Chapter 61
Emilia
Igasped as I felt him slip inside me.
I was insanely turned on – wetter than I’d ever been in my life –
But it was still a lot to take all at once.
I forced myself to breathe as I stared into Giorgio’s soft brown eyes…
And then my eyes rolled back in my head as the tiny bit of pain became overwhelming pleasure.
I slid all the way down on him until my pussy reached his pants.
God he was deep…
And thick.
So thick.
And hard.
Filling me up…
And then he began to move.
Not much…
Just rocking back and forth…
But it felt incredible.
He was fully supporting my weight with his big, powerful hands clutching my ass…
But I still held onto his broad shoulders, my boots crossed behind him, as we stared into each other’s eyes.
I could feel his perfect mushroom head – with that firm, pronounced ridge – stroking inside me…
And however it was that he had me angled, I could feel the soaking wet base of his shaft moving over my clit.
Deep, powerful, throbbing pleasure inside me…
And the light, airy bliss of having my clit rubbed at the same time.
Fuck!
One of his hands reached up the back of my sweater and fumbled until he unhooked my bra.
Then his hand switched around to my front, and I felt his fingers push up under the bra and cup my left breast.
It was like an electric current of pleasure connected my nipple to my pussy.
I gasped and began rocking my own hips back and forth so that his cock slid out further, then plunged deeper inside me.
I could feel his swollen head so deep inside me, hitting pleasurable spots no one else had ever touched before.
I felt that sweet, hot swell of pleasure start to build around my clit – the beginning of my orgasm –
When I heard the chuff, chuff of footsteps in the gravel.
They were on the other side of the hedge –
Several feet away, and not in the same corridor with us –
But my heart thudded inside my ribcage.
Giorgio heard the gravel sound, too.
I saw him glance over at the bushes, then back at me.
My eyes widened in fear –
But I have to admit, it turned me on even more.
That someone might hear us –
That someone might see us –
That someone might see me –
Being an incredibly bad girl, fucking in public –
Taking a gorgeous guy’s huge cock –
And I began to come.
It was too late to stop; I couldn’t if I’d tried.
All I could do was clamp my lips shut and try to stay quiet –
But I still let out a little Eep! sound as the first wave of ecstasy hit me.
Giorgio stared at me.
I was a little afraid he would stop moving and ruin my orgasm –
But there was something wild in his eyes.
Something dark and feral.
He didn’t stop moving his cock.
He kept rocking…
But he reached up with one of his hands and clamped it over my mouth.
He looked dangerous –
He felt dangerous –
A hot mafioso taking me –
Fucking me in public –
And I loved it.
My entire body flushed with ecstasy from head to toe –
And I started moving my hips more insistently on his thick cock, making me come even harder.
Then… I heard the footsteps stop.
Chuff, chuff…
I knew they heard us…
Because I could hear us.
A wet schick, schick, schick.
Not the wet slapping of two bodies fucking, since Giorgio’s pants muffled the noise –
But the sound of his cock moving in and out of me, schick, schick, schick.
Not to mention my muffled groans.
I was trying not to make a sound –
I was trying to be quiet –
But this was the most powerful orgasm I’d ever had.
I was still whimpering behind the hand clamped over my mouth.
As he heard my muffled cries, Giorgio smiled devilishly…
Clamped down harder on my mouth…
And began to fuck me.
HARD.
My orgasm, which had already been powerful, became crazy.
Overwhelming.
I just kept coming, and coming, and coming…
Higher and higher…
Because I knew that the stranger on the other side was listening to me.
Whoever they were, they were hearing me come.
Maybe a man who wanted desperately to be Giorgio…
Or a woman who wanted desperately to be in my place.
But whoever they were, they weren’t moving…
And they were listening as I climaxed over, and over, and over.
And then…
Giorgio came.
My eyes had already rolled back in my head, so I felt it before I knew what was happening.
His cock suddenly spasmed inside me, a brief pulse where he got bigger and then smaller –
And I felt the tap, tap of his hot cum shooting deep inside me.
I opened my eyes in shock to see Giorgio staring at me, his jaw clenched, the cords of his neck standing out as he tried not to make a sound.
But the wild look in his eyes, the animal ferocity in his face as he struggled to stay silent –
And his huge cock bursting inside me, over and over –
It was too much.
Too good.
My back arched, and my head flung backwards towards the ground as I came even harder.
The only reason I didn’t fall over was his powerful arm supporting me – stronger than any other man I’d been with –
But my head was too far away from him.
His hand slipped off my mouth –
And I screamed out loud.
I stopped as soon as I heard my own cry, and looked back up in terror.
Giorgio was trying hard not to laugh.
I’m sure I looked terrified, my eyes bugged out in terror –
But he pulled me back up against his body and held me close.
I was still coming, though not as powerfully. The pulses of pleasure had slowed to mere aftershocks…
But each one felt like an admission of guilt as I waited to see if the mysterious listener would do or say something.
There was a long silence as Giorgio held me against him.
I could still feel the pulses of his cock inside me, once every few seconds…
About the same as my own fading orgasm.
And then finally, our mysterious listener walked away on the other side of the hedge.
Chuff, chuff, chuff, chuff…
Until the footsteps receded in the distance and became inaudible.
Giorgio grinned at me. “Well, you certainly put on a show for whoever that was.”
I smacked his arm lightly, like I was incensed…
But I purred, “I kind of liked it.”
“I figured you did,” he said, his grin widening.
He kissed me for another minute until he finally lifted me off his still-firm cock and set me on the ground.
He quickly adjusted himself, sliding his wet shaft inside his pants and zipping up.
I could barely stand, my legs were so weak.
As soon as Giorgio saw me waver, he circled his right arm around my waist and let me grab onto his left arm for support.
“You alright?” he asked in concern.
“I’m great,” I murmured.
My pussy was still throbbing, hot and wet and slightly sore.
I could feel Giorgio’s cum leaking out of me.
I felt bad…
And naughty…
And scandalous…
And I loved it.
I loved all of it.
“You ready to get out of here?” Giorgio asked.
“Yes.”
“I’ve changed my mind about the Boboli Gardens,” he said as he helped me along.
“Oh?”
“Yeah,” he said, and flashed that million-watt grin of his. “Best date idea ever.”
I laughed, and we kissed one last time before leaving the maze.