Chapter Eight
Elsie gasped as Massimo pulled her against the edge of the sofa. She gripped the edge, but then his lips delved between her thighs as he began to lick her pussy.
This had started out as a game of tickles but had soon turned into something more sexy, more demanding, more … intense.
He flicked his tongue across her clit, and Elsie couldn’t help but close her eyes. The sensations were so intense as he worked her pussy, creating a fever pitch within her. She didn’t want him to stop.
Massimo would not be told what to do, not even by her as he suddenly moved down her body, going toward her entrance. Sinking her teeth against her bottom lip, she tried to control her screams.
“Look at me,” Massimo said.
His voice sounded so gruff, and as she opened her eyes, she stared down at him and watched.
“You have such a pretty cunt, and what I love about it is I’m the only man you’ve ever had.”
She gasped as he plunged two fingers inside her. They were nowhere near the size of his cock, but she felt him start to stretch her out, preparing her to take his cock. His tongue went back to her clit, and with his other hand, he reached up and began to squeeze her tit.
Elsie felt the instant pleasure and she couldn’t help but rub herself against his face, trying to seek that pleasure point that would finally take her over the edge and into a bliss unlike anything she had ever known.
“Please,” she said.
“Do you love me?” Massimo asked, mumbling the words against her pussy.
“Yes.”
“Do you want my cock?”
“Yes,” she said.
“Good.”
She hoped he would speed up but instead, Massimo was not to be rushed as he took his sweet time. He teased her clit, his touch so light it was like she wasn’t even being touched in the first place. She tried to thrust up against him, but he stopped thrusting his fingers inside her as well as teasing her breasts, to suddenly hold her in place. She loved and hated this as she couldn’t stop him from teasing her, taking her to new heights.
Massimo was in control, just like always. And she loved it when he held her down.
He tortured her with his tongue, making her wait, and then building her up until she couldn’t stand it anymore. He was the one who could give her the pleasure. She knew he was doing this on purpose, driving her crazy. Elsie tried to not beg, but it became impossible not to do.
“Please, Massimo,” she said. “Please.”
“What, baby?” he asked. He was never too far from her pussy as he spoke to her. She felt his breath fan across her oversensitive flesh.
She knew exactly what he wanted from her. Sinking her teeth into her bottom lip, she didn’t know what to say or do.
“Tell me what you want, babe,” he said.
He looked up at her and now he had stopped touching her pussy completely, and she wanted to come. The moment she did, she’d get to feel the stiffness of his dick.
“Make me come,” she said.
Massimo gave her that wicked smile of his, and her heart quickened. He knew exactly what he was doing to her, and as he began to flick his tongue back and forth across her pussy, she felt her orgasm instantly start to build.
She didn’t know if she should trust him, as he’d done this to her many times before when she began to reach orgasm, he’d keep it just out of her reach. This time was different.
He thrust her over the edge, and his name spilled from her lips with a cry as she came. There was no control as she quivered beneath the onslaught of his tongue. The pleasure was intense, and she didn’t think she could stand anymore, but Massimo knew how to work her body. He pressed her higher and higher, and when she truly couldn’t take anymore, he stopped. Bringing her down slowly, he began to stroke his tongue back and forth across her clit, until he stopped. Only, he wasn’t done there.
Elsie let out a cry as he pulled her down onto the floor. She let out a giggle, and he smiled right along with her.
“You’re fucking beautiful,” he said, taking possession of her lips.
She tasted herself and wrapped her arms around his neck as he began to move her into position. The hard ridge of his cock pressed against her core, and she moaned his name as he rubbed the tip against her clit. He didn’t stop there as he bumped and nudged her nub. She was still so sensitive that she wasn’t quite prepared for it.
He growled against her lips, and then she felt him move down, sliding every inch of his length within her. Massimo was so long, so thick, and so wide. She felt every inch as he sunk deep inside her pussy.
“Fuck, you feel beautiful,” he said.
She stared up into his eyes as he pulled out, only to fill her once again.
He did this multiple times, with his hands pressed either side of her head. She thrust up to meet each stroke, feeling him hit a spot inside her so deep to the point of being painful. She still took every single inch of him.
“Please,” she said.
“That’s it, baby,” he said. “Let me fuck you.”
Elsie stared up at him, giving herself and her body over to him.
She couldn’t believe she had tried to run, rather than fight. This was the man of her dreams. The moment he walked into the café, she knew he was going to be trouble. What she didn’t realize was he’d be trouble for her heart.
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Massimo stared into her eyes, and he knew she was once against all his. Elsie stared back at him, and there was a glint in the dark brown depths. Something he couldn’t quite put his finger on but he knew was there.
