I continue tongue fucking her. My pants are soaking with precum by this point and my cock is sore from confinement.
I bring her to the edge and this time I withdraw. She bucks her hips against the empty air above her, and her fingers tighten painfully in my hair as she tries to force my face back between her legs. But I don’t move—my neck muscles are stronger than her arms.
She gazes down at me and says, breathlessly. “Don’t stop.”
I grin evilly. “Beg.”
She hesitates, then: “Please Massimo. Don’t stop.”
“Don’t stop what?” I ask her.
“Don’t stop face fucking me!”
“All you want is a face fucking?” I ask.
“I—” she pauses. Then her eyes glint mischievously. “How about I give you head at the same time?”
I shake my head. “I’ll decide that. You need to understand, your pussy is mine. I have complete ownership of it. I decide when you cum, how you cum, and where you cum. Is that clear?”
She bites her lower lip, then nods hesitantly.
I smile hungrily. “Good.”
I lean forward and begin eating her out once more and she starts rocking her hips against my face anew.
I bring her to the edge several times, teasing her, making her beg, but I don’t let her cum to prove my point. It’s driving her crazy.
Finally I release her and slide next to her on the bed.
She looks at me incredulously. “When are you going to stop torturing me?”
“I want to fuck you, Angela,” I tell her simply. “I want to go all the way.”
She swallows nervously. “Okay.”
I rest a hand on her cheek. “Are you afraid?”
“I’m a virgin,” she says quietly.
I smile patiently. “I know. It’s probably going to hurt, no matter how badly your body wants what I’m going to do next. I want to be gentle. I want to go slow. But once I’m inside you, I’m not sure I’ll be able to control myself. I’m barely able to control myself now. Do you understand?”
She gets that mischievous look in her eyes again, and then wraps her hand around my cock, squeezing it through the dual fabrics of sweatpants and underwear. “Just fuck me already.”
My cock becomes harder than ever and I growl wordlessly. She doesn’t know the animal she’s unleashed. She has no idea. I see a glint of fear in her eyes beneath the hunger. Okay, she’s starting to understand. Good.
I shove myself off the bed and cross my arms to strip off my shirt. “You want to get fucked? All right.”
12
Angela
Istare at Massimo as he strips down at the base of the bed. His chest glistens in the sunlight, and I can see all of his tattoos. Tribal symbols. Race horses. Nautical emblems—a compass, an anchor. A heart, with a banner underneath blaring the words: “Wear it on your sleeve, or don’t wear it at all.”
My eyes linger on the long scars he has across his ribcage, and I’m curious about them, but I’m quickly distracted when he lowers his sweatpants and underwear in one smooth motion so that his cock springs forth. It’s so big, I’m a little taken aback, and worried that it might not fit inside me. He mentioned I’d feel pain, is that what he meant? That his cock is bigger than average, too big for a tiny pussy like mine?
For a moment I consider telling him to stop, to forget about all of this, but my clit is still swollen between my legs, as are my pussy lips, waiting for the release from the last build-up, which he never gave me. Three orgasms in a row, then teasing, constant teasing. I’m starting to understand why he did it: he wanted to get me to the point where he knew I wouldn’t say no to him. Where I’d be so desperate for release I’d agree to almost anything.
Then he’s lying on top of me, and his musty smell overwhelms me. It’s intoxicating. I forget about all my misgivings, wanting him more than anything.
