“And I love your sexy little asshole.”
I tensed when his thumb pressed against it. “I’ll fuck that hole too—”
When I protested, he grinned and pushed against the tight ring.
“When I want it, you’ll give it to me. You’ll get on your hands and knees just like you are right now, and you’ll beg me to fuck your ass.”
My mewling had his grin widening.
“But don’t worry. That’s not tonight. Tonight, I want to bury my cock inside your pussy. I’ll go slowly at first, but what I want, Lucia, is to pound into your cunt until I feel your very center. Until you beg me to stop and beg me for more all at once. Until you scream my name.”
I arched my back, biting my lip, wanting his hands on me, his mouth on me. Wanting him inside me.
“Make me come, Salvatore,” I begged, my body shuddering at my request.
“You want it hard, don’t you?”
“Mmm.”
“Your first time, though?”
He knew that, though he still asked the question while rubbing his cock along my folds. His heat, his hardness, the softness of bare flesh on bare flesh. It all made my eyes roll to the back of my head.
“Yes.”
“Are you scared?”
“No.”
“Maybe I like you a little scared, Lucia.”
The dark whisper made me shudder.
“Maybe I like to hold you down and fuck you hard while you scream. Maybe it turns me on.” He lined himself up between my legs. “Keep your eyes on me. I want to watch you.”
I nodded, swallowing as the head of his cock pressed against my entrance. “Maybe a little scared.” My voice came out hoarse.
“Fear makes your cunt drip.”
He pushed in then, more slowly than I expected, stretching me, the invasion feeling strange, my skin too tight, but as he moved in and out of me, I relaxed, closing my eyes, feeling. And it felt good.
“Eyes, Lucia.”
I opened them, watching him, his face, as he rocked inside me, going a little deeper, taking more of me, pressing against a barrier that had my eyes go wide. I tried to rise, but he rubbed my back.
“Shh. Keep your eyes on me. It will only hurt for a minute. Then you’ll be begging me to fuck you hard.”
I fisted my hands, trying to pull my arms into myself. Salvatore leaned over my back, stretching his arms over mine, his cock lodged inside me.
“I want to feel all of you,” he whispered, moving slowly. “I want to feel your tight cunt squeeze my cock.” He pulled out, then rolled his hips, going deeper. “I want to feel the warmth of your virgin blood.”
He thrust then, making me cry out.
“I want to hear you cry out. I like it.”
Another thrust, harder this time.
“I like feeling you come.”