He felt the tightness of her cunt as she wrapped around him, and he continued to drive inside her. Glancing down at where they were joined, he watched his slick cock fill her pussy. Their arousal coating his dick.
He’d already fucked her twice today. Before they left this cabin, he wanted to make her pregnant, to fill her with his seed as another way of keeping her. He didn’t want to give her a single chance to run away.
Elsie belonged to him, and he wasn’t ashamed to admit how desperate he was to keep her. He knew if his father was alive, he’d warn him that no woman should interfere with a man’s ability to have control. He and his father were completely different. While Massimo loved his wife, his father hadn’t loved his. His parents’ marriage had been an arranged one, and there had been no love lost between the two.
Massimo had never intended to find love. He’d stumbled upon it. With a cute, reserved, but sweet waitress, who had no interest in him to begin with. She didn’t want to lose her job by getting involved with customers. The only problem was, he was not willing to take no for an answer. Especially as she might not have shown him interest, but he’d seen glimpses of a few stolen looks. Also, he loved how she’d not felt comfortable with his wealth.
There was not any one thing he’d enjoyed about her. He’d fucking loved it all. The fact she didn’t accept his lavish gifts. Their dates had been cheap and yet everything. She asked him about his day, but not about work. She wanted to know if he had a good day or a bad day, how he’d been feeling.
She’d been the first person who had insisted on taking care of him when he got sick. Massimo rarely got sick, but there had been some kind of bug going around, and as Romero would often say, he was too stubborn for his own good. He’d insisted on going on his date. When he got to Elsie’s apartment, she’d taken one look at him and told him he looked like crap. By this time, he’d done a full day’s work, which hadn’t been limited to killing someone, and he’d been sweating profusely. He’d also felt a little sick. He’d vomited on Elsie’s carpet right in front of her.
They hadn’t even had sex at this point. Massimo didn’t know what happened until he woke up. He’d collapsed, and Elsie had told him she struggled to get him to the bed, where he’d been for several days, much to his brother’s annoyance, as Romero had been terrified that someone had kidnapped him or killed him. Instead, a woman had taken care of him.
She’d bathed him, given him medicine, and fed him. She cleaned up after him, and for the first time in his life, he got to experience what it felt like to be looked after without someone expecting a paycheck. Elsie hadn’t expected anything. She’d insisted on taking his temperature and asked for him to see a doctor.
Maybe that was when Massimo had known he was going to marry this woman. She’d gone from being a placid woman, to very bossy when it came to his health.
Of course, he’d seen a doctor, who had been irritated that he’d not been called. Elsie didn’t trust anyone, and seeing as she knew who he was and what he did, she’d not been willing to risk putting him in danger. Massimo had asked her about it later. Elsie had said she didn’t know if there were other gangs or people like him who would see it as a moment of weakness. If his illness had gotten worse, she’d have taken him to the hospital. It was after that moment, he gave her Romero’s number and introduced the two. His brother had been hesitant at first, until Elsie won him over by just being herself.
Massimo was pulled out of his thoughts by Elsie cupping his face.
“What is it?” she asked.
He hadn’t even realized he stopped fucking her and instead was staring into her eyes.
“I just realized how much I love you,” he said.
This made her smile. “You have only just realized it?”
“I knew it before, but now I know you’re one of a kind.”
He kissed her hard, and then with his cock still hard, he didn’t hold back and claimed her, hard, fast, watching her as she took everything he gave her and moaned his name as she did. He loved the sounds she made. So honest, so fucking sexy, as he drove balls-deep inside her again and again.
His orgasm was so close, and this time he didn’t hold back and went straight to the hilt and over the edge, flooding her pussy as he did so. She whimpered his name, and he wrapped his arms around her, holding onto her.
Seconds passed, or minutes, Massimo didn’t know. Time with Elsie never seemed to matter to him. He rarely watched the clock when he was with her.
Pulling away, he stared into her eyes.
“Where did you go?” she asked.
“I was thinking about that date,” he said.
“Which one?”
“The one where I made your life incredibly difficult by throwing up everywhere.”
She began to chuckle.
“Do you remember?”
“Yeah, I remember. I was so scared. I didn’t know if I should call a doctor or take you to the hospital. I didn’t want you to die on me, and it was the hardest few days of my life. You were so out of it.”
“I refused to be sick.”
She laughed. “You know, that makes a whole lot of sense. I don’t know if I should be offended that while you’re having sex with me, you were thinking about being sick.”
“I stared into your eyes, and I knew that day, you and I weren’t going to be a quick fling. You belong to me, just as I belong to you.”
“Always?” Elsie asked.
“Yes, always, there is no end to us, and I hope the Isabellas of this world do not change your mind.”
“They won’t,” Elsie said. “I won’t allow them the power to become between us.”
“All I had to do was kidnap you to do it.”