Chapter 38 Liana #2
“I might be a virgin, but I don’t want you to hold back. I want you to give me everything you have. Don’t treat me like some innocent little wife that’s going to break in half from your dick.”
His eyes darken even more, and his next words come out strained, as if he never wanted to say them in the first place. “We should go slow, mia moglie. This is your first time, and I don’t want—”
I lift my pointer finger to his mouth.
“No excuses, Massi. Please. I need you to give me everything. I want this. I want you.”
He puts his forehead against mine, closing his eyes as if he’s struggling, then lets out a sigh. “If anyone is going to be the death of me, it’s going to be you, mia moglie.” Then he slams his mouth to mine, taking me into a passionate and heated kiss I want to last an eternity.
With his finger, he rubs my clit, then slides it down my pussy and pushes it inside of me.
“More,” I moan out.
A second finger plunges into me, and I cry out at the intrusion because it feels so damn good.
He kisses me while thrusting his fingers in and out of me, and when he rubs my clit, the sensations hit me like a ton of bricks, putting me in a high I have zero plans of coming down from.
“Massi,” I pant out.
“You ready for another, baby?”
My eyes widen. “Another?”
“If you want me to give you everything I have, you’re going to have to take another one of my fingers.”
I didn’t think about this when I was begging him to fuck me, but now that he already has two fingers pumping in and out me and ready to add a third, all I can think about is how full I already feel. Yet I want it. I need it.
“Do it, Massi. I want more.”
A grin forms on his face. “Such a good little wife, pleasing her husband so well.”
Massi pulls his fingers out, then puts three up to my entrance. I can already tell it’s too much, but I’m craving it all the same.
He inches them inside of me, and it all hits me at once. I’ve seen Massi’s cock, and I’ve seen his fingers. While his fingers are long and thick, they don’t compare to his dick, even with three of them put together
He carefully thrusts them in and out, stretching me to an extent I didn’t think possible.
When I writhe beneath him, meeting his thrusts with each lift of my hips, he says, “You’re ready.”
My eyes widen with excitement when he withdraws his fingers and sits back on his knees in between my legs. He stares down at me with an absolute thirst that can only be quenched by me.
Reaching over to the nightstand, he opens the drawer and takes a bottle out.
“What is that?”
He gives me a smirk, and says, “Lube,” then opens the bottle and squirts some on his hand and rubs it up and down his long shaft. “We’re going to need it, trust me.”
He rubs some over my pussy, then tosses it back in the drawer.
Spreading my legs, he hovers over me and rubs his dick along my slit. A shiver erupts through his body.
“Fucking hell, baby. I don’t know how I’m going to last inside of you.”
“Well, with that foreplay you just gave me, I’m not sure how long I’ll be able to last either.”
He chuckles, and the sound vibrates into my chest, tightening my nipples.
“You ready, mia moglie?”
I nod. “Yes, Massi. Let me feel what it’s like to have you inside of me.”
He lets out a groan, then presses his tip into me. When I let out a long moan, he continues to push himself inside, then I lock up.
My eyes widen, and I dig my nails into his back.
His gaze snaps to mine, and I’m sure he can read the discomfort all over my face.
“Deep breaths, baby. We’re almost there.”
“What do you mean, almost? You’re not fully in yet?” Panic sets into my voice, knowing the fullness I’m feeling isn’t even the extent of it.
“Not quite,” he chuckles out.
“How much more?”
“Are you sure you want to know the answer to that question?”
“Oh my gosh, you have got to be kidding me.”
He laughs again, then gives me a kiss. It’s sweet this time, as if he’s trying to push some comfort into me.
“I’m almost in, I promise.”
I narrow my gaze on him. “I think you and I have a different idea of what almost means.”
“Yeah, you’re right, we probably do, but I know you can do this, baby. There’s a little bit of pain, but I promise the reward is far and beyond being worth it.”
I’m beginning to not believe him. I don’t know how anyone has sex with a huge freaking dick shoved inside them like this. How is this going to be enjoyable?
Taking a few deep breaths, I try to calm my spiraling thoughts and relax for him. Everyone says this is enjoyable, so theoretically speaking, I should be fine once my body adjusts, right?
Massi must sense me trying to force the tension out of my body, because he pushes in a little farther.
“That’s a good little wife. Opening so well for me. Letting me stretch this tight hole of yours so I can fill it with every inch of my cock.”
His words send a shiver up my spine, coaxing me to relax even more so he can fill me to the brim.
“Just a little more,” he says, then pushes into me the rest of the way, filling me to an inordinate extreme.
“Breath, baby.”
I let out a breath, his coaching eliciting such a response from me.
After a few moments of me getting used to his size, he says, “If you want to change your mind, you need to tell me now, baby.”
His words come out strained, and I can see the striations in his shoulder muscles. He’s tense, already suffering as he tries to hold himself back.
I cup his cheeks and say, “I’m ready. I want this. I want you, Massi. Please, show me what I’ve been waiting for, for so many years.”
Something seems to shift in him—I see it in his eyes—and when he kisses me, it’s raw and animalistic.
