Elsa
On the yacht, Eclisse, Marcello leads me directly to the master bedroom which is dotted with scented candles and roses everywhere. This is so sweet it makes me want to cry.
“This is so beautiful, Marcello. I love it,” I say, choking back tears.
“I hoped you would like it,” he says.
“Thank you,” I murmur, sucking in a breath to calm down so that I don’t end up crying.
Marcello swallows audibly, then says, “Turn around.”
I present him with my back, and he wastes no time before taking the two panels of the dress and pulling hard. Buttons fly to the ground as the expensive silk parts like gauze. He pushes the fabric off my shoulders, down over my hips, and lets it fall to my feet.
He hisses through his teeth. “Naked beneath your gown. Sei la mia puttanella, no?”
Even a thong left panty lines, so I’d gone commando all night. “No, I’m a good girl,” I say, covering my breasts with one hand and my mound with the other.
He pushes his hips against my ass and lets me feel the erection through his trousers. “You might be a good girl now, but you will soon be a dirty, filthy girl for me.” He knocks my hands out of the way and walks around to my front. “No, don’t hide yourself. Let me see you.”
I slowly let my hands fall and his eyes rake over me, inspecting me. He drags a fingertip over the peak of my breast and I arch toward him, unable to help myself. The corners of his mouth curl upward. “See? You are eager for it. A dirty girl who wants to get fucked.”
My mouth is dry with wanting, but I say, “No, I’m not dirty. I saved myself.”
His fingers trail down my stomach, over my mostly bare mound, and into my slit. He hums in his throat. “Look at you . . . just as I thought. Dripping for me. Get on the bed. Let’s fill that needy pussy with its first cock.”
Jesus, okay. He is going to make me come with his words alone. When Marcello decided to play with me, he drove the game to better places, heights I never could imagine.
My body on fire, I climb onto the bed and lay down. He is still fully dressed, his tailored black suit absolute perfection, and I run my eyes over him greedily. I have been admiring him all night, his white shirt showing off the olive skin of his throat, the black tie hanging down his powerful chest and flat stomach. And he is mine.
While staring at my pussy, he shucks his suit coat and unbuckles his belt. The outline of his cock evident in his trousers, proof of how much he likes what we were doing. I pull my legs together, shielding myself.
He growls. “Widen them. Let me see what belongs to me.” I tentatively spread my thighs, but not enough for his liking. “More. Show me where you need me.”
When I am fully open, he unfastens his trousers and lowers the zipper. Then he reaches inside his briefs and takes out his dick, now harder than I have ever seen it. The size of it is fucking impressive and my intake of breath is one hundred percent real.
“No, it’s too big,” I whine. “You’re going to rip me in half.”
He gives himself a rough stroke. “You can take me. You’re going to take all of me and love every second of it.”
Dropping to his knees, he settles between my thighs, spreading me wider to make room for him. I keep my hands at my side, a sacrifice for his pleasure. “That’s it,” he praises, sliding his palms over my skin toward my hips. “Relax, my sweet girl, and let your husband take care of you.”
He breathes and starts making promises of how he is going to fuck me till I can’t remember my name, while strumming his thumb over my clit. It is obscene how wet I am now, my body aching everywhere as the tension builds inside me. “Please,” I breath, forgetting what we are doing.
His face is taut and flushes, eyes wild, as he reaches to line himself up at my entrance. His trousers and briefs rest around his hips, his shirt and tie still on, and I have never wanted him more. I tense, clenching my pussy to give resistance as he works the head inside. “Relax,” he croons. “Let me in. It’s going to feel so good.”
“Okay, signore. I’ll try.” I give a little huff of air and squirm as he slides in a bit more. “Is it in yet?”
“No, baby. Just a little bit more. I’m going to need to thrust soon, though. You’re so tight.”
“Will I really be yours after it’s done?”
His hips jerk, sending him deeper, and we both gasped. “Sì, you will be mine. Always.”
Forever.
“It feels strange,” I say, putting a good amount of wonder in my voice. “Way down deep inside me.”
“That is my cock, saying hello to your pussy. We are going to make each other very happy in a moment.”
Inch by inch he stretches me, the invasion so slow, just as if I were still innocent. He is being careful with me and it plays into the fantasy, making me hot. I am naked on the bed, and everything around us-including me-belongs to him.
“Yes,” he says, “that is nice, you squeezing me so tight. Do you like the way I feel inside you?”
“I don’t know yet. I feel so full.”
He watches where our bodies are becoming joined. “Look at your beautiful pussy, so wet and ready, sucking me in. Take all of me, like a good girl. I’m going to make this so perfect for you, dolcezza.”
He keeps going and the pinch I experience when he bottoms out is not faked. Marcello is a lot to take. I loved it, though. My man is not easy, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.
“Ow.” I try to shove him off me. “It hurts.”
“No, just relax.” He leans down and kisses me, though I try to resist. Undeterred, he holds my jaw and keeps at it until I begin kissing him back, my body softening beneath him. “Oh, my sweet girl,” he murmured. “Va bene, no?”
I nod and put my hands on his shoulders. “It’s a little better.”
“I am going to move now. Let me fuck you and show you how good it will feel.” He flexes his hips, withdrawing slightly before returning, the thick length dragging over my sensitive walls.
“Oh,” I say, making my eyes round. “I liked that. Will you do it again?”
“Madre di Dio!” he hisses, his eyelids slamming shut as if he were in pain. “Fuck, Elsa.”
I love driving him wild like this. “Please, Signore. Don’t stop. I’ll be good. Let me feel it just once more.”
That does it.
With a growl, he begins pounding into me, thrusting with his powerful body, planting himself inside me like he is trying to imprint on my soul. His clothes are re rough against my skin and I hold him close, my legs wrapped around his hips. The game is lost in the frenzy, and it becomes the two of us working, with grunts and sighs filling the room. I taste his skin, his lips, writhing beneath him as he pins me down and calls me filthy and dirty, his little slut-all the names I pretend to hate but secretly love.
And when he whispers that he is going to fill me up with his seed and get me pregnant with his child, I come so hard I nearly black out. My back arches as I tremble, my walls convulsing around his cock, and then he is coming too, thick pulses that send warm jets into my body. He throws his head back and shouts, his body sealed tight to mine like he never wants to leave. Like he doesn’t want to waste a single drop, like all his come needs to stay inside my pussy.
Finally, he pulls out and pushed onto his knees. Chest heaving, he pinched the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger. “You are going to unman me if you keep doing this to me, Elsa.”
I laugh and run my bare foot up his thigh, onto his chest. “You love me.”
His expression softens as he captures my leg and holds me close. “I do. Ti amo, mia bella moglie.”
“Same, bello. Did you like your wedding night?”
His hand comes to rest on my abdomen. “I did, very much. I guess it will never be boring with you, at least.”
I leans up to press a quick kiss to his mouth. “I will always be your dirty girl.”
“You liked it when I said I was going to fill you up and give you a baby.”
Fuck yes, I had. “You liked it when I acted like your little virgin wife, seeing a cock for the first time.”
He cups my breast and squeezes gently. “I never believed this would turn me on so much.” He pinches my nipple.
The pain spreads throughout my body, followed by a rush of endorphins that make my clit pound. “I like that,” I murmur.
“I can tell.” He does it again. “I will buy you nipple clamps.”
He pinches me harder this time and I yelp. Heat radiates behind the pain when he lets go. “Stop turning me on,” I tell him, slapping at his hand.
He chuckles but doesn’t stop.
My chest swells, and I run my fingers through his soft hair.
He quickly repositions his body between my legs, his mouth moving toward my mound. “Let me taste you now, baby.”