Page 57 of His Captive
“I won’t make you count them this time,” he says, raising his hand again.
I don’t count them out loud, but I keep count in my head. Two, three, four, five… all the way to ten before his hand remains on my pussy, rubbing and caressing my stinging folds. He parts them and teases my entrance before shifting on the bed.
Massimo grabs my hip with one hand and the base of his cock with the other. He leans forward, his icy blue gaze boring straight into my soul. I no longer see a cold tundra in his eyes. They’re burning like mine are—the same need, reflected like a mirror.
“I want you,” I whimper, shifting my hips toward him. “Please, Massimo.”
“This is what you want,bambina?” he asks, rubbing the head of his erection down my folds until it pushes against my entrance.
“Yes,” I sigh, taking a deep breath and swallowing hard. “I’m ready.”
Massimo leans a little further and nudges into me. My eyes open wide with surprise as I feel him. There’s less pain than I expect, but when he tears through my hymen with a gentle thrust, I feel the sting and it makes me whimper. My back arches on the bed as the discomfort spreads, but Massimo pushes deeper.
“Damn, you’re so tight,” he grunts. “I can feel your fucking pulse.”
“Oh, god,” I groan, gasping as I get used to way he feels inside me.
“Are you scared?” he murmurs, leaning over me and shifting his knees.
“Not of you,” I whisper. “Right now, at least.”
“I’ll be gentle at first,” he says, his body pressing against me as his lips graze my ear. “But then I’m going to fuck you hard. The way we both know you need to be fucked.”
I start to respond, but Massimo’s lips crash into mine. His hands roam across my body, teasing and touching while he gently thrusts into me. The discomfort melts away, replaced by a pleasurable sensation that trembles all the way to my core. The gentle friction is enough to make me moan and whimper into his mouth and he devours them with a growl that vibrates through me.
Every thrust sends the head of Massimo’s enormous cock deeper inside me. My walls shudder as the inches sink into me. I put my hands on his waist, bucking my hips into his thrusts, begging for more—begging for the inches he hasn’t given me yet.
But Massimo is in control. He keeps me silent with his tongue, except for my whimpers and groans. He moves in unison with me, depriving me of what I’m begging for. I can tell he’s holding back. For my sake. I should be grateful, but I want him so bad I can’t think straight. Or maybe that’s because I can’t breathe. I gasp for oxygen when our lips finally part.
“You’re going to be mine tonight,bambina,” he promises. “You’ll never be the same after I’m done with you, but remember, this is what you asked for.”
“I know,” I whimper, his lips against my neck making me even more aroused—if that’s even possible at this point. “I want you, Massimo. All of you.”
A growl rumbles in his chest, and he goes deeper with a harder thrust. Then another. And another. The ache makes my eyelids flutter, but I still buck my hips into his thrusts like a desperate girl who needs this more than I need my next breath.
Massimo lets out a gasp and rests his weight against me. His cock sinks into me until his pelvis is against mine. I never knew I could feel this full—thiscomplete. It feels like this is what I’ve been missing my entire life. Like I was only directionless, because I hadn’t looked his way yet.
“You’re mine,” he grinds out. “All fucking mine.”
His powerful hips rise and fall, driving his length into me. Each time he goes deep, my walls tremble against his hardness, and the pleasure is driven straight into my core. Then his thrusts getfaster and my breath hitches in my throat. The next hard thrust drives all the oxygen out of my lungs, and I don’t even have time to breathe before the next one is hammered deep.
I’m stretched around his girth, so full it feels heavenly, and the way the friction rubs against my g-spot is almost overwhelming. I’ve never felt pleasure like this. There’s no comparison. It feels even better than his tongue, and I thought that was the peak of bliss. I was wrong. This is incredible.
His growls of pleasure and needy rasps echo in my ears. The heat between us is scorching, burning hotter than the lingering sting on the surface of my well-spanked, sunburnt bottom. I stare into his scalding blue gaze, silently conveying everything I can’t force out between my gasps.
“Massimo, oh, god,” I groan as he stays deep and hammers his thrusts directly into my g-spot.
The pressure builds faster than it did when I was being raptured by his tongue. It’s deeper and makes my body clench so tight it forces him to slam into me harder. Our bodies come together again and again until the sound of skin against skin muffles everything else.
I can feel the orgasm coming. There’s no way to fight it—noneedto fight it. I give in to him, desperate for every inch as his length continues to ravage me. Desperate to feel his release as much as I crave my own.
“Don’t stop,” I mewl. “Please don’t stop.”
“Nothing could stop me right now,bambina,” he assures me, the friction sending currents of pleasure through me. “I’m going to fill your tight little pussy with cum, and I’m still not going tostop. You’re going to be screaming my name when the sun comes up.”
His words are like molten lava that mixes with the pressure and sends me over the edge. I come so hard my entire body convulses. Massimo grunts, then he throbs inside me, and every pulsation vibrates my walls.
“That’s it,” he groans. “Come for me,bambina. Let me feel what I’m doing to you.”
