Chapter 40
Daisy Peonia Mary Parker
Castello dell’Fiero, Calabria, Italy
Camillo was big everywhere. Having him in my mouth had been intense. I could still feel the burning sensation at the corners of my lips, and I could swear they were sore. But now, feeling him between my legs, the thick head of his penis poking at my opening, made me swallow hard.
Then there was that hand around my neck.
I liked that, just as I had liked the slaps on my breasts. It was erotic, it was sordid, it was... an adrenaline rush that made me soak.
I swallowed hard.
He was big, but I wanted him inside me urgently, filling me until there was no more empty space left. Without hesitation, I moved my hips in circles, inviting him in, and felt his fingers loosen around my neck. When he tried to pull his hand away, I held it there.
“Are you going to take me like a good girl, Daisy?” he asked, his voice hoarse with pleasure, pressing against my entrance.
I nodded yes, unable to produce a single word.
“You're going to be fucked like a little slut and you're going to like it, aren't you?” My heart beat faster and I found myself nodding my head again.
My God, I must be sick to like this.
The pressure at my entrance increased, and I couldn't hold back a moan as soon as I felt him slide into my body. My walls stretched to their limit to accommodate him, his size filling me completely.
He paused inside me, giving me time to adjust, and I could see the expression of pure pleasure on his face. The way his jade-green eyes were half-closed and fixed on me, the way his lips remained parted as if he couldn't get enough air.
“Who does this pussy belong to, Daisy?” He gasped and began to move, stretching me further, making me close my fingers tightly around his hand to withstand the waves of growing pleasure. “Answer me, Daisy. Who does this pussy belong to?”
The thrusts increased, shaking my body. “To you...” I gasped and arched my back, lifting my knees higher so that no space separated us.
The sound of flesh against flesh filled my room as he buried himself deeper inside me, his violent thrusts sending waves of pleasure throughout my body.
He released my neck, and I couldn't help but whimper at the absence of his hand, but when I felt it descend and his thumb press against my clit while another twisted my nipple, I moaned loudly, feeling tears of pleasure leak from the corners of my eyes and a growing pressure in my lower abdomen.
His thrusts slowed down, but became stronger. He rotated his hips and sank deeper, creating a wonderful burning sensation at my entrance. Each thrust pushed my body against the mattress. “Camillo, I—”
“Come for me, Piccola Furetta. Come on my cock.” He increased the pressure on my clitoris but didn't change his hip movements.
Each new thrust made me writhe more and more.
Unable to take it anymore, I lifted myself up and pulled him toward me, grabbing his shoulders tightly, digging my nails into them.
He fell on top of me, one arm wrapped around one of my legs and the other resting right next to my face.
The skin on his chest brushed against my erect nipples, and I arched my body even further to drink in that sensation.
The pressure increased, and with a deep thrust, my head fell back and a moan of relief emerged from my chest, while spasms shook every limb and filled my vision with black spots.
My walls writhed around him, too big and too good to be true, and I wanted him to come inside me.
However, as soon as my spasms stopped, he pulled away.
“Turn around,” he ordered, and I stared at him, my body trembling and my breathing ragged. “Ass up, Daisy.”
I swallowed hard, watching him stand in front of me, his cock still hard and pulsing. If he wanted me to turn around, that meant...
As if reading my mind, he smiled. An expression as beautiful as it was devastating. “I intend to fuck every hole of this beautiful body of yours, and you're going to like it. Aren't you?”
I felt myself blush under his hungry gaze and curled my legs up, trying to cover my embarrassment a little. He didn't give me time.
“Never hide from me again.” He growled, pulling me by the ankles.
"Every inch of you is mine, and it's perfect.
There's no reason to be ashamed." With a quick movement, he turned me over onto my stomach.
His hands, rough and decisive, slid up my legs and stopped when they reached my buttocks.
When he started to massage them in circular motions, I bit the duvet, new waves of pleasure washing over me.
