KATALINA
It hurts.
He was big, and each thrust felt like he was reaching for my throat.
Unlike last night, the moment he slid into me, he started thrusting at a fast pace, giving me no chance to adjust to the tightness.
And It hurt badly.
“Daddy please, It hurts. Please, slow down.” I whimpered with a grimace.
“Relax, kitty. Relax. It will get better.” Huracio grunted. “You will like it.” His husky voice whispered into my ears.
His eyes were dark and stern. His mouth was pursed with his lips pouted in concentration. He was thrusting me so fast that I almost couldn’t breathe.
“Huracio, argh.” I felt a tearing and hot pain shot up my spine, making me scream. I couldn’t hold it in anymore. The pain was sharp and felt like I was being repeatedly stabbed, completely suppressing tge euphoric pleasure that kept trying to surge.
He stopped and finally looked at me.
“Kitty,” he huffed in gasps.
He then slowly lifted me and removed his cock. I stood up on shaking legs. I wiped my pussy with my hands, expecting to see blood, but there was nothing like that. But I was sure something tore.
Huracio opened the compartment of the trolley and brought out a white inhaler tub with no label. He uncapped it, rolled it out, and slipped it into my nostrils.
“Sniff it. Take a deep breath.”
It was so sudden that I wanted to withdraw, but he grabbed me and repeated his words.
I followed his instructions and sniffed deeply.
“Again!” He ordered, and I took a deeper breath, dragging in the minty scent of the inhaler.
“Good girl.”
He removed the inhaler and dragged me into his hands.
“What was that?” I asked.
Just as he was about to reply, my head started swelling and I felt dizzy. Panicked, I held tightly to him, closed my eyes, and tried to control myself. Right after that dizzy spell, I felt a wave of freshness. It was like I was soaking in warm water. My muscles relaxed and I felt as light as a feather. It was so soothing that I moaned.
“It feels good, right?”
“Yes, Daddy. I feel so good.” I replied. “What did you give me, Daddy?” I asked, knowing that these strange sensations didn’t come out of nowhere.
“Something for the pain.”
He unzipped my dress as he spoke. When he was done, he slid the only shoulder strip off my shoulder and I wiggled until the dress fell off, pooling around my feet.
“Now, go on your knees.”
I stepped out of the dress pool and did as instructed. Having never done this before, I felt very curious.
How is it going to feel? I had read so much about sex even as a virgin and according to several articles, doggy makes it easy to get pregnant as it helps the pussy trap all the sperm, wasting nothing.
True to Huracio’s words, there was pain, but it was negligible. By the time he thrusted for a bit, the pain was non-existent.
When Huracio started thrusting, I finally knew the reason why it was everyone’s favorite. His cock went in so deep, hitting a sensitive spot I didn’t know I had. I had experienced clitoris massage and nipple kneading. But nothing I had felt so far could compare with the sense-numbing shock that buzzed through my body each time he went all in.
I have no idea how long we spent fucking, but by the time we were done, I was totally worn out. If not for painkillers, I wouldn’t even be able to get out of that chair.
We took a shower and I was taken to a room where I slept for like two hours. By the time I woke up, it was dark outside, and time for dinner. After another shower, Huracio presented me with another dress and we had an elaborate dinner. When we were done, it was time for a night stroll.
Milan is beautiful at any time of the day, but its nights are spectacular. Huge cathedrals were artistically lit in such a way that they looked ethereal and out of this world. There were fountains with intricate lighting designs and lots of historical statues.
Just as I was getting carried away with all these, Huracio took me back to the hotel. We went to the rooftop where the copter from this morning was waiting.
I was reluctant to leave, but I entered the copter.
To my shock and delight, we didn’t leave Milan immediately. The copter carried us around the city. The aerial view was out of this world. I brought my phone out and took several shots. This ride was an awesome experience and something I will not forget for the rest of my life. It was just too beautiful.
After flying over the city four times, the copter finally headed back for Lingua.
When we got back, it was almost midnight, but more energetic than daytime. Lots of tourists were by the beach, and some were eating at the restaurants. It was as if time was reversed in this resort.
Instead of returning to the room directly, we took a stroll on the beach, enjoying the cool and fresh breeze.
Returning to the room around midnight, I was shocked to see that the decorations from last night had been restored.
The flowers on the postal bed curtains were still blue, but now, they were surrounded by tiny light bulbs with different colors. Some of the colors were blinking, while others were turning on and off intermittently.
The flower arrangements tagged to the curtains smelled fresh, and the window curtains were also arranged into two cute ribbons with flowers on them. There were lots of dandelions and roses of all colors.
The most magnificent of them all was the petal arrangement on the bed. It was a perfect circle made of white rose petals. In the middle of it was Love, shaped with red rose petals. In the middle of the Love shape was a 10-inch, three tiers, golden cake, carved into the shape of a watch tower. The middle cake had an edible flyer wrapped around it. It read ‘Happy married life.’
The red rose petals stood in sharp contrast against the white background of the bedding, making it eye-catching. The golden tower cake was magnificent, and just looking at how my imagination came to life was the most awesome thing in this world. When I was begging him to recreate this moment again, I didn’t really mean it. I just said it casually, never dwelled on it, never expected him to act on my words.