Chapter Seven #6
He slides in another long finger. “Fucking gaping.” He tsks with what sounds like abhorrence, and I rock my hips back, wanting more fingers and insults.
But he grips my waist and halts me. His fingers are inside me, but he isn’t doing anything with them. And I can feel his huge cock near my thigh, but I can’t have it. Keeping me all turned on without letting me cross the brink to orgasm is once again torture. A torture he’s enjoying thoroughly.
I whimper. “You’re a dick.” I didn’t intend for it to come out so moany. I can just imagine the corner of his mouth twitching, though, and I like the mental sight too much. It almost takes my breath away.
Another finger gets inside, stretching me to the point of pain.
I can’t take it anymore. I’m starving for his dick, not this damn dildo.
Not his fingers. I can draw the shape of that monster by memory.
Still imagining it inside me if I really concentrate.
I want the real thing, though. I want the national treasure!
“Please,” I force out of my mouth. “Feed me your thick cock.”
“Still hungry?” I can feel the satisfaction pouring out of his words. “I already fed this greedy hole.” He pulls his fingers out only to shove them back in, moving the dildo with them.
I can’t withhold the screaming. “Yes!” comes out as he starts finger-fucking me with rough thrusts.
It’s so good, my brain is melting. It finishes too fast, making me whimper as he yanks the dildo out and tosses it on the floor.
I’m ready to let him hear my deep frustration when I feel the thick tip of his dick pushing inside.
More! He doesn’t give me more. He pushes the heavy cockhead in and then out, stretching the pucker ring over and over. I’m in heaven and hell.
“Listen to the slurping, filthy sounds your hole is making. It’s drooling for it,” he sneers and flicks my dick, making me wince.
“Yes. All of it. Give it to me raw. I—”
He grips my throat and leans his chest against my back, his erection presses on my lower back, his breath hot in my ear. “I don’t take dirty sluts raw,” he snarls with such fury that I freeze under him.
I hear the sound of plastic ripping. Then there’s very little warning before he spears me, filling me to the hilt in one hard push.
I’m taking his cock again. Holy shit. I thought I was prepared after hours of sex.
I wasn’t. The stretch, the burn. The size of him, the heat.
I groan into the bed, my hands trying to find purchase on the sheets.
My hot tears are dripping with pleasure.
I’m panting, taking in the sting, and letting it consume me. So full. He’s in so deep.
He grinds against my ass, opening me further than the toy.
It’s amazing how hot I feel. The slickness of the lube helped him slide in, but the stretch is really too much, the intensity of being so stuffed too overwhelming.
The ring of muscle burns like crazy, and I’m not sure it’ll ever recover at this point—my hole hasn’t stopped stinging since he fucked me the first time.
I clench my ass as an invitation, and Luca pulls back, deliciously dragging his meat through my hole until it almost pulls out.
He thrusts back in instead, the forceful move triggering fireworks inside my head.
I hiss out a breath as he moves, not giving me more than a second to adjust or get away.
He fucks me slowly at first. Then, like he’s just remembered who I am, he releases my throat to grip my hips and slams into me.
I cry out, and he pushes down on my back.
“Fucking take it.” He spits on the curve of my ass and grabs the t-shirt to force me back every time he shoves his dick in.
It feels like he’s dragging my insides out with him every time he moves.
It hurts and, sweet Jesus, it feels so good at the same time.
He then takes a fistful of my hair and pushes my face into the bed again.
He’s fucking me into submission. Harder, faster, he owns my body, using it as he pleases, treating me as though I’m nothing but a means to an end. And I am. We both are.
“Your hole just tightened, it likes to get rammed and spit on.” I feel more saliva dripping down my ass cheek. “Fucking Christ!” he groans with such lust it spurs my hips to move faster.
He pulls so hard on the t-shirt that I feel it tearing.
But I don’t care because he’s battering me so good.
His heavy balls filled with warm jizz are slapping against my taint, I almost wish they could unload it deep inside me.
I squeeze him tighter and bite my lip as he pulls me up, yanking on my hair, adding a level of aggression that makes me smile with satisfaction.
He is cold anger and brutal mercilessness, but I crave his ruthless touch over my skin.
His hand falls hard on my ass. “Fuck my cock, and keep making those dirty sounds.”
