Elsa
Still, he doesn’t rush. Marcello is being very careful with me. His hand rocks back and forth, the slick toy tunneling deeper each time. Soon I am meeting his thrusts, needing more than he gives me. I am so close to coming, my thighs shaking. My mouth hangs open, my entire world suspended as what I need remains just slightly out of reach.
Then his hand meet my skin, the toy as deep as it can go.
The fullness. Oh, God. So dirty. I need more.
Suddenly, it is s too much. I come hard, my shout echoing in the room as I buck and rock under his mouth and hands. It is more intense than anything I have ever experienced, my lower half clenching around the toy inside me. I love it.
When the pleasure ebbs, I start to drop my legs. Marcello comes up on his knees and keeps my left leg in the air, still holding the long toy with the other. “Stay,” he says. “I am not done with this ass.”
To prove it, he fucks me with the toy, his mouth glistening with my arousal. His bright gaze follows the movement of the toy, his skin flushes with lust. “Yes, you like this, don’t you? You need a big cock in your ass, no?”
I lick my lips, my chest heaving. How am I so turned on again, immediately after having an orgasm? I whisper, “Only if it’s yours, master.”
Cursing, he removes the toy and tossed it onto the floor. Then he flips me in one motion onto my stomach and pulls me to the edge of the bed, with my legs dangling over the side and onto the floor. He grabs the lube while he steps between my thighs, spreading me wide. “I cannot wait to be inside this tight little hole.”
I hear him slick up his cock then feel the tip of him at my back entrance, circling as he’d done with the toy. Several seconds later the head pops inside. I hiss through my teeth. “You said it wouldn’t hurt.”
He strokes my back, petting me. “That is the worst of it. Relax, baby.”
The burn ebbs and again I am left with fullness. Marcello begins moving then, slowly pressing forward, rocking back and forth, while he reaches between us to stroke my clit. My whole body tingles as he stretches me out. I pant, a light sweat breaking out on my skin, but there is no pain. Just a pressure that I can not tell if I like or not.
“You are being such a good girl,” he praises, smoothing his palm over my buttock. He straightens and grabs my hips with both hands. “Look at you letting me inside. Sucking me in. Madre di Dio, it is the sexiest thing I have ever seen. Do you like it? Do you like taking your master’s cock in your asshole?”
God, his filthy, filthy mouth. When he talks to me like that I could do anything he asked. And he probably knows it.
He drives deeper, making me gasp. “Yes,” I whispered, dragging the word out on a long whine. “I like it very much.”
“My dirty piccola monella.” He gives a real thrust of his hips this time and it drives him all the way in, his hips meeting my asscheeks. “I knew you could do it. There, now doesn’t that feel good?”
It does. Fuck, it really does. I am full of him, my body hyper-sensitive. I nod, unable to speak.
He starts fucking me then, rough slaps of his hips that sound obscene in the quiet space. I can do nothing but lie there and take it, which makes the whole experience even hotter. My nipples scrap against the sheets as he works himself in and out of my body, his grunts mixing with my gasps.
“So tight. You are squeezing me so hard.” He pulls out slowly, leaving in just the head, and then plunges forward once more until he bottoms out. We both groan.
“Tell me who is fucking your ass, Elsa. Tell me who you belong to.”
“You, Marcello.” The words fall from my lips, partly because I know they would drive him wild. And partly because I love this game we play. “Sono la tua puttanella.”
He spanks me, hard. “Play with your clit and make yourself come. Quickly.”
He doesn’t need to tell me twice. My hand shoot between my legs and I circle my clit. Marcello spanks me again and again, his palm raining slaps on my butt cheeks. The heat spreads from my skin through my groin as my fingers work over the taut nub. When he wraps my hair around his fist and pulls, using it to jerk me back onto his cock, riding me, I come so hard, the orgasm deep and intense. I clench around him and he thickens inside me, his hips growing uncoordinated as I hear him suck in air. Then he groans and holds me still, his body jerking slightly as he comes inside me.
When it is over, I can’t move. He seems equally undone, panting and holding onto me like a life raft. He makes no effort to pull away, just leans on my back while remaining buried inside me.
Finally, he kisses my spine and slips out. I wince at the soreness, and he immediately sweeps me up in his arms.
“Let’s clean you up, baby,” he says softly, in a tender tone I love so much to hear him in. One that settles into a permanent place in my heart, marking it as his. What is happening to me? I know better than to develop serious feelings for this man. He is capable of destroying me. Hadn’t he already?
For once, I am incapable of words, so I drop my head onto his shoulder and let him carry me to the bathroom.