Chapter 33 Massimo
Massimo
Claiming Evelyn’s beautiful body yesterday was the best sex of my life. Unlike the casual encounters of my past, joining with her had meant something.
It’s not the long days of craving her that made it such a powerful experience. She gave herself to me without reservation or fear. My brave girl held nothing back. Her complete submission to my will was humbling and precious. She offered me everything, and I cherish the gift she gave me.
My hard cock presses into her belly, and my fingers find the delicate zipper at the back of her dress. I keep her captured in my deep kiss as I slowly ease it down the length of her spine.
She pulls back slightly, breaking the kiss but not putting an inch of space between our bodies—as though she isn’t capable of parting from me.
Her eyes sparkle with lust, but her delicate features are pinched with anxiety. Her gaze darts around the rooftop garden.
“What if someone sees?” she asks breathlessly.
I touch two fingers beneath her chin, keeping her locked in my hungry stare.
“We’re alone up here, and the garden will shield us.”
It’s impossible for anyone in a building across the street to see her naked body through the dense, carefully curated foliage.
I trace the line of her pouty lips. “If anyone does catch us up here, they will see the most beautiful woman in the world giving herself to me.”
She flushes and squirms against me. “Massimo…”
“Would you like that, farfallina?” I tease, easing the thin straps of her dress down her arms. “Do you want me to show off what’s mine?
” I cup her breast, and she arches into me with a gasp.
Her nipple is hard beneath my palm, her body primed for me.
“Everyone would want you, but they would know that you belong to me.”
Her dress slides down her slender legs, dropping to the intricate mosaic that decorates the center of the garden in a sunburst pattern.
Her porcelain skin is partially shaded by the thick foliage around us, small rays of sunlight dappling her willowy body.
The light catches on her diamond necklace, shimmering hypnotically.
I could stare at her like this for hours, admiring her perfection.
A wicked idea sparks through my lust-drunk haze.
I grasp her hips and guide her to step back, until her thighs touch one of the raised flower beds. Huge peonies surround her, the soft pink hue of the blooms contrasting beautifully with the remarkable shade of her peridot eyes.
“What are you doing?” she asks when I step away briefly.
I pick up her new camera from the glass table and turn it on.
“I’m not a photographer, but you are art, dolcezza.”
I capture her beautiful blush and small, shy smile with the first click of the camera.
She holds up her hand in front of her face, embarrassed.
“Massimo.” My name is a protest, but her voice lilts with laughter.
I grasp her wrist and direct her hand to her breast, urging her to tease her nipple.
“Never hide yourself from me.”
Her eyes are wide on mine, her pupils dilated with desire.
I step back and lift the camera again. “Touch yourself.”
“I can’t,” she whispers, her cheeks turning the most beautiful shade of pink.
“Are you embarrassed, farfallina?” I taunt. “You must be wet. Show me.” When she hesitates, I deepen my tone to something more commanding. “Sit and spread your legs.”
My good girl obeys, perching on the polished wooden frame that contains the raised flower bed. Her knees part, and her pussy is barely covered by delicate pink, lace panties.
“Take them off. I want to see your pretty cunt.”
Her fingers tremble with lust and a touch of anxiety, but she does as I ordered. When she sits back in position with her legs spread, her inner thighs glisten with arousal. Her soft pink folds are puffy with desire, and I know her sensitive clit is aching.
“Touch yourself,” I say again, prompting her compliance.
Tentatively, she strokes her clit. Her eyes close on a soft moan, and her head drops back at the first arc of pleasure through her body.
I capture the precious image and then command, “Look at me.”
Her gemstone eyes meet mine, shining brighter than the diamonds around her neck. Her lips are parted on quick, panting breaths.
“Put your fingers inside your pussy. Make sure you’re ready for me.”
“I am,” she insists, even as she obeys. “I want you inside me.”
“Stroke yourself.”
I shove down my animal urges to fuck her in the dirt. I’m thoroughly in control, and I’m drunk on my power over her. I’ll indulge in her submission and sweet blushes for as long as I can bear to deny my own release.
She eases two fingers into her tight channel and groans my name when she stimulates her g-spot, her eyes pleading. Her desire for me is enticing enough to tempt me to the edge of madness, and I cling to my control by a thread.
