“I love to see you like this—so desperate for me, and my cock not even anywhere near you. Do you want more,topolino?”
I nod fast. “More...please...”
He chuckles. “You may be a virgin, but I can make you myputtano, can’t I? So eager to have me fuck you. To have my cock buried in your tight little hole. Tell me. Tell me you want me to fuck your hole.”
Everything he says makes me hotter and hotter. The idea that I’m such a total slut for him—the way he says it, so full of approval, almost praising me…
All I can do is babble. “Fuck me, Alessandro—please, I want you to fuck me so deep and hard and make me come so fucking bad—”
His mouth crushes onto mine as his fingers search inside me, finding my most sensitive place, massaging gently. I groan into his mouth, digging my hands into his strong, flexing shoulders as my balls start to tighten up. My whole body clenches at the delicious feeling of being filled by him.
If his fingers are this good, what will his cock feel like?
He chuckles softly against my lips. “Do you know how lovely you look, dancing on my fingers? Tell me again, what you need from me. I love hearing you say it.”
“I wantyou, Alessandro,” I whisper. It’s so deeply true. I wanthim: his touch, his warmth, his pleasure. But I’m almost scared.
I’m not just giving him my body right now.
The thought of being filled by him sends a thrill through me, and I shudder on his insistent hand. All I can do is moan. “Please...please fuck me, Alessandro. Fill my little hole with your cock and make me come hard.”
My answer pulls a soft curse from him. “You don’t disappoint, do you? So eager for me. You’re a naughty boy, aren’t you? I like that about you.” He kisses me again, and then pulls away a little, looking down to where his fingers still tease and tantalize me. “But I don’t plan to fuck you today. I want you to know your own body completely before you give it over to me.”
His fingers slide out of me and I give a protesting moan, but he lifts up his head to kiss me again. When he pulls away, he holds my gaze for a moment before he leans down to set his teeth around my nipple.
“Your heartbeat,” he murmurs. “So fast.”
I don’t reply. I want to tell him it’s beating for him, but I’m afraid of what his response might be.
He wants my body, after all. Not my heart.
Alessandro works his way down my body with kisses, slow and teasing, until he reaches my balls, and I’m shaking, desperate for him to touch me again, to put his fingers back where they were. I can feel them poised there at my hole, waiting, and I wonder if he’s going to leave me empty for the rest of the night.
But then he leans in and kisses my cock, his tongue tracing the ridge of my crown, tickling at my slit. “Mio dolce. I want to drink you down.”
“Please,” I whisper, and I feel him smile against me, his lips curling against my hot shaft. When his tongue wraps around me, I squeeze my eyes shut, biting my lip as I try to hold back my pleasure, let him explore like he said he wanted to.
I’m not sure I can hold on much longer.
When he pulls his mouth away, I whimper, trying to keep my voice down. “I don’t want you to stop,” I whisper.
“You like having your cock played with, don’t you, little teddy bear? But I think even better, you like…this.” His fingers glide inside me. “This is where I belong, isn’t it?” he murmurs, and I choke out a nonsensical reply. “Did you know how much your body craved this?” He nuzzles into the crease of my thigh.
“I didn’t know,” I pant out. “I didn’t know.”
“ButIknew. And I can make you mine, can’t I? I can make you come for me.”
“Please—”
His fingers move inside me, stroking over that one place that feels electric every time it’s touched. All the dildos I’ve tried never felt like this—good, yes. But this...
And then, with his other hand, he picks up my cock and guides it to his waiting lips, tongue swiping across my crown before latching on, taking me deeper. It’s so warm, so wet, so perfect. I’m melting all over; his fingers still working inside me, his tongue sliding around, lashing at my cock as he sucks me harder.
I’m going to come.
I’m going to spill into Alessandro Castellani’s mouth while his hand fucks rhythmically at my ass, the wet noise of it echoing in my ears. I’m going to come, and I don’t care about anything else. I don’t care if he only wants me for my body, or my face, or because I’m convenient.
I just want to come.
