Inwardly cursing myself for being rough when my cock was too big for that, I focused on distracting her.
In slow increments, I rocked my hips, and she responded by bearing down, letting me breach heaven’s gates.
Every inch I claimed earned me a moan until she keened into my mouth with a single, endless cry. Needing to reward her, I returned to that petting she’d enjoyed before.
The change was immediate. Her cunt relaxed in a soft shudder that let me thrust another two inches deeper. Her nails dug into myshoulders, tugging and ripping at my skin as she responded to the new fullness by biting my lip.
Hard enough for the little cat to draw blood.
Savoring the sting, I hissed. Pain mingled with pleasure, triggering a flood of Sicilian I’d never translate.
Words like my angel. My future. My promise. My treasure.
All the truth, but sentiments she wasn’t ready to hear.
Yet.
Still toying with her clit, I waited for her to kick my ass with her heel. Accepting that as permission to continue, I grabbed her butt with my other hand and shifted the angle so that when I bucked into her, she bucked right back.
Fucking her, I gave her what she’d asked for. Hard. Fast. I screwed her into the goddamn wall.
Then, her fingers pressed between us, not stopping until I made space for her. Unsure of her game, I slowed down, then blinked when she showed me how she wanted me to touch her. My ego had no idea how to react, but mostly, I didn’t care so long as she orgasmed again.
I needed to feel her climax around my cock right this fucking second.
“Oh, god, Stan, why are you so big?” Well, that stroked my slightly bruised ego. “You’re so fucking thick. Christ, you—” She sobbed. “Fuck, I-I can’t. I need you. But you’re so—” She gulped down air. “MOVE. Jesus!Move!”
“Keep going,duci,” I growled. “I love to hear you moan for me.”
Her face crumpled again, a sight I had to figure warned me that her release neared.
“That’s it. Come on, baby. Come for me. I want to feel it. I want to see it. I won’t fucking stop until you’re creaming around me. Do you understand? Tell me. I want to hear it.”
“I-I do,” she cried, head whipping from side to side. “I mean. Yes. No. I-I… God, I can’t. This is too much. Too much.”
“Not enough. Who’s making you feel like this? Who?” I nipped her chin, mimicking her earlier attack.
“Y-You,” she whimpered. “You. Stan. Stan. Mine. Stan. Please. Please. Pl?—”
Well, that needed a fucking reward.
Mine?
Hell to the fucking yes.
Knowing it’d drive her insane, I purposely changed my pace, shorter, slower,shallowerthrusts as I teased her clit.
“NO!”
She lit up like a Christmas tree and squealed. Again.
I fucking loved that noise on her.
A part of me knew it embarrassed her.
Undoubtedly, she thought she was too cool to squeal around me.
Well, she’d learn her lesson pretty fucking fast.
