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My teeth rake across the shell of her ear as I squeeze her throat, my muscles bunching as I fuck her with the toy harder and faster. The buzzing sound of the vibrations against her clit with every twisted thrust mingle with her throaty whimpers and rattled moans as I bury my mouth in the side of her neck.

Inhaling her scent.

Tasting her skin with my teeth and tongue.

Filling her ears with the raw sounds of my rough breath as I plunge the toy in and out of her greedy, quivering pussy.

I know she needs more. And suddenly, the idea of letting a piece of silicone take the credit feels fucking insulting.

If she’s going to break, it’s going to be because of me.

Bella chokes out a broken, frustrated sound when I slip the toy out of her and toss it on the bed. Her brow furrows and her mouth opens.

That’s when I slide my thumbs into the waist of my running shorts and shove them down to my feet.

Bella’s gaze lands right on my thick, heavy, swollen cock and heat ignites in her eyes as her tongue swipes over her bottom lip.

I wrap a fist around my cock and stroke slowly, pumping my shaft as I stand between her legs. A bead of precum forms at the tip of my cock before it slowly drips and then falls, landing in a shiny little droplet on her stomach.

Fuck, she's so small compared to me. I could wrap my hands around her waist and my fingers would almost touch. I'm almost a little worried that I'll break her. But God help me, part of me wants to see if I can. I want to watch her expression when I’m only halfway in and she realizes how much more of me there is to take. I want to feel her tight cunt stretch around me, inch by thick inch, until the feel of my cock is forever branded on her inner walls.

I want to impale her on my cock.

Stuff her so full that she can feel me in her lungs.

Bounce her off my balls like she's the goddamn toy.

I drag the head of my cock through the droplet on her stomach, smearing it over her skin.

“Relax, little nightmare,” I murmur darkly as I drag my swollen head between her slippery lips and center it at her opening. "You're gonna need it."

I drive into her in one brutal thrust, burying every fucking inch of myself deep inside her.

A ragged, choked sound rips from her throat as Bella’s back arches clean off the mattress. Her eyes roll back in her skull, her mouth wide open as every muscle in her body clenches at once. Her knees slam tight around my hips, her toes curl in the air, and her sweet pussy clamps down on me so hard that I groan.

She's trembling as her hands blindly claw and reach for me, desperate to hold onto anything.

Someone hasn’t realized how little fucking control they’re about to have.

I catch her wrists tightly, making her whimper and whine as I shove them above her head. The same little black lacy panties that she flicked at me downstairs are lying on the duvet.

She was trying to get a reaction out of me downstairs?

Here it is.

Bella moans as I bind her wrists with her own panties, the lace ripping slightly when I loop it over a curl of the ironwork headboard. Our gazes clash as I drag my hands down her arms and over her breasts, not without catching those metal barbells in my fingers and twisting viciously.

She cries out, her back arching again as her pussy tightens and ripples up and down my thick length. She struggles against the lace binding her wrists and keeping her arms pinned over her head.

Her eyes snap to mine, a gorgeous swirl of fury and desperation igniting in them as her pussy drips all over me.

"Damiano…"

"Shhh, little nightmare,” I murmur. I brush my knuckles over her breast again, then tease them down her ribs and over the soft skin of her stomach.

I wrap my hands around her waist.

And yes, my fingers touch.