I glance at him in frustration and see the grin on his face.
“Who’s in control now?” he asks.
I start pumping my hips against him, but he simply presses down with his weight, pinning me to the sheets so I can’t move.
Argh!
“You have to beg for it, Angela,” he says.
“Fuck me, Massimo,” I plead. “Fuck me until I cum.”
He grins. “Say please.”
“Please.”
“Please what?” he presses.
I stare at him in torment. “Please fuck me.”
“Do you promise to be a good girl?” he teases.
“Yes.” I’m just agreeing to whatever he says at this point. He could have made me promise to dress in flip flops and suspenders for the rest of my life, or to shave my head, and I would have.
I think it’s the desperation in my voice that reaches him, because he begins pounding me like there’s no tomorrow. He lowers his head to lick one of my nipples as my breast jiggles up and down from his hammering.
“So perfect,” he says.
I can only lie there, writhing beneath this pleasure machine. He knows his way around a woman, that’s for sure. The thought causes a spark of jealousy, which is soon extinguished by the growing feeling between my legs.
“Tell me when you’re going to cum,” he says. “Ask for my permission.”
Only a few moments pass, and I tell him: “I’m going to cum. Is that okay?”
He slows his pounding for a moment, as if considering. Then he increases his pace. “You may.”
I explode a moment later and I feel the heat of his own cum expanding inside me.
We moan at the same time, and once more he collapses on top of me. He slides off faster this time, and I cuddle against him.
I nestle my head on his chest, feeling so happy, so complete, relishing in the afterglow of sex that I’ve read so much about but never actually experienced. I know that afterglow will fade away soon enough, replaced by the realities of our situation, but I try not to think about that.
It doesn’t take long for reality to come crashing back in, and I turn my head away from him and sigh.
Yes, I’d forgotten who we were. Though I like the feel of his body against mine, it’s not going to last forever. He’s going to auction me off to the highest bidder. Kill my father. Maybe my brothers.
I can’t believe I let him fuck me. Let him take my virginity. What was I thinking?
I wasn’t, obviously. I let my body take control. My desire. It’s always a mistake to give in to lust. I knew this. And yet I did it anyway.
I guess I wanted to make up for not having him all those years ago.
Before he ran away.
I look at Massimo. He’s studying me with those blue eyes. The desire is mostly gone, and what I see now is curiosity. He’s wondering the same things I am, no doubt.
Wondering what’s going to happen next between us.
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