“Fuck!” I screamed. It was too much. He was too big. Too thick. And he was applying an insane amount of pressure from the outsideandthe inside…I was about to explode. I didn’t know if my heart could take it. I never thought I’d cry surrender, but he was…more than enough. “Just you,” I barely got out.
He pulled my hair harder, leaning us back, his cock going so deep inside of me, not even my heart could hide. “Tell me again.”
“Just.” I breathed in and out. “You.”
“Just me.”
“Just you!” I screamed. “Just you,Capitano! The toy can fuck off!”
He flung the rose so hard across the room, I heard something break. But nothing had abated. My sensitive nub was still pulsating, but it was just sensitive instead of burning, tingling like a bell that had been hit by a truck.
One touch, and it was going to send me flying, while his cock did, too.
Still using my hair to guide me, he started to move slower, easing me into the rhythm again. I clawed his thighs as he started to pump harder.
“My beautiful Ava.” His voice was hoarse and almost in awe. “You bring out what every man craves from his woman…the beast inside of his chest.” He growled low in his throat.
Our bodies started to slap, his humongous balls hitting me from behind, and…his hand snaked around front, and all three combined…
I screamed out when it felt like ten orgasms hit me seconds apart. My entire body convulsed as he spilled himself inside of me, grunting as he did.
I was afraid to move, to even breathe, because my entire body felt like a nerve about to go off again. I wasn’t sure if I could take it. My heart was in my throat, and my lungs burned. Sweat dripped off my body like I’d just gotten out of the pool. My middle toe felt stiff, like I was about to get a cramp in it.
Nazzareno breathed something Italian in my ear. Reminding me to breathe probably. It burned to take a breath, though.
He’d sprinted after me on the football field, and I was forced to run.
He caught me anyway.
We were wrapped around each other for a few seconds before he pulled me down to the bed with him. He kissed my shoulder, pulling me even closer, causing me to gasp.
“Take a breath,” he whispered. He set his hand over my chest and pressed me harder into his body. “In. Out. That is it.”
It seemed like our bodies synched together, and my breathing pattern started to mimic his, along with our heartbeats.
It was even more intense than what we had just done.
My eyes drifted close for a second, but when he moved away from me, they opened. He walked naked to where he had flung the rose. His ass was perfect. Tight and muscular. His balls were huge and round.
He turned around to face me, and…he was hard again.
He held out the rose for me to take when he came to stand next to the bed. I took it from him and flung it.
“No,” was all I said. He had ruined it for me.
Nothing compared to him. Everything else seemed to…hurt.
I was going to have hell to pay when it was time to leave him.
He threw back his head and laughter barreled out of him. He slipped into bed next to me, pulling me close again, kissing my neck. “Ah.” He breathed against my skin. “Carino così.” He kissed me even harder. “Carino così.” He planted one on my cheek. “Get some sleep, my cute little bird.”
“Why?” I yawned. “Do we have to be somewhere?”
“Sì.”
“Early?”
He laughed, this time it was breathy and rough. “Sì.My father values punctuality.”