Two fingers slid between my buttocks and down to my wet entrance. He entered me again, and a small gasp of surprise escaped my lips when his fingers hooked into me and forced me to lift myself up until I was on all fours in front of him.
“Bellissima.” He purred in an extremely low, hoarse voice, sending shivers down my spine. “And ready for me again...” It wasn't a lie. I wanted him inside me again, breaking me apart and putting me back together. “Stay like that.”
I obeyed his command, watching him leave the room. His naked body was a mirage of firm muscles and olive skin, tattoos and black hair. When he returned, he was carrying a small bottle in his hands, and the air caught in my throat.
He was very big, too wide... I knew it was going to hurt.
“Ca—Camillo,” I stammered, feeling his heat already behind me. “I-I don't know if... I don't know if it will fit.”
His laughter echoed behind me. “Scared?”
“It's just... You're too big.”
To my surprise, his lips landed on my spine, tracing a line of kisses that made my heart race. “I'll be gentle, I promise.” I wasn't sure if that would change anything, but at that moment, I felt like that man could convince me to do anything.
Between my burning body and my racing heart, I didn't know which one was my biggest traitor.
Liquid trickled between my buttocks. Camillo slid his fingers between them, massaging the oil into my entrance. I felt the pad of his finger draw circles, followed by pressure and... Oh my God.
He was inside my ass.
I clenched my hands tightly on the duvet and held my breath. The sensation was different, strange. His finger moved gently in and out of me, and I couldn't help but notice how my nipples hardened even more and the heat between my legs flamed.
It was... good. And I felt... undone.
“Ready?” He purred and removed his finger. It didn't take long for me to feel the round head of his penis touching my entrance.
I trembled a little.
Seconds ago, I had him inside my body. His absurd length, his thickness, filling me and sinking into me. The veins protruding along his length massaging me, and the round, red head making room for itself in my insides. I knew he was too big.
However...
“Daisy?”
“Please...” I moaned, feeling the pressure of his penis, the heat and wetness increasing even more between my legs. God, I wanted him to fill me completely. “Please, Camillo.”
“Say it.” He purred, pressing a little harder, and I felt my body dilate around him, silently inviting him in. “Say: my ass is yours.”
“My... ass... is yours.”
My arms buckled and I bit the duvet, feeling him enter very slowly. It hurt like a bitch. It burned. Still, I felt my pussy pulsing and the pressure returning to my lower abdomen. He entered a little more and I whimpered against the mattress.
“Shhh, it's okay. Take a deep breath.” He tried to calm me down, massaging my lower back. His delicate touch gave me goosebumps and I ended up closing my eyes and taking a deep breath. I felt him enter me completely, my body relaxing around him, accommodating him. “That's it...”
Camillo began to move and my legs trembled with the sensation. I felt full, filled to a level I never thought possible. One of his hands slid down my hip and sank between my legs, pinching and circling my clitoris.
I moaned as he increased his pace, my face buried in the bed, and I felt myself once again on the verge of reaching the pinnacle of pleasure.
“Sei perfetta, Piccola Furetta. Perfetta.” My body writhed and I muffled a little cry into the duvet, reaching the peak of my pleasure, gasping for air as my whole body surrendered to spasms.
A grunt emerged from Camillo's chest and he buried himself inside me, staying still, his body pulsing inside mine. When he pulled away, warm liquid dripped from my opening onto my legs.
My body slumped and I gasped, trying to catch my breath, and waited for his weight beside me in bed, or at least close to me.
But it didn't happen.
Hearing barefoot footsteps on the floor, I saw him heading for the door with his clothes and shoes in his hands.
I sat up.
“Aren’t… Aren't you staying?”
He turned on his heels and gave me a smile that made my stomach sink. “Why should I?”
“What just happened... I thought… We—”
“This is just sex, Daisy. There is no ‘us’, capisci?”
I nodded and felt the shattering of a heart that I wasn't sure when It had even been rebuilt.