Chapter 44
MASSIMO
I don’t know how I’m going to last much longer. My cock is so fucking hard that I’m almost afraid I’m going to blow the second I get inside her. Seeing her like this, the taste of her in my mouth, her cum soaking my face, it’s so fucking perfect.
I have to give her time though. I need to make sure that she’s ready for the next part. If not, we’ll improvise, but a large part of me is hoping she’ll be alright. I want to feel her come around me this time. Soaking me as I fill her full.
It takes another moment, but she finally lifts her head and gives me a lazy smile. “Fuck, I missed that,” she gasps out, her voice husky from her screams. “And I really want to do that again.”
Thank fuck.
“Are you ready for me to be inside you, Lucy?” I ask her. I’m careful to not let my cock touch her. I don’t want her to feel pressured.
She nods, excitement burning again in her eyes. “Yes, Massimo. Just, go slow at first, please?”
“Of course, cerbiatta. You will tell me if you start to hurt or feel uncomfortable.” It’s a statement, not a question.
“I promise.”
My body trembles with excitement as I adjust her into position, before I gently rub my cock along her ass, and through her wet folds.
I have to clamp down on my control at the slick feel of her, but I want her ready.
I want her needing me. I move the head of my cock up to her clit, bumping and rubbing it, making her gasp in surprise, her body arching into the sensation instantly.
I ease back, not sure how much of that I can take.
I press the head of my cock to her opening, waiting a moment in case she wants me to stop.
She pushes back, and that’s all I need to know.
I ease inside her, taking my time, careful to watch her expression in the mirror for any sign of discomfort or pain.
Her breathing picks up, but she doesn’t stop me, her eyes holding mine in the reflection, trust and need clear.
I ease out and then back in, going deeper with each thrust, cautious and in control.
I still when she lets out a small hiss, eyes searching hers.
I see the discomfort there now. I ease back instantly.
“No, wait,” she gasps. “Just, hold on.” I don’t move waiting.
And it’s fucking torture, but I force it all out of my mind, only focused on her.
“Talk to me, Lucy.”
“It hurt a little bit,” she admits. “But I don’t want to stop. I want to keep trying. Please.”
“Lucy…”
“No, please, Massimo,” she pleads. “Keep going, just like you were doing. Just a little farther.” I have to trust that she’s telling me the truth, and I do as asked, my gaze hyper focused on her.
I see the discomfort again, but then it eases when I go a little farther.
We keep up this slow, steady pace, testing, adjusting slightly until I’m finally fully inside her.
Holy fuck, she’s fucking perfection.
“Talk to me, Lucy.”
“It feels weird, full, but good. There’s a small amount of discomfort, but not bad.
More like muscles relearning what it feels like.
” She takes a deep breath. “Can you try going out and all the way back in? Please?” I do as she asks, sweat dripping at the control I’m using.
I ignore every instinct to go harder, faster.
When I’m seated again, she gives a soft moan.
“I’m okay. It’s better if you do it all at once and not increments.
" She turns her head to look over her shoulder at me. “I’m okay, Massimo. Please. I promise.”
I search her eyes, but see nothing that tells me she’s lying. “I have you, cerbiatta,” I promise her. “You feel so fucking good.” And there it is, some of the underlying worry fades from her eyes.
That's all I need.
I set a steady pace, listening to her moans and groans, her soft pleas for more. I’m so attuned to her that I automatically adjust to give her more of what she needs as I increase the pace, the intensity.
“Oh, fuck, yes,” she moans as I move faster and harder inside her, her hips snapping back to take more of me.
“That’s right, Lucy, take me just like that,” I grit out between clenched teeth. “Fuck, yes. So fucking good. You feel so perfect. Coating my cock so good.” I curl myself over her back, snaking my hand between us to find her clit, rolling it with my fingers as I feel her orgasm building.
I know I won’t last much longer. Fuck, she feels too fucking good.
Sweat drips from my face onto her back, and she lets out a deep groan as I adjust myself to grip her hips and turn my head to see our reflections in the mirror.
I’ll remember this until my dying breath. Her body glowing, her ass bouncing and quivering with each thrust, her breasts swaying, and her mouth open as she gasps for air, pleading words coming out in between.
