"Gio please—"
He grins. I feel it against my neck.
"Please what?" His voice is fucking evil. "Please fuck you harder? Please make you cum? Or you just like begging?" I gasp, trying to speak but my words get swallowed by another brutalthrust that makes my entire body jolt. "You sound so pretty when you’re this desperate," he whispers, his teeth grazing my jaw.
My nails dig into his back, scraping down his skin, needing him closer and deeper. "Gio stop with the teasing—"
He laughs, breathless. "Why would I stop?" Another deep thrust. "You’re a fucking mess for me." Another one, even harder. "You love it." Again. "You fucking love when I wreck you like this." And again.
I’m shaking under him. My voice breaks completely. "I’m so close…"
"I know," he whispers. "I can feel you clenching around me, baby." And then he picks up the pace. His hips start slamming into me again, faster, wet slaps filling the air like music. I feel his hand wrap around my dick. My back arches hard against the tank as his fist starts stroking me, matching the brutal rhythm of his hips.
I moan his name, eyes rolling back, and he doesn’t stop. My body’s twitching. I’m already on the edge. I look up. His face. The way his eyes squeeze shut, brows furrowed, jaw tight, looking like he’s hanging on by a thread.
His hips start stuttering, his hands trembling slightly on my waist. He’s close. He’s trying so hard not to lose it.
I let out a broken laugh through the moans. "You’re trying so hard," I whisper. His jaw clenches tighter. I smirk. squeeze around him on purpose. He chokes on a breath.
"Let it go, fill me up." I pant.
His hips slam harder, sloppier, erratic now.
I’m squeezing even tighter. "Fuck me full, Gio, give it to me." He loses it. "You’re evil," he barely says, with a broken voice. He slams into me one last time, burying himself completely as his whole body shakes.
His head drops, forehead against mine, moaning straight into my mouth. The heat floods inside me. That’s it for me. The second I feel him spill into me, my whole body snaps.
My orgasm rips through me like lightning, my vision blurring as my cum shoots between us, coating both our stomachs while my legs shake violently. We cum together. Our sounds mix in the air like some filthy fucking symphony. I can’t stop shaking. He’s still pulsing inside me. Everything is spinning. Then I notice something.
One single thick line of my cum drips down, sliding off my stomach, landing right onto the side of his Ducati.
My heart drops. I blink, panicked, looking up at him, still panting. "Shit, Gio, I’m so sorry—"
He blinks too, still trying to catch his breath. He looks down at the mess. Stares at it. For a second, I think he’s about to lose his mind. His eyes go wide, mouth parting.
"The fuck you’re sorry for?!" he asks, still breathless.
He gestures at the streak with one hand like he’s pointing at a fucking masterpiece. "I’m the luckiest motherfucker alive right now."
He shakes his head, eyes full of something between lust and awe. "This—" he pants, still staring at the mess, "this is art, baby."
I let out a breathless laugh, still trying to process everything. He looks back at me, eyes softening but still wild.
"Fucking art," he whispers again, and kisses me hard.
26) Let Me Be The First
Rava
We're chilling in the bathtub.
The water is still warm. I lean back against his chest, fully sinking into him, like his body is the safest place in the world. My head rests under his chin while his hands lazily run through my wet hair, combing it back over and over. I can feel his heartbeat against my back. I swallow, breathing him in, before speaking.
"I'm…I'm really sorry my dad hit you," I say softly. "This is ridiculous. Calling him Dad sounds so wrong." His fingers pause for a moment, brushing gently over my forehead before moving again, slower this time.
"Hey," he whispers. "Don't you dare carry that shit on your shoulders." He kisses the side of my temple. "None of it is on you, baby. And for the record?" He smiles a little. "I'm so fucking proud of you. You were… God, you were something else back there."
I let out a weak laugh. "To be honest? I've been too busy falling in love with you back in there to even care that he hit me."