He starts moving slowly, and I do everything in my power not to cry out in pain, focusing on his mouth on mine and putting everything I have into it.
Just when I think the stinging sensation will never go away, it subsides and pleasure starts to take over.
“That’s it, baby. Just a little bit of pain to get to the pleasure.”
He increases his speed, doing it in small increments to make sure I’m able to handle it.
Massi bends down and takes a taut nipple into his mouth. He rolls it around with his tongue, then bites down.
I cry out, not realizing how much I’d like having my nipples played with.
He moves his attention to the other one and does the same.
“I’ve spent way too long dreaming about the day I’d have you writhing underneath me. It’s better than I could’ve ever imagined.”
His words loosen me up even more, and when he increases his pace, sliding in and out of me, I meet his hips with mine, giving him deeper access to me than he had before.
“Holy shit,” he groans out, stopping abruptly. When I lift my hips to meet his again, he wraps his hand around my neck. But when that still doesn’t stop me from moving underneath him, he tightens his grasp.
“Fucking hell, Liana. I’m not going to last if you keep doing what you’re doing.” His breathing is rough and heavy.
“I told you I didn’t want you to hold back. You’re holding back.”
His eyes narrow on mine. “You have me fucked up, you know that, right?”
“I want it all, Massi. Give me everything, or I’ll find someone who will.”
I didn’t have to throw that last part in, but if I don’t say something to get him going, he’s going to continue treating me like a fragile princess. I’m not a fragile princess. I’m a woman who’s no longer a virgin, who wants to be fucked by her husband.
Fire ignites behind his eyes. “What did you just say?”
“You heard me.” I slide the tip of my toe up the back of his thigh and tap his butt. “Fuck me the way I want you to. The way I know you want to.”
He starts moving again, except this time he doesn’t slowly get into it. He takes control, moving his hips in unison with mine at a cadence I don’t think he was even prepared for.
Long goes the husband who was trying to make my first time as sweet and comfortable as possible, and in enters my dominant husband who takes control and gives me more than I could’ve ever asked for.
“You want it rough and hard, baby?”
I nod, not able to get the words out as he rocks into me with a brutal force that’s bordering on painful but also sends signals of pleasure through my body.
“You want me to make this pussy weep red by the time I’m done with it?”
Those words should terrify me, but for some twisted reason I can’t begin to comprehend right now, they excite me. Having Massi fuck me so hard and so raw is exactly what I begged him to do. The pain is there, but the pleasure supersedes it, and I freaking love it.
“Yes, Massi. Fuck me harder,” I pant out between thrusts.
“As you wish, mia moglie,” he says, and there’s an air of darkness to his tone. Like I’m unleashing a beast from within that he’s kept tied up for the last six years.
When he picks up his pace, slamming into me so hard it causes the headboard to pound against the wall, a tingling builds in my core.
Reaching between us, he finds my clit and rubs it. I squirm beneath him.
“That’s what my little wife needs,” he growls out.
I close my eyes and throw my head back, arching my back and shoving my breasts into him. He bends down and licks the peak of one of them.
Everything Massi is doing to me has my senses heightening to an extreme. A pleasurable tension builds deep within me, ready to combust at any second.
“You’re almost there,” he pants out. “Your pussy is squeezing my cock, and it feels fucking amazing. Just let go, baby. Let the feelings—the sensations—take over your body and push you over-the-top. Let your body do exactly what it was meant to do.”
He picks up his speed on my clit, and I continue to writhe beneath him. The tension finally explodes, and I let out a cry that’s so innate and feral, all I can do is let my body give into it.
After a few more pumps in and out of me, Massi lets out a similar groan from deep inside his chest and calls out my name.
We come down from our highs together, nothing but the sounds of our shallow breaths filling the air.
He gives me one last kiss, then rolls to his back, taking me with him. I try to push myself up from his chest, but his arms tighten around me.
“Don’t move,” he says as he closes his eyes.
“But—”
“Don’t move,” he repeats. “I’m comfortable here.”
I giggle. “We need to wash up.”
Letting out a disapproving moan, he finally lets me go. “Fine, we can get cleaned up, but we’re back in bed right after.”
“Yes, sir,” I say, and his dick twitches inside of me. Seems like someone liked that.
The exhaustion hits me when we get back into bed. I roll to my side, and Massi gets in behind me, wrapping one arm around my waist and tugging me into his chest.
I close my eyes and am almost asleep when his cock and hand brush up against me.
I tense, not understanding how he’s ready to go again, and fully knowing I’m not ready to take him again.
“Relax, mia moglie. I just need to be inside of you.”
“What do you me—”
Massi pushes himself inside my pussy, and I gasp.
“Are you okay?” he asks, slight panic to his tone.
While I am extremely sensitive down there, my body still craves him, so the intrusion is still welcomed.
“I’m okay, I just wasn’t expecting that.”
“I won’t push myself fully into you. I just need to feel your pussy wrapped around my cock all night. Can you do that for me, baby?”
“Yes,” I breathe out.
“Good girl,” he whispers into my ear, tightening his arm around my waist. “Now, go to sleep. You need your rest.”