy shoots through my body and I cry out, almost losing control.
“Fuuck, Greta. You feel too…”
I can’t finish the sentence because she lifts her hips, taking me in another inch.
“Fuuuck.”
I grab the base of my dick before I explode. My eyes are shut tight so I don’t see the woman below me and completely lose it.
I wait like this until my heartbeat gets under control, and when I open my eyes, Greta is grinning at me.
She wiggles her hips, and I grab hold of her flesh to keep them in place. “You make one move, and I’m going to lose it.”
That only makes her smile more, and I think she’s enjoying seeing me lose control. Defiantly, she puts a finger in her mouth and sucks it between her swollen lips before bringing it down to her nipple. As she runs her wet finger around her nipple, her back arches in pleasure.
“Lose control, Lorenzo.” Her voice is breathless. “Enjoy me.”
Fuck. This woman is too much. She’s torn down every single one of my defenses.
I sink into her another inch, and her breath hitches as I come up against resistance. She stills, and it’s enough for me to regain some control.
“This may hurt, coniglietto.”
I push into her and feel her tear. Greta winces and bites her lower lip. Seeing her in pain is enough to stop the lust that’s consuming me.
I lean forward and press my lips to hers. She stills and kisses me back until I feel her relax.
I pull back, my face only inches from hers. Then, slowly, I sink right into her and we both cry out at the same time. She takes all of me, not just my dick but my darkness.
As we move together, I keep my eyes locked with Greta’s. She’s the light in the darkness, the guiding beacon for my damaged soul. Inside Greta, I am not a monster. I’m just a man.
Inside her safe warm walls, my spirit lifts, my heart sings, and my very soul cries out in joy.
I thought my soul was lost, but I found it again with this sweet innocent woman.
I look into the face of my future, and all I see is happiness. A family, a home where we love each other exclusively. I’ll tell Carlo I want to leave the business for good. I can be a better man. Greta makes me want to be a better man. I want to do it for her and for the children we’ll have.
As we move together and her moans turn into cries, my body changes. My balls pull up tight, and when I feel her pussy walls clamp down on me, I let the sensations overwhelm me.
