I smiled. “Good thing you don’t have to wait much longer.”
I moved my finger in a slow, steady rhythm, matching the movements of my tongue against her clit until her entire body was shaking uncontrollably. Her breath hitched. Her hips rolled rhythmically against my face, chasing something she couldn’t name but needed desperately.
I stopped before she could come. I wanted her orgasm coating my dick for the first time. I wanted my seed spilling out of her only so I could push it back into that sweet cunt with my fingers. I wanted to breed her so deep she’d feel me inside her for days.
Chiara cried out in protest. “Why did you stop?”
“Because I want you to come with me inside you,” I said simply. Her blue eyes widened at that, understanding dawning. “This time, you’re going to squirt on my cock.”
I moved back over her slowly, settling between her thighs while her breath hitched nervously. I looked down at her flushed and beautiful, spread open beneath me like she was made for this. Made for me.
I lined myself up with her entrance slowly, watching her face as I pushed into her inch by agonizing inch. She was impossibly tight. Hot and wet and perfect around me like she was made to take me. To keep me.
“Leo,” she gasped, her nails digging into my shoulders. “It hurts!”
“Shhh,” I murmured. “Relax, baby. Let me in.”
She moaned, her head falling back against the sheets as I pushed deeper. Finally, I was fully seated inside her. I stayed still for a long moment, letting her adjust to my size while I fought to maintain control.
“You’re so big,” she whispered.
“Told you I’d stretch you,” I got out through gritted teeth.
She shuddered around me at that. God, she was perfect. Perfectly responsive. Perfectly mine. I started to move slowly then, pulling out almost entirely before sliding back in even deeper. Chiara cried out with every thrust, her hips rising to meet me like she couldn’t get close enough.
“You feel that?” I murmured. “How well you take me?”
“Yes,” she gasped.
“Tell me.”
“I-I… No, please.” She broke off with a sharp cry as I hit a particularly deep spot. “Leo, more!”
“Look at you. Ventura’s perfect little princess falling apart for a Moretti,” I said with dark satisfaction. “Tell me you’re my good girl.”
“Your good girl,” she gasped. “Your favorite girl.”
I smiled. That was it. That was exactly what I needed to hear. I started to move faster then, driving into her harder with every thrust while her cries grew louder, more desperate. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room. The sound of her moaning my name like a prayer.
I shifted slightly, changing the angle of my thrusts. Chiara’s body arched sharply off the bed with a scream. There. Right there. I hit that spot again and again, driving her closer and closer to the edge until she was shaking uncontrollably beneath me.
“Leo, please.” She broke off with a choked sob. "It hurts."
"Only the first time," I grunted, pulling my shaft free. It glistened in the dimmed lights, coated with the blood of her virginity. I swiped my thumb over my tip, bringing it to my lips. "I'm the only man who gets to taste this."
"Don't," she cried out, outraged. But I was going to enjoy this fully.
My lips wrapped around my thumb, sucking her innocence off. "Blood and sugar."
My tongue swept the rest away, and then I positioned myself at her entrance again. I drove forward and Chiara's back arched, a choked gasp escaping her lips. The head of my cock pushed past her tight entrance, her inner walls clamping down around me like a hot, velvet fist. I paused, giving her a moment to adjust to the intrusion, to the sheer size of me.
"Relax," I murmured, my voice a low rumble. "Let me in. All of me."
She let out a shaky breath, her body slowly unwinding. I took that as my cue and sank deeper, burying myself to the hilt in one smooth, relentless glide. Chiara cried out, a raw, primal sound that went straight to my cock.
I pulled back, almost withdrawing completely, before I drove forward again, harder this time. I set a punishing rhythm, each thrust forcing a gasp from her lips, her body rocking with the force of my movements. Her nails dug into my shoulders, scoring my skin, but I barely registered the pain. All I could focus on was the feeling of her, hot and slick and impossibly tight around me, the sound of our bodies coming together in a wet, rhythmic slap.
"Leo," she gasped, her head thrown back, her blonde hair a tangled mess on the black sheets. "Leo, please..."
