He kneels on the edge of the bed, pressing on my chest until I’m lying on my back and he’s hovering over me.
He runs his hand down my bare stomach, straight to my core, and slides it up and down my slit. “My perfect, beautiful little wife. Always so ripe and ready for the taking.”
“Yes, please,take me.”
“You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted this.”
“Then take it. I don’t want you holding back, Massi.”
His eyes darken. “What are you asking me, Liana?”
“I might be a virgin, but I don’t want you to hold back. I want you to give me everything you have. Don’t treat me like some innocent little wife that’s going to break in half from your dick.”
His eyes darken even more, and his next words come out strained, as if he never wanted to say them in the first place. “We should go slow,mia moglie. This is your first time, and I don’t want?—”
I lift my pointer finger to his mouth.
“No excuses, Massi.Please.I need you to give me everything. I want this. I wantyou.”
He puts his forehead against mine, closing his eyes as if he’s struggling, then lets out a sigh. “If anyone is going to be the death of me, it’s going to be you,mia moglie.” Then he slamshis mouth to mine, taking me into a passionate and heated kiss I want to last an eternity.
With his finger, he rubs my clit, then slides it down my pussy and pushes it inside of me.
“More,”I moan out.
A second finger plunges into me, and I cry out at the intrusion because it feels so damn good.
He kisses me while thrusting his fingers in and out of me, and when he rubs my clit, the sensations hit me like a ton of bricks, putting me in a high I have zero plans of coming down from.
“Massi,” I pant out.
“You ready for another, baby?”
My eyes widen. “Another?”
“If you want me to give you everything I have, you’re going to have to take another one of my fingers.”
I didn’t think about this when I was begging him to fuck me, but now that he already has two fingers pumping in and out me and ready to add a third, all I can think about is how full I already feel. Yet I want it. Ineedit.
“Do it, Massi. I want more.”
A grin forms on his face. “Such a good little wife, pleasing her husband so well.”
Massi pulls his fingers out, then puts three up to my entrance. I can already tell it’s too much, but I’m craving it all the same.
He inches them inside of me, and it all hits me at once. I’ve seen Massi’s cock, and I’ve seen his fingers. While his fingers are long and thick, they don’t compare to his dick, even with three of them put together
He carefully thrusts them in and out, stretching me to an extent I didn’t think possible.
When I writhe beneath him, meeting his thrusts with each lift of my hips, he says, “You’re ready.”
My eyes widen with excitement when he withdraws his fingers and sits back on his knees in between my legs. He stares down at me with an absolute thirst that can only be quenched by me.
Reaching over to the nightstand, he opens the drawer and takes a bottle out.
“What is that?”
He gives me a smirk, and says, “Lube,” then opens the bottle and squirts some on his hand and rubs it up and down his long shaft. “We’re going to need it, trust me.”
