We have to be careful with our kissing, his face still tender, and my throat still sore, and once or twice I make Alessandro flinch and pull away, chuckling at his own pain. But we make it work, swapping passion for tenderness. Alessandro’s tongue coaxes my mouth open as he tries to deepen the kiss, and I slide my hand into his soft black hair as his mouth caresses mine.
He murmurs something, and when I ask him to repeat it, he laughs. “I said, you must be crazy, little mouse.”
“Crazy?”
“You must be, to want—this.” He takes my hand and slides it over his face. Over his scar.
I take his face in both my hands as he balances over me on the bed, arms extended. “Will you stop that?” He gives a small smile, but I’m not done. “Imeanit. Stop talking yourself down like that. Don’t you know how gorgeous you are?”
When he kisses me this time, it’s with more urgency, a deeper kiss that makes me forget all about my sore throat and his black eye. He works his way down my neck, bites at my earlobe, and mutters, “Don’t flatter me,” he mutters. “It doesn’t work.”
“I’m not flattering you,” I insist, making him look me in the face again. “You’re amazing. Gorgeous. Incredible.” I punctuate each word with a soft kiss on his lips, and he allows it, his eyes closing in pleasure as he smiles.
“Alright,topolino,” he sighs. “Alright. I believe you.”
I rush him through foreplay this time, because I don’t want to wait anymore. I want to feel him inside me, part of me, and—for the first time—he doesn’t slow me down, letting me wrap my legs around him and pull him close, his hard dick pressing eagerly against my slicked-up hole. “Hard,” I beg. “Do it.”
“Hands and knees,” he tells me, adding quickly, almost impatiently, “No, not because of my face, but because I want to watch that gorgeous ass taking my cock.”
I can hardly say no to that. I flip over, arching my back as he spreads my cheeks open, then spits into my crease, adding to the copious lube already coating my hole. I feel his crown begin to breach me, faster than I expected, his hands tightening on my hips as he pulls me back, impaling me, driving into me, filling me up with one long, persistent stroke. I can’t help from crying out, but I push back at him all the same, urging him deeper. He’s so big, and this encounter is intense, raw, but it’s what I need. Confirmation that we arealive—alive enough to feel pleasure along with pain, alive enough to feel it all.
“Oh, God,” I moan, arching my back.
“Tell me you can take it,amore. I want you to take every inch into that tight little asshole. Can you do that for me?”
He’s not already in completely? I wriggle around, try to get closer, to press up against him, but his hands steady me. “Hold on,” he whispers, and then he pulls right back until only the tip of his cock is inside me, teasing and stretching the sensitive nerves of my ring.
“Alessandro,” I murmur. “Please.”
“Ask for it. Ask for what you want.”
“I want your cock. All of it.”
“Then take it.” He drives forward again, pounding into me hard with a series of powerful thrusts. I cry out in surprise, in pleasure, and Alessandro leans in and starts whispering in Italian in my ear, peppered with filthy English words as well, the kind of things that usually make me blush, but right now just make me hotter for him.
He bites at my neck, pinching the skin between his teeth, making me squirm as his hips halt temporarily. “I want to ride you until you scream.” He nips at me again. “Would you like that?”
In answer, I force myself back on him, moaning as his thick shaft makes its way into me, showing him how much I want to be filled by him, how much I need him.
“You look so beautiful taking my dick,” he murmurs. “Bellissimo. You’re mine, aren’t you?”
I’m not sure whether he knows how deeply that gets to me. How hearing these words affect me.
You’re mine.
My whole life I’ve felt like nobody ever really wanted me, but Alessandro wants every atom of me.
He knows exactly how I need to be taken. Claimed. Owned. He’s showing me right now as he fucks me that I’mworthowning, that I belong to him. And it’s only getting better, his cock slamming into me harder, pushing me toward orgasm even as he teases me with short breaks.
“Your ass feels so good,” he breathes. “God, you’re such a perfect fit. On your side, now, so I can see that pretty face.” He rearranges me, guides me onto my side, his dick still in me. I splay open my thighs, let him slide his leg up between mine, and he keeps fucking me, slow and deep, pulling my face around so he can taste my mouth at the same time.
It’s almost too much, his cock stretching me so thoroughly, but I want him to use me however he likes. I need this more than I’ve ever needed anything before, and when he reaches down to my ass and tugs my cheeks apart, opening me further, I help him do it. He’s rough and possessive, whispering in my ear that he’s claiming me as his own, and when his hand comes down on my ass, I yelp.
“Don’t be shy, show me some appreciation.” He thrusts into me again, and his voice drops to a low growl. “Tell me you love the way I fuck your ass. Tell me you love being my sweet-mouthed little slut. Tell me you’remine.”
The words coming out of my mouth are almost foreign to me, as I babble back everything he wants to hear, finishing with, “I’m yours, Alessandro. Only yours.”
His slick hand wraps around my cock and strokes me, sending a shiver of pleasure through my body. “Mine,” he pants softly. “Say it again.” His fingers tighten, making me gasp, and I repeat it.
