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“Jesus Christ, you take me so fucking well.”

Tears stream down my face, but he looks at me as if I am fascinating, motivating me to bring him to his knees.

At some point, his grip loosens, and he gives me more leeway. I don’t make the same mistake again as I suck on his crown, nibbling along his length that I don’t even exaggerate—it’s longer than my face.

The sounds of pleasure rumbling in his throat direct me and coupled with his words of encouragement, I continue, giving him my first blow job. Anotherfirst.

I always thought it degrading, but this week, I realized I knew nothing about sex. It’s a powerful tool. I am on my knees for him, but he’s the one at my will.

“Fuck, you look so beautiful, mouth full of my cock, lipstick smeared and mascara running.”

I pin him with an annoyed look.

A lopsided grin arches the corners of his mouth. “Messy, greedy, sexual. That’s you, Luciana. Now I have to fuck that pretty mouth daily. You’re so good at this.”

I try to take more of him. His praise only makes me want to swallow all of him.

He guides me with his hand at the back of my head. “Fuuuck, amore. Fucking hell, you’re killing me.”

At least I kill him in one way, I think as he slips in my throat, past my gag reflex I try to breathe through my nose, but it’s like he’s ruining my esophagus.

Glancing up at him, he’s lost in pleasure, eyes dilated and jaw tight, breathing heavily. I might look like a mess, but he’s no different.

I take another full breath before I deepthroat him again and again, delirious to please him, and getting more desperatefor my own release. I never thought sucking him would make me so wanton. My core throbs, and I clench my thighs just to ease the pressure a bit.

He fists my hair and pulls out, slapping his cock against my mouth. “Open wide. I am coming.”

“Was that a request?” I ask, catching my breath.

“Take my cum, Luciana, and say thank you.”

I am about to give him a piece of my mind when he thrusts his cock back into my mouth, erupting. He fills my mouth with a sticky liquid, and I swallow it on instinct.

“Good girl. Don’t waste a drop. You’ve worked my cock well enough to deserve my cum.”

I glare at him. “So gracious, sir. Thank you. You’re truly a selfless soul,” my deceptively sweet voice rings with sarcasm and his chest rocks with laughter.

One moment I want to kill him for his arrogance, and the next, I want to beg him to fuck me.

Swiping his thumb across my chin and lips, he feeds me the rest of his release. I lick his finger clean, gravitating in his orbit with no way to escape. There are forces I can’t control nor manipulate—out of my power.

He pulls me to his lap, kissing me with so much passion I openly welcome the madness. The only way with him is to fall, hard and deep—irrevocably.

With a minimum recovery period, he bunches my dress up and just pushes inside of me, filling me to the brim. I gasp in half a moan, half a whine. He’s that freaking big and as he letsme adjust to his size, which I think will always be the case, he strokes down my back.

“You’ll pay for reconstructing my pussy after it takes your monster cock,” I pant.

He smiles in my neck, nibbling along the sensitive skin.

“Your pussy does what it’s supposed to do, stretch to its limits to take me. I take pride in fucking this pussy to my cock’s shape.” But then he tips my chin up, his eyes boring into mine. Something soft crosses his face and he brushes his knuckles along my cheek. “Am I hurting you?”

He does in more ways than one, but physically not so. “You’re big, but it feels so good. I like that bite of pain. It makes me think you have all the control and I have no other choice but to take you.”

“You were made for me, amore mio.”

I am afraid I am.

He slips the straps of my dress off my shoulders, exposing my breasts and kisses along my neck, flooding me with pleasure so that the pain is more of a distant echo. When he reaches my nipples, he showers them with attention, sucking, nibbling, biting them. He uses his fingers to twist, tug, and caress. I am lost, far gone in ecstasy.