“And hitting me with aFrenchwine bottle? Shame on you! You deserve a severe spanking just for that!”
He’s certifiable,I think,that’s what he’s most displeased about? He picked the wine!I can hear him running to my right, blocking me from the fence and I’m forced to turn left. It doesn’t matter, there’s always another way out.
Two big arms wrap around my waist and I’m on the ground before I can scream. He’s on top of me, his weight pushing me down into the soft earth and I can feel his alarmingly large erection poking into my back.
“There you are,” he growls into my hair, “my bad, bad girl.” He’s chuckling as he grabs my flailing hands, easily holding them in his long fingers behind my back as he shoves one knee between my thrashing legs, easily pushing them apart.
“You cheated! I don’t know how but you did!” I hiss, violently moving my shoulders back and forth, but his mouth finds the back of my neck and his teeth bite into my skin. Not hard, just enough to hold me there. His other arm wraps around my waist, crossing over my chest and grips my shoulder. I can feel his chest heaving against my back and the spicy scent of him is so much stronger.
“Aren’t you just full of surprises?” he gloats, letting go of my wrists to yank at my dress, tearing a long split up the side of it and reaching inside, his big, warm hand cupping between my legs. “Soaking wet,Bellissima,”he murmurs into my ear, tucking his chin on my shoulder. “So fucking juicy.”
I moan shamelessly as his fingers slide under my panties and one pushes up inside me. He’s rocking that terrifying erection against me and my arms are shaking, trying to hold myself up as his body curves over me, enveloping me and taking up all the space in the universe so that there’s no room for me except for underneath him. The arm crossing my chest moves and his hand is ripping the neckline of my dress, pulling it away from my breasts as his greedy fingers find my nipple, twisting and plucking at it.
“These nipples are so hard,” he chuckles, his deep voice is right next to my ear, an underlying panther’s growl making me shake uncontrollably. “They’re perfect, I knew it.” He squeezes that breast hard, and then the other. “You are perfect.”
Hissing, I try to drive my elbow into his ribs and the arrogant bastard has the nerve to laugh. Helaughs!
“You can’t hurt me, baby.Not anywhere as much as my dick hurt every time I thought about chasing you down.”
His palm presses hard between my legs driving another finger up inside me and grinding the heel of his palm against my embarrassingly sensitive clit. How can this be making me so wet? Dario pulls me away from my outrage by twisting his hand in my underwear and ripping them off me, chuckling at my startled yelp.
“You’re on fire inside,” he whispers hoarsely, “I can feel the heat of you burning my fingers. I want to feel you scorch my cock.” Wrapping his thick arm around my waist, he pulls my hips up and I can feel the silky tip of his dick against my opening. When did he take off his pants? “Take a deep breath, baby.” It’s all the warning I get before his hips snap forward and he drives his cock up inside me. He’s huge. He’s taking up all the space inside me and he’s the only thing I can feel and damnit, he feels amazing.
“Good.” His teeth are gritted and I can feel the cords in his arms tighten to steel. I’m glad he’s suffering, but I’m even more grateful he stopped for a minute because this is getting to be too much. “Good,” he growls again, “let me in, you can take it all. Scream if you have to.” His grip tightens around my hips and he pushes again.
Oh, god I thought he was all the way inside me! There’s more? I had no idea there was more of him, how it could feel having something this big inside of me.I knew Dario would be huge, but… he’s spearing up into me, pulling me open wide and buried deep enough to feel his heavy balls rub against my clitoris. He’s made me so slick and he is whispering hoarsely into my ear, how pretty I am. How warm. How good I make him feel and how he is going to make me come until I scream for him.
I want to scream already because this is too intense,I feel pulled apart but I’m so wet and everything feels like fire inside me.
“W- wait for a second,” I wheeze, digging my fingers into the soil, “just… I need a minute.” He curls over me, his arm gripping me securely, holding me up and his other hand idly stroking my clit, circling down to where he’s embedded in me and back up. He whispers things in Italian to me but it wouldn’t matter if it’s in English. The only thing that I can feel, and see and understand is his cock inside me, and when his hips begin to move again I let out a moan that would embarrass me if I’d been capable of thought.
“This perfect cunt is mine, do you hear me, Cora? The only cock you’ll ever come on is mine.” He’s growling again and softly biting down my neck and when he speeds up, I can feel it, like a streak of lightning blazing up and down my spine and shooting out through my lower half and when his fingers lightly, carefully stroke my clit in contrast to the vicious way he’s pounding inside me, I let out a scream to the night sky and the stars peering down on us. The fire he feels swirling inside me makes me feel it too, the heat of both of us is incendiary and I feel like we could set the vineyard ablaze.
“Beautiful wife,” he growls, “one more, baby. With me.”
“No…” I’m moaning, “I can’t. It’s too much. This is so much.”
Not that he cares, because I’m jolting back and forth from the force of his thrusts and I realize that this colossal incubus is indeed going to make me come with him. As his cock swells impossibly wider and my arms give up, he yanks me up before I plow face-first into the dirt and he slaps my ass. Hard. I tighten against him in shock and he comes with a growl, slapping my already sore behind three more times as I yelp.
“You should always associate pain with pleasure with me,” he whispers diabolically, making me shudder, and he laughs as his heat fills me, making me feel as scorching hot inside as my poor bruised ass does.
Dario…
I hold her to me, kissing her sweaty forehead and telling her how beautiful she is, how good she feels. My new bride is shaking, her breath coming out in little gasps.
“Relax,” I soothe her, pulling out and groaning a little. Fuck, I don’t want to leave her. Sheathed up inside her feels like being in the middle of the volcano that looms over our vineyard.
Helping her stand, I pull my shirt over what’s left of her torn and filthy dress, pulling her arms gently through the sleeves. I have to keep an arm around her, pulling up my pants and trying to fasten them with one hand. When I swing her up in my arms, she tries to wiggle free.
“I can walk.” Her voice is small and her words are slurring.
“I know, baby.” I murmur, “I want to carry you.”
She’s half asleep by the time we make it back to the main house. My bride made it halfway across the vineyard before I caught up with her.
Eyeing her and the shower, I doubt I can keep her upright long enough to get her clean. Turning to the tub, I fill it quickly, lifting her in and sliding behind her. Her head’s lolling as I soap her up, enjoying the little hiss as I gently clean between her legs. Her hands are filthy from gripping the soil as we fucked and I clean each finger, admiring the glint of the diamond ring I’d put on her earlier.
“Time for bed,Bellissima,”I said, waking her slightly as she nods, rubbing her cheek against my chest. Wrapping her in a towel, I dry her as quickly as I can before lifting her into bed.
