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MASSIMO
I don’t knowhow I’m going to last much longer. My cock is so fucking hard that I’m almost afraid I’m going to blow the second I get inside her. Seeing her like this, the taste of her in my mouth, her cum soaking my face, it’s so fucking perfect.
I have to give her time though. I need to make sure that she’s ready for the next part. If not, we’ll improvise, but a large part of me is hoping she’ll be alright. I want to feel her come around me this time. Soaking me as I fill her full.
It takes another moment, but she finally lifts her head and gives me a lazy smile. “Fuck, I missed that,” she gasps out, her voice husky from her screams. “And I really want to do that again.”
Thank fuck.
“Are you ready for me to be inside you, Lucy?” I ask her. I’m careful to not let my cock touch her. I don’t want her to feel pressured.
She nods, excitement burning again in her eyes. “Yes, Massimo. Just, go slow at first, please?”
“Of course,cerbiatta. You will tell me if you start to hurt or feel uncomfortable.” It’s a statement, not a question.
“I promise.”
My body trembles with excitement as I adjust her into position, before I gently rub my cock along her ass, and through her wet folds. I have to clamp down on my control at the slick feel of her, but I want her ready. I want her needing me. I move the head of my cock up to her clit, bumping and rubbing it, making her gasp in surprise, her body arching into the sensation instantly.
I ease back, not sure how much of that I can take.
I press the head of my cock to her opening, waiting a moment in case she wants me to stop. She pushes back, and that’s all I need to know. I ease inside her, taking my time, careful to watch her expression in the mirror for any sign of discomfort or pain. Her breathing picks up, but she doesn’t stop me, her eyes holding mine in the reflection, trust and need clear.
I ease out and then back in, going deeper with each thrust, cautious and in control. I still when she lets out a small hiss, eyes searching hers. I see the discomfort there now. I ease back instantly. “No, wait,” she gasps. “Just, hold on.” I don’t move waiting. And it’s fucking torture, but I force it all out of my mind, only focused on her.
“Talk to me, Lucy.”
“It hurt a little bit,” she admits. “But I don’t want to stop. I want to keep trying. Please.”
“Lucy…”
“No, please, Massimo,” she pleads. “Keep going, just like you were doing. Just a little farther.” I have to trust that she’s telling me the truth, and I do as asked, my gaze hyper focused on her. I see the discomfort again, but then it eases when I go a littlefarther. We keep up this slow, steady pace, testing, adjusting slightly until I’m finally fully inside her.
Holy fuck, she’s fucking perfection.
“Talk to me, Lucy.”
“It feels weird, full, but good. There’s a small amount of discomfort, but not bad. More like muscles relearning what it feels like.” She takes a deep breath. “Can you try going out and all the way back in? Please?” I do as she asks, sweat dripping at the control I’m using. I ignore every instinct to go harder, faster. When I’m seated again, she gives a soft moan. “I’m okay. It’s better if you do it all at once and not increments." She turns her head to look over her shoulder at me. “I’m okay, Massimo. Please. I promise.”
I search her eyes, but see nothing that tells me she’s lying. “I have you,cerbiatta,” I promise her. “You feel so fucking good.” And there it is, some of the underlying worry fades from her eyes.
That's all I need.
I set a steady pace, listening to her moans and groans, her soft pleas for more. I’m so attuned to her that I automatically adjust to give her more of what she needs as I increase the pace, the intensity.
“Oh, fuck, yes,” she moans as I move faster and harder inside her, her hips snapping back to take more of me.
“That’s right, Lucy, take me just like that,” I grit out between clenched teeth. “Fuck, yes. So fucking good. You feel so perfect. Coating my cock so good.” I curl myself over her back, snaking my hand between us to find her clit, rolling it with my fingers as I feel her orgasm building.
I know I won’t last much longer. Fuck, she feels too fucking good.
Sweat drips from my face onto her back, and she lets out a deep groan as I adjust myself to grip her hips and turn my head to see our reflections in the mirror.
I’ll remember this until my dying breath. Her body glowing, her ass bouncing and quivering with each thrust, her breasts swaying, and her mouth open as she gasps for air, pleading words coming out in between.
“Oh, fuck, I’m going to come, Massimo,” she suddenly cries, her body arching, her movements turning jerky. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. Please. Please. Please.”
