Then I open my mouth wider, trying to take him in as far as I can. I pull back when I almost activate my gag reflex. I slide back and forth like that, going close to my limit, then easing off. Meanwhile I keep stroking the base of his shaft with my hand.
Massimo remains very still through it all. I’m making a loud slurping sound, so I look up at him, hoping for confirmation that I’m doing it right. His eyes are squeezed shut, like he’s struggling to control himself. His abs are flexed, tensed, the muscles of his neck corded. He grunts occasionally. I take all of that as confirmation to continue.
After a moment I pull out to admire his cock. It’s glistening in the bathroom light, coated by my saliva. I rub my hand all the way up and down its length, utilizing the extra lubrication. Meanwhile, I slide my free hand under his balls and cradle them.
“I love your cock when it’s like this,” I say breathily. “So full of strength. Throbbing with heat. Like a lightning rod waiting to go off.”
“Fuck, I love it when you talk like that,” he says.
“But I bet you’ll love this more.” I slip my mouth over his cock and start slurping again while stroking the base.
He’s been the epitome of control up until now, but my words seem to turn him on all the more, that, combined with my touch, because he suddenly loses it.
His hands roughly dig into the back of head, holding me to him, and he begins thrusting, fucking my face.
He goes so deep I can’t breath, and when he pauses deep inside me, for a moment I’m worried I’m going to choke, but then he pulls out completely, a long rope of saliva still connecting his cock to my mouth. I sputter and gasp for breath.
“Are you all right?” he asks.
I nod, giving him a reassuring smile, and reach for his cock again, but it seems he has other plans for me.
He places one foot into the bathtub.
“Wait, it’s—” I tell him.
He slides the other in.
“Going to overflow,” I finish with a giggle. Water and bubbles spill over the edge, displaced by his added mass.
He drops to his knees and crawls over me, sloshing more water onto the floor. He braces himself above me, and I can feel his cock throbbing against my entrance.
He stares at me expectantly.
“Please fuck me, Massimo,” I tell him.
“Tell me how bad you want me,” he orders. “How badly you want me to dominate your pussy.”
I hold his eyes. “More than anything. Give me your cock. Dominate my pussy.”
And then he thrusts inside me. All the way: I gasp at the sudden feel of him inside me, once again taken aback by how big he is. There’s far less pain this time than when we first did it, however.
He withdraws and repeats, moving slowly at first, but soon switching to a rhythmic pounding. The bathwater sloshes back and forth, occasionally splashing over the rim.
I moan in time with his hammering.
He’s doing something with each thrust that enhances the pleasure… every time he’s buried deep inside, sparks of pleasure arc outward from my groin. I’m not totally sure, but I think he’s grinding his pubic bone against my clit or something.
He leans forward, kisses me, not breaking his stride.
“Fuck,” he says from the sides of his mouth. “You taste… so fucking… good.” He’s panting.
I want to tell him he does, too, but I can only moan in response, my pleasure centers on fire. He’s not the only one who’s panting.
When I look up at him I see him gazing back at me. I hold his eyes adoringly, feeling so special to be fucked by him.
I rake my fingers across his back and wrap them around his thick shoulders. They’re so meaty, so warm. I love how they feel beneath my touch, the muscles undulating with his every motion, as if trying to caress my fingers. I lower my gaze to his body rocking above me, and slide my eyes across those amazing tattoos, and that tanned, smooth skin, glistening with sweat and bathwater. I linger upon the striations between his pecs, and the long, deep indentations where they meet the rest of his chest, all of which could have been carved by a sculptor. His shoulders have similar striations, which alternately rise and fall as they flex. He’s a veritable slab of rock hard muscle. A killing machine.
And a fucking machine.
