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Truth—I’m scared…this isn’t college-boy territory.
“Nine inches,” he murmurs, his chuckle dark and knowing. His hand slides across my jaw, slow and deliberate.
“Don’t worry,piccola.That sweet little fica’s gonna beg for me before I’m done with you.”
His thumb brushes my lower lip, lingering for a beat, before trailing down my stomach, teasing, testing.
I shiver, a jolt of heat shooting straight to my core.
And then he stops.
Just… stops.
A cruel smirk. “What’s wrong? You wanted dangerous.”
A sharp pulse of frustration lances through me. I reach for his cock, but he grabs my wrist, pushing it back to the bed.
“Not yet.” His breath against my throat. “Not until I decide.”
Heat flashes through me.
“You’re a bastard, aren’t you?” His laugh ghosts over my skin.
“And you’re still in my bed.”
His mouth finds mine again, slower this time—a punishment and a promise. When he finally gives in, it’s too much and not enough. Every drag of his body against mine is deliberate torture—his thickness teasing my opening, pressing and writhing against my clit, keeping me on the edge until I’m soaked and trembling.
“Alessa…I don’t just want to feel you—I want to own every trembling inch of you—ruin you for anyone else.”
He leans down, his hands gripping my thighs and spreading me wide, giving him the perfect view. Dom’s fingers drag along my pussy—squelching, teasing, and circling my entrance.
I shiver, tightening in anticipation as his touch grows firmer, coaxing me open just enough to prepare me for what’s coming. He pumps his middle finger in my center, causing my pussy to contract around him. My breathy mewls echo off the walls.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he mutters, his voice rough, sending a thrill through me. His thumb presses against my clit, rubbing in slow, torturous circles, pulling desperate moans from me as I push my hips toward him, trying to take more.
He slides a second finger in—working me— the pressure making me gasp. Every move measured. He pulls his fingers free, giving me a moment to breathe before he hovers above me, his thick length pressing against me. “No more waiting.” His voice scrapes low—gritted, breathless.
He leans down, his hands gripping my thighs and spreading me wide, giving him the perfect view. Dom’s fingers drag along my pussy—squelching, teasing, and circling my entrance. I shiver, tightening in anticipation as his touch grows firmer, coaxing me open just enough to prepare me for what’s coming. He pumps his middle finger in my center, causing my pussy to contract around him.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he mutters, his voice rough, sending a thrill through me. His thumb presses against my clit, rubbing in slow, torturous circles, pulling desperate moans from me as I push my hips toward him, trying to take more.
He slides in a second finger—working me— the pressure making me gasp. Every move measured. He pulls his fingers free, giving me a moment to breathe before he hovers above me, his thick length pressing against me. “No more waiting.” His voice scrapes low—gritted, breathless.
Dom suddenly flips me over like I don’t weigh anything…like thick thighs and soft curves are exactly what he wants. He doesn’t hide his appreciation—digging his fingers into my hips, hands gliding over the full curve of my ass—fingers spread wide, claiming every inch like I’m his to worship.
“Keep that pretty ass up for me,piccola.Just like that.” He smacks, feeling how I jiggle under his touch.
I barely have time to adjust before the head of his cock is against my entrance—his thumb brushing over the sensitive spot of my ass, just enough to make my pulse spike.
“Wait... not yet,” I plead, my voice barely a whisper, trembling with want but laced with hesitation. His hands slide over the swell of my ass, thumbs spreading me open just enough to watch me twitch under his touch.
“Fuck, look at you.” Dom groans as his hands grip my waist, pulling my fiery core against him. He pops just the tip inside, making me whimper with need, then pulls back again and again…leaving me aching, desperate for him to take me fully. His control snaps, and then he’s everywhere—wrecking me, owning me. Like he’s been starving for this, for me.
His thrusts make me cry out, my body stretching painfully around his cock as he drives into me without mercy. Forcing me to take all of him—like he’s branding every inch of me.
“This tight pussy’s everything,piccola” He grips my hair, yanking my head back, exposing my throat, scraping his teeth on my neck before sinking in. “This what you want?”
“Yes, Dom,” I pant, unable to hold it in, my body betraying me as I grow wetter from the delicious sting. He pounds into me at a punishing, deep pace. Each savage thrust hits that perfect spot, stealing my breath. Then, without warning, he flips me back over, and I squeal as his thicklength stretches me wide—my body quivering with each brutal inch as he bottoms out inside me.