“Ride my cock like a good girl.”
“I don’t know if I. . .” She looked down at my dick and back at me. I lifted and positioned her, not looking away from those beautiful brown eyes.
“Get on my cock and ride it, Lenora.” My voice was gruff in my ears. She arched into me when I squeezed her hips.
Her hands grabbed the sides of the chair as she sank onto it slowly. My eyes screwed shut, and I threw my head back at the feel of her walls enclosing me. She was so wet. So ready. I looked at her again. Her face was pinched, and she bit her lip like she was in agony. I held her hips again, helping her go slow. I needed to remember that she’d only been fucked once — twice — for the first time the other night. This position was new to her. My heart was pounding hard when she finally had me fully inside her. Her eyes were watery, and she looked like she was struggling to breathe. If this had been any other woman, I wouldn’t have cared to ask any questions. I would’ve pounded into her without care.
I reached up and cupped her face. “Okay?”
“You’re too big,” she whispered.
“You’re already on me, baby.” I kissed her, biting and sucking her bottom lip into my mouth. “Go slow if you have to.”
I don’t know why the fuck I said that. She set her hands on my shoulders and started rocking her hips slowly, coating my cock with her juices. She was driving me crazy with her sounds each time my cock hit her in a certain spot. I bit my tongue to keep myself from coming. She was so fucking beautiful. Her wet brown hair slowly curled as she moved. Her eyebrows pinched like she was concentrating on a fucking test and needed to pass it. Her eyes shone with a light I’d only seen the last time I fucked her. It was almost too much to bear, but I was an expert in endurance.
“Fuck,” she said as she started moving a little faster. I took a hand off her hip and tweaked her nipple. “O-oh, my G-g-od.”
“Keep moving just like that, Principessa.” I pressed my mouth to hers again, a searing kiss that ran to my toes. “Fuck. Yes. Just like that.”
“I’m gonna. . .” She was gasping for breath as she moved. I felt her tightening around my cock.
“Don’t you dare, Lenora.” I pinched her nipple hard enough to make her yelp. “Don’t you dare come without permission.” I took my hand off her nipple and slid it between us, pressing my thumb against her clit.
Her eyes widened as she shook her head frantically and stopped moving altogether. “I can’t. If you do that, I won’t be able—”
I slapped her ass. “Did I tell you to stop?”
“Rocco.” Her moan was loud as she started to move again.
“Bounce on my cock.” I moved my thumb in slow circles against her clit. When I felt her clench around me again, I stopped and smiled at the glare she shot me.
“This isn’t funny.” She hit my chest. “This is not fair, Rocco.”
“Ah.” That made me chuckle. “You want me to be fair, then.”
“I want you to. . .” Her lip wobbled, and tears filled her eyes when I moved my thumb again, then stopped while I used my other hand to move her up and down on my cock. I was less than ten seconds away from coming, so I had to let her do it anyway, but her face, those tears of pure need. Fuck.
“What do you want, Principessa?” I bit her lower lip. “Tell me.”
“You know what I want.” She screamed when I took away my thumb and started pulling her with both hands on her hips, so her body was moving back and forth now, her clit hitting my pelvis, causing friction against her clit. I ducked down and pulled her other nipple into my mouth. She bit her lip, trying hard to hold back her orgasm. “Oh, my fucking. . .Rocco.”
I took my hand off her hip and brought it to her other nipple, licking and tweaking them both. She stopped moving.
“Please, please, please.” She was openly crying now.
I grabbed her hips again and began to move her, up and down, up and down. She stopped moving when I let her go and started gyrating her hips slowly.
“Move.” I slapped her ass hard.
“Please.” Her bottom lip trembled. I leaned forward and took it into my mouth again.
“Come, Lenora. Come all over my cock.”
Her body shook as she finally let go, my name a scream from her lips as she threw her head back. I pulled out of her and pumped my cock once, twice, and came all over her stomach, her chest, and some of her chin. The doorbell rang, and we both snapped out of our post-orgasm haze.
“The food,” she said, scrambling to her feet, swaying a little before she gathered her bearings. “Coming!”
“Again?” I smirked when she shot me a look.
