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The contrast of his body to mine. The flickering danger in someone my size fucking someone his size. The knowledge that this enormous beast of a man could easily fold me in half and tear my pussy to shreds.

I know he isn’t going to. But that’s the hottest part: knowing he could, feeling that dangerous whisper of possibility humming under my skin, while also being dead certain that Damiano is ultimately able to control himself.

…At least, I fucking hope so.

Every masochistic nerve in my body hears that uncertainty and starts screaming the same fucking thing:

Do your fucking worst.

Break me.

FUCK ME.

“Relax, little nightmare,” he growls.

I whimper when I feel his cock slide another inch into me. My gaze drops between my spread thighs, my mouth open as I watch with rapt attention as my pussy lips spread open and swallow another inch of him.

“Your pretty cunt is taking my cock so well, baby,” he groans, his muscles rippling. “This greedy pussy wants this fat cock, doesn’t it? It wants me to fucking pound into it. It wants me to stretch it open until mine is the only cock that will satisfy it. It wants me to fucking wreck it, doesn’t it?”

A guttural moan tumbles from my mouth as I nod eagerly, my jaw slack and my brow furrowed. I just keep staring down to where his huge cock is slowly disappearing into me, spreading my lips wide as he slides deeper and deeper.

My breath catches suddenly when I feel myself stretch even more, and my hand flies to his abs, pressing to his skin.

“Dame—”

“You can do it,” he rasps, his eyes glinting with black fire. “Open up for me, baby. Show me how well you can take my fucking cock. Show me how my greedy fuck-toy takes my dick. Show me what a good cock slut you can be for me, wife.”

My inner walls relax and give way. A flood of heat pools in my core, and suddenly, Damiano is sliding all the way in.

Sweet. Fucking. GOD.

I swear, I can feel him past my stomach and my lungs. Like he’s in my fucking throat. Sounds I don’t even recognize babble from my lips in a delirious stream of pleasure as he grinds his massive cock deep inside me.

My mouth falls open in a silent scream as he slowly drags his huge dick back out of me.

Then he thrusts back in, and my whole body spasms off the floor.

My shoulders drag against the blood-slicked surface as my spine arches, every muscle locking up for a blinding second before everything gives way again.

My hands fly to him.

His forearms. His hips. His hands as they grip me hard enough to bruise. Anywhere I can reach.

My fingers dig into his skin as another broken sound tears from me, my thighs tightening around him as wild, inhuman sounds of pleasure rattle from my throat.

There’s no control left.

Just trembling limbs, ragged breaths, and the overwhelming sense that every single fucking nerve I have has been stripped bare and plugged directly into him.

He starts to fuck me harder.

Faster.

His cock plunging so deep with every brutal thrust.

He is going to wreck my pussy. He’s going to rip me apart. Leave me torn and battered and never the same again.

But apparently, my sense of self-preservation has left the building, because all I can think is good. The savage, hungry part of me hears those possibilities and answers with a single, breathless fucking DO IT.