“Stop,” I growl, and she immediately withdraws her fingers from her cunt. They’re wet with her desire. “Lick them clean.”
Her brow furrows slightly, but she lifts her arousal-slicked fingers to her lush lips and licks them.
I bite out a curse and photograph her expression of shy uncertainty, then capture the next moment when her eyes flash with lust.
I covet her intoxicating mix of innocence and sensuality. Everything about her is entrancing.
When she slides her fingers into her mouth and sucks them clean, I can’t hold myself back. I loop the camera strap over the back of my neck so that I won’t drop her gift. Then I step toward her, freeing my cock from the confines of my jeans.
She licks her lips as I reveal my erection, hard with need for her. I take another photo of her desire for me.
I brace her hip with one hand and keep the camera in my other.
“Touch me,” I order, my voice rumbling with my own lust. “Guide me inside you slowly.”
I hiss in pleasure at the first brush of her soft fingers on my throbbing cock. There’s nothing tentative about the way she handles me. She’s bold in her desire for me, no shyness or modesty separating us.
My cockhead penetrates her swollen folds, and she embraces my length with velvet heat. As I slowly penetrate her tight sheath, her inner walls contract around me. She’s close to orgasm, and I’m only halfway in.
When I’m fully buried inside her, I pause and capture the image of our joined bodies.
“Bellissima.”
Her arms twine around my shoulders, pulling me closer and urging me to fuck her.
I let go of the camera and sweep her up in a savage kiss.
I plunder her mouth, my tongue claiming her in deep, domineering strokes: a promise of how I’m about to ravage her pussy.
Her head tips back, offering me more. Offering me everything I want.
I’m greedy for her, almost desperate in my need to consume her.
When she begins to tremble against me, her core fluttering around my dick, I break our kiss.
“I’m going to fuck you,” I warn. “I won’t be gentle, and you will love every second of it. Because you want to be mine. You gave yourself to me, and there’s no going back. I will take my pleasure in your gorgeous body, and in return, I’ll reward you with more ecstasy than you can bear.”
She shivers and nods her consent, her pussy contracting hard and pushing me to the edge of orgasm.
I pull out of her with a low curse, grasp her hips, and turn her away from me. I press my hand between her shoulders, guiding her down so that her body pushes into the damp soil. It’s dirty and raw—this will be a purely primal claim.
I thrust in to the hilt, and she cries out at the shock of painful pleasure.
My fingers tangle in her hair, tugging her head back so that the dirt doesn’t mar her lovely complexion.
I turn her face so that I see her in profile as I stroke into her, hard and fast. I take her ruthlessly, using her body for my own pleasure.
Her pert ass bounces against my hips. Keeping her hair firmly in one fist, I bring my other palm down on her bottom with a resounding crack. She shrieks, but her core flutters. I spank her again, painting her creamy flesh red with my hand, branding her.
She releases whimpering, animal noises that heighten my savagery. I growl and take her more harshly, spurred on by her tight grip on my cock. My sweet girl loves being ravaged, and I will gladly fuck her senseless.
I near completion, pleasure gathering at the base of my spine. My fingers find her clit, and I pinch the hard bud as I rut into her body.
She comes apart on a scream, the sound of her pleasure filling the lush garden. My own pleasure rushes through me, and I roar as I empty myself inside her. My cum lashes her.
“All mine.”
“Yes.” Her voice hitches as she sobs in ecstasy. “I’m yours, Massimo.”
She accepts my savage claim, and she comes all over my cock. Her thighs are wet with her arousal and my seed. I ease out of her and take a lewd photograph of the evidence of our union.
She lets out an adorable whimper, but she’s too spent and thoroughly subdued to protest. She stays exactly where I want her, back arched and legs spread as I capture more images of her reddened ass and glassy eyes.
When her knees begin to tremble, I put the camera aside and gather her up in my arms.
“You were such a good girl for me,” I murmur, dropping reverent kisses on her cheeks, her nose, her lips. “So perfect.”
She sighs happily and snuggles into my chest, content to float in ecstasy.
I tormented her with pain and bound her to me with pleasure.
Only I can give her this transcendent bliss.
Evelyn will never want to leave me.