“I thought you didn’t like noisy fucks.” The spank that follows my words is more painful; it urges me to move.
He’s holding the t-shirt as I ride him, his other hand lowers and curls around my nape.
He’s so thick, his girth stretches me out every time I drop down on him.
He grips my hip and plows into me in long, hard strokes that shoot electrical zaps down my lower body.
“So big,” I moan as I impale myself again and grind on it, enjoying the way it forces me to make more space for its massive size.
“You sure take it well. Had a lot of practice, eh?”
I keep rolling my hips, running my fingers through my hair to continue giving him a show.
My stomach is bulging from his thrusts. He hisses, giving the t-shirt a hard tug, so hard I hear more tearing.
Then his body stops, and I feel it turning tense.
And before I can ask him what’s wrong, his fingers, like wings of a butterfly, delicately brush my back.
He’s never touched me with such gentleness before.
That’s when I realize I’m not wearing the body chain—I removed it when I took a shower—the long, ugly scars marring my skin are clearly visible.
I’ve been so careful around him. How did this happen?
More tearing until the fabric slides down my arms, and my whole back is bare. Fuck! Shit! Cazzo! I start to move away, but the press of his hand on my lower spine paralyzes me. It feels commanding, nearly suffocating, forcing me to face my reality again.
“Don’t run away from me.” His voice is shaking with bottomless anger.
I never intended to do that. At this point, I don’t think I can.
I squeeze my eyes and wait. For his disgust. His sneers.
His questions to be voiced, but all Luca does is move his hands painfully slow over my whole back, until they take hold of my waist. His dick pulls out and then rams right back inside me.
I fall on the bed as he starts a punishing rhythm, plowing my hole so hard it hurts.
I can barely take it as he keeps hammering his hips against my ass.
Slap. Slap. Slap. Jolts of pleasure are rocketing along my back, and there’s nothing I can do besides lie there and get fucked.
My mind turns blank once again as he gives me exactly what I need.
His control is unraveling, ripping through his cold demeanor, and making a mess of me. This is the hottest fuck of my life. He is a wild beast who’s letting loose on my ass.
“Yeees!” My scream is muffled against the sheets. All I want is to escape into the bliss the wacko is giving me. My angry dick feels like exploding, my balls ache, I want to cum so badly.
“Give it to me harder. Hate-fuck me like you mean it, Scarface!” I taunt him, needing even more from him.
“I’ll do you so hard you’ll stop running that mouth of yours!” His hand finds my throat again, and he starts choking me while his body covers mine.
This is what I crave. Being used, manhandled, pinned down.
I feel so full inside, I’m going to throw up.
For some fucked-up reason it’s all so amazing.
He’s pounding into every inch of me. The feel of his cock, his grunts, the sweat rolling down his body onto my back, the lack of air as he’s tightening his fingers. Oh God, how does he feel so perfect?
He grabs my dick, making me whimper for how sensitive it has become. “Who’s my bitch?” he whispers in my ear, still giving it to me good. “Who?” he growls menacingly, loosening his grip on my neck.
“M-me,” I breathe out, tears running down my face. I feel suddenly weak with relief, free like I’ve never been before. “I’m your bitch.”
“Fuck, yes,” he moans, turning my head to the side to devour my lips.
“Let me cum!” I cry, not caring about him or me, our families, nothing matters but my climax. “You can do anything to me. Whatever you want. Just let me cum.” I can’t think clearly anymore.
He suddenly pulls out and takes off his condom.
“Come here, ass up. Suck on my balls.”
I quickly follow his order. After tossing the torn t-shirt away, I start slurping on those nuts, while he jerks off. Mmm, his intimate scent is so good. Even the acrid, powder smell of the rubber he was using can’t cover it. Musky, rich, deliciously Luca.
“Look at me!” he groans. As soon as I do, he fills my hole with four fingers and starts fucking me with them.
I can’t keep it in anymore, I cry around a mouthful of flesh as I use my hand to massage them as well.
“Fuck! I found a good use for your mouth.” His fingers are thrusting rough and fast inside. The calluses make it even more stimulating. I pull on the hoop around my nipple, remembering how hard he sucked on it.
“You want my cum all over your face and chest, Enzino.” It’s a statement I totally agree with.