"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he chants as I suck my fingers clean. "Stella, please. I need to be inside you. Need to feel that tight pussy gripping my cock."
I make my decision in a heartbeat, straddling him before I lose my nerve. The position puts me above him, in control, and the view is intoxicating: Alessandro Rosetti spread beneath me, his cock standing proud and thick, angry red and leaking steadily.
"Stella," he breathes with something like worship.
"My turn," I whisper, voice shaking with nervous excitement. "My turn to map every inch of you."
I start with his scars, tracing each one with fingers and tongue. The bullet wound near his hip makes him hiss when I suck on it. The knife scar across his ribs has him bucking up, his cock sliding along my wet slit, making us both moan.
"Please," he begs when I trace my tongue along his V-line, deliberately avoiding his cock. "Stella, baby, please. I'm so fucking hard it hurts."
"You made me beg that first time," I remind him, wrapping my hand around his shaft, feeling it pulse desperately. "Made me scream your name while you ate my pussy in that bathroom."
"And I'll spend the rest of my life on my knees for you if you just—FUCK!"
I've taken his cock in my mouth, just the tip, swirling my tongue around the head, tasting the salty pre-cum that immediately floods my mouth. His hips buck hard, trying to push deeper, but I pull back with a wet pop.
"Still," I command, drunk on power, and incredibly, he obeys.
I take him deeper this time, relaxing my throat. His cock is thick, stretching my lips obscenely, but I love the weight of him on my tongue, love the way he shakes beneath me.
"Holy fuck," he groans when I cup his balls, rolling them gently while taking him deeper. "Your mouth, Jesus Christ, that perfect fucking mouth."
I hollow my cheeks, sucking hard while working my tongue along the underside of his shaft. His hands find my hair, not forcing, just holding, trembling with the effort not to fuck my throat.
"Stella, baby, I'm going to—you have to stop or I'll come down your throat."
I pull off slowly, strings of saliva connecting my lips to his cock. "Maybe I want you to," I say, then take him deep again, moaning around his length.
"Fuck, no," he growls, pulling me up with surprising gentleness despite his desperation. "The first time you make me come today, it's going to be with my cock buried in that tight little pussy."
Before I can respond, he's kissing me deeply, groaning at the taste of himself on my tongue. His cock slides through myfolds, the head catching on my clit with each pass, making me whimper into his mouth.
"Ride me," he commands against my lips. "Take what you need. Use my cock however you want."
I position myself above him, rubbing his cock through my wetness, coating him thoroughly. We both watch as I line him up with my entrance, the head just barely pressing inside.
"You're so fucking wet," he marvels, feeling me drip onto his abs. "My perfect girl, so ready for my cock."
I sink down slowly, gasping at the stretch. I'm still sore from last night, but the burn feels good, feels right. His cock fills me completely, hitting spots that make stars explode behind my eyes.
"Fuck," we say in unison when I'm fully seated, his cock buried to the hilt.
I stay still for a moment, adjusting to the fullness, feeling my pussy flutter around him. From this position, I can see everything: the way his abs clench, the way his jaw ticks with restraint, the way his eyes devour every inch of me.
"Move," he begs. "Please, baby, ride my cock. I need to feel you."
I start slow, rolling my hips experimentally. The angle is different from last night, his cock hitting deeper, making me gasp with each movement. His hands find my hips, not directing, just holding, thumbs stroking the bruises he left.
"That's it," he encourages as I find my rhythm. "Fuck yourself on my cock. Take what you need."
I lean back, bracing my hands on his thighs, and the new angle has his cock hitting my g-spot perfectly. I cry out, my pussy clenching hard around him.
"Right there?" he asks, his thumb finding my clit. "Is that the spot, baby?"
"Yes," I moan, riding him harder. "Oh god, yes, right there."
"Look at you," he says with wonder. "The woman who came undone in that bathroom, riding my cock like you were born for it. Your pussy is gripping me so fucking tight."
