There are two men in my life. One is carefree and gentle. Rici, the man who makes beautiful love to me. The other one is the man who fucks me like he hates me. My body is his. He takes what he wants, how he wants, and it’s so fucking hot, I can’t stand it.
Enrico Ferrara is here in all his glory tonight, and anticipation is thumping hard through my body.
He takes his suit jacket off and throws it to the side. He loosens his tie with a sharp snap, and he tears it off. With his eyes locked on mine, he unzips his suit pants and takes his cock out. He gives it a slow stroke, and my insides clench hard.
“Apri la bocca,” he says.
My legs open wider, knees scratching on the carpet.
“Sto per scoparti la bocca.”
He kicks off his shoes and drops his pants. I’m blessed with this sight of his huge cock at eye level. Thick veins course down its engorged length as it hangs heavily between his legs. Pre-ejaculate drips from its end as it searches for swollen wet flesh.
My eyes close, and I hold my breath. He walks around me, sizing me up. Working out how he wants to fuck me.
“Succhia il mio cazzo.”
“Translate,” I whisper. “I don’t understand you.”
He grabs a handful of my hair and tugs my head back sharply so our eyes meet. “Then learn, because I only fuck in Italian.”
“Yes,” I pant up at him as the grip on my hair becomes painful.
His dark eyes hold mine, and he aggressively jerks my head again. “I said… suck my fucking cock.”
My insides melt and my body screams to be dominated.
God, I love him like this.
I lean forward and take him deep down my throat. He hisses in approval and tenderly pushes the hair back from my forehead as he watches me. I gag, struggling to take him.
“All of it,” he commands. “Take me whole.”
He pushes himself deeper, and I instantly gag again. He smiles darkly. The bastard is loving watching me struggle with his size.
I close my eyes to calm myself, and we get into a rhythm. He grabs my hair in his hands and begins to ride my mouth, and I watch him begin to come undone. With every pump, there’s something a little more animal in his eyes.
He’s turning me inside out.
“Up,” he commands as he pulls me from the floor. “In ginocchio.”
I stare at him, desperately wishing I knew what he wanted.
“On your hands and knees on the bed.”
I motion to undo my bra, and he holds his hand up for me to stop. “Leave them on.”
I hesitate for a beat, and then get onto the bed on my knees.
“Drop to your elbows.”
I drop to my elbows.
“Legs wider apart.”
I shuffle my legs wider apart, and I drop my head to try and regulate my breathing.
He circles me on the bed, stopping directly behind me. He rubs his hand over my bare ass and down my thigh, and then over to the other side. I hold my breath. Goosebumps scatter over my skin, and then he gives me a sharp slap.
“Ahh!” I cry. I’m pushed forward into the mattress. He rubs the sting affectionately, and then slaps me hard again. He inhales sharply, and I know he’s nearing the edge of his sanity. What the hell is going on here? His dominance over me has risen another notch. I’ve not seen him like this before.
My body begins to throb, and I can hear my heartbeat in my ears. My knees part farther apart. I just need to be fucked.
Hard.
He pulls me back to the edge of the bed and pushes his cock between my cheeks. He leans forward and takes off my bra. He cups my breasts as his teeth nip at my shoulder. He lifts my hair to one side and latches onto my neck. He sucks as he squeezes one of my nipples hard, and I nearly come.
Holy fucking shit. What kind of sex is this?
I’m panting and dripping wet as he takes full control of my body.
He continues to suck the back of my neck as his hands roam up and over my breasts, his large cock writhing between the cheeks of my behind as the weight of his body forces me farther into the mattress.
I quiver. I’m going to come. I can’t hold it.
He bends and pulls my G-string to the side. I smile into the mattress, and I feel his breath on my cheeks. He blesses me with a tender kiss.
His tongue reaches out and brushes over my back entrance.
I flinch.
What the fuck?
I try to move but he holds me in place and licks me again.
My eyes close, and I moan against the mattress. Oh, my fucking God.
“Rici,” I whisper.
“Shh.” He breathes into me as his large hand holds me in place. “I want all of you.”
I can see his cock between my legs. It’s dripping and rock hard. He licks me again, and I can feel his whiskers on my behind. He begins to really eat me, and all I can do is screw up the blankets beneath me.
Holy fucking god……what the hell is going on here?
He slowly slides my panties down my legs and takes them off. My heart is racing so fast. What the hell is he going to do to me?
He spreads my legs wider, his tongue really tempting me, and then he slides his thumb deep into my ass at the same time he puts his thick cock into my sex.
My eyes roll back in my head, and I cry out…
In pleasure.
In pain.
In total fucking ecstasy.
My knees buckle, and he slaps me hard with his free hand.
“Stay up,” he barks.
His cock slowly slides out, and my mouth falls open. He slides it back in time with his thumb. He gets harder and faster with both cock and thumb. Then he takes his thumb out and slowly eases himself into its place.
Deep, where no man has gone before.
A claiming. . . my eyes roll back in my head to the sound of his hiss.
I can’t talk.
I can’t hear.
I can only feel him.
Enrico Ferrara, the god.
My god.