He lifts his mouth from my breast. “You cum when I say you do.”
I pout, and when I reach down to grab his pulsing rod, his whole body stiffens. “Are you sure?”
I begin stroking him.
He clenches his jaw, then presses his lips into mine, frantically. His tongue presses against my lips, and I open my mouth to allow him inside. I’m trying to steer his cock toward my pussy, but he shifts to the right. I’m still stroking him, and he groans.
Finally he slides his cock inside me. It doesn’t hurt as much, this time.
Massimo stares into my eyes as he begins moving in and out. His motions are slower, more controlled, as if his previous release has partially sated him.
“Does it hurt?” he asks.
“Only a little,” I tell him.
“I’ll be more gentle,” he says. He kisses me softly and then licks my lips. “You’re so fucking sexy. Did I ever tell you that?”
I can only smile in reply. I’m too busy rocking my hips against his, trying to match his pace.
I’m quickly reaching the point of no return, but then to my surprise, he pulls out.
I give him a questioning look. I glance at his cock. I can see it’s rock hard and throbbing with need, so I don’t think he’s climaxed yet.
He smiles slyly. “I’m in control again. Which means, you cum when I say you do.”
I reach for his dick but he slips away.
“Beg,” he tells me. “Beg me to fuck you.”
“Please, Massimo,” I say. “Fuck the shit out of me.”
“I love it when you talk dirty,” he says, leaning forward to kiss me.
When he pulls his lips away, I can’t help but reach up to explore his strong, well-defined pecs.
“Can a guy have a nipple orgasm, too?” I ask.
Before he answers I’m leaning forward and sucking his nipple. I try to flick it with my tongue and nibble at it like he did to me. I’m clumsy as hell I’m sure, as I’ve never done this before, but he seems to like it, because he hasn’t pulled away.
I reach down at the same time and grab his cock, which is still lubricated with our bodily fluids, and begin stroking.
He groans, and starts rocking his hips in and out, pumping my hand, despite his previous claim about being in control.
It’s his turn to repeat my name.
“Angela, Angela, Angela,” he says.
I grin as I continue sucking his nipple. I don’t want him to cum, though. I want to torture him like he’s doing to me. I can’t tell how close he is though—I’ve never been with a man, so I don’t have a read on the signs. I give him one last, rapid tug, then release his cock and his nipple and lie back.
He pumps the air twice, with his cock desperately searching for my hand, then he gives me a sharp look.
Grinning, I tell him: “How does it feel?”
Massimo growls and plunges his cock right into my pussy. He holds his upper body in the air above me, like he’s doing a partial push-up, so I can see all his chest muscles flexed above me. His pecs are striated, his abs rock hard.
He pounds me harder and harder and my eyes roll up in my head. I grab the sheets and squeeze, balling them up in my fingers.
Then he stops.