“Oh, fuck, I’m going to come, Massimo,” she suddenly cries, her body arching, her movements turning jerky. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. Please. Please. Please.”
“I have you, Lucy. I have you. Let it go. Come for me. Coat my cock. Fuck, yes!” Her orgasm detonates, her inner walls clamping down on me so tight that I don’t even have a chance to hold myself back. I come hard, her name a harsh shout as I pound inside her hard and fast, chasing my own pleasure.
She collapses forward, but her hips still move, and I fall forward with her, my hips pumping in and out of her as I try to fill every inch of her. Coating all her walls and her womb with my seed.
The thought of my seed taking hold, making another baby, sends another wave of ecstasy though me, making me shudder as I spill even more inside her. I grind myself against her, my balls pulled up tight, intent on spilling every last fucking drop.
It takes another full minute before I finally get some kind of semblance of control. My breath comes in pants, my body shaking with exertion, but I manage to ease myself up and look at Lucy quickly. Her face is hidden by her hair. “Lucy, are you alright?”
“Hmmm?” She turns her head toward me sleepily, her eyes hooded and her face utterly relaxed.
“Are you alright?” I ask again. “Are you hurting?”
“I can’t feel anything,” she answers dreamily.
“Except full and so good.” She lazily clenches her inner muscles around me, and I hiss at the overload of sensation.
I grind against her again, and she gasps, but not in pain.
She does it again, like she’s trying to drag every last fucking drop out of me.
“Lucy,” I gasp. “Fuck.”
Thankfully, she stops, her body finally sated, and I slowly ease out of her.
I stare at the sight of my seed dripping, and before I can stop myself, I gather it on my fingers and push it carefully back into her.
Not wanting her to waste a single drop. She lets out a low moan, but she doesn’t stop me.
I don’t know where this feeling has come from, but the thought of her being pregnant with another baby, with my baby, has flipped some kind of switch in my brain. Something feral, wild, tries to flood through me, screaming at me to take her again, until she’s full and round.
I have to force myself away from her, focusing instead on untying her and checking her skin to make sure she hasn’t hurt herself.
Thankfully, she seems fine, and she gives me a sappy smile when I kneel by her head to undo the last knot.
“You’re so pretty,” she purrs, lazily reaching out to stroke my hair.
“And sexy. All those tattoos are so sexy.”
I grin at her. “You like them, cerbiatta?”
She nods, lashes fluttering. “I want to trace them all with my tongue.”
The idea of her tongue on me has my cock twitching again. Fuck, this woman is going to be the death of me. “I’m happy for you to do whatever you want with me, dolcezza. Now, I’m going to run you a hot bath so that you can soak, and I’ll check on our son, yes?”
“I love that you call him that,” she whispers, eyes lifting to follow me when I get to my feet. My heart warms at her words. “That you accept him as yours even though you’re not his sperm donor. I don’t like to call Joey his father, even if he is. He didn’t want him, and he never got to meet him.”
“If you allow me to be, cerbiatta, I will be the only father he will know until you’re ready to tell him the truth when he’s older. He will never doubt that I want him. Or that I want his mother just as much.” I lean down and press a kiss to the top of her head. “Let me go draw you a bath.”
By the time I get the bath full and add in some epsom salts to help ease any soreness for her, Soren is already starting to wake up.
Lucy immediately jumps up from the ottoman, but I stop her, scooping her up to carry her to the tub.
“I’ll take care of him,” I tell her as I ease her in.
She lets out a sharp gasp, then a low moan, and again I have to force myself to ignore it with how my cock twitches.
Once she’s in, I press a quick kiss to her mouth, quickly grab my sleep pants from the closet floor, and head out into the bedroom to grab Soren from his bassinet.
“Ometto, what is with all this crying?” I murmur, cradling him and staring down at his scrunched up, tear-streaked face.
His little hands are curled into fists as his arms wave angrily.
He is not having any of my rocking or soothing him.
I quickly check his diaper, and realize it’s wet.
Guess we have our answer. “How about we not pee on me this time, yes?” He just continues to cry, only slowing down once I have him changed into a fresh diaper and back into his sleeper.
Still, he still lets out little sobs and disgruntled sounds, restless.
“He’s probably hungry,” Lucy suddenly announces from the doorway. She’s wrapped back in a towel, but she looks far less stressed.