19. Matteo #2
“I can’t,” she gasps, shaking her head. “Too much—too sensitive—”
“You can and you will,” I say firmly, increasing the pressure on her clit. “Your body belongs to me, and I say you can come again.”
She’s whimpering now, caught between pleasure and oversensitivity, but I can feel her responding, her hips moving in little jerks against the toy. The blindfold is damp with her tears, her lips bitten red and swollen.
“Good girl,” I praise as she stops fighting it, surrendering to the sensations. “That’s my good fucking girl. Taking it so well for me.”
Her breath is coming in short, sharp pants, her chest heaving. She’s lost in it now, floating in that space where nothing matters except the pleasure I’m giving her. No more thoughts about being pregnant, about what her father will say or do, about anything except this moment, this feeling.
“Please,” she whispers, the word barely audible. “Please, Daddy.”
Those two words fucking undo me. She’s never called me Daddy without me forcing it out of her first. I increase the pressure, twist the toy just right, and watch her come apart for me again. Her entire body shudders, thighs clamping around my hand as she grinds down.
I pull the dildo out slowly, savoring the way her pussy clings to it, trying to keep it inside. She whimpers at the loss, her chest heaving with exertion. The toy glistens with her juices, slick and shining in the low light.
I line my cock up with her entrance, rubbing the head through her folds, coating myself in her slickness. She’s so fucking ready for me, swollen and sensitive.
“Please,” she whispers, hips shifting restlessly.
“Please what?” I tease, pushing just the tip inside her tight heat.
“Fuck me,” she begs, voice raw. “I need you inside me.”
I push into her in one long, slow thrust, feeling her body stretch to accommodate me.
I start moving, setting a deep, relentless pace. Each thrust pushes her up the bed until I grip her hips, holding her in place. The wet sounds of our fucking fill the room, obscene and perfect.
“This is where you belong,” I tell her, voice rough with exertion. “Under me. Taking my cock. Carrying my baby.”
I reach for the dildo, still slick with her juices. I drag the head of it up her body, leaving a wet trail across her stomach, between her breasts, before bringing it back down. She’s still blindfolded, has no idea what I’m planning, and that makes my cock throb even harder inside her.
I press it against her swollen clit while I continue fucking her, and her whole body jerks like she’s been electrocuted.
“What if I fuck you with it at the same time?” I growl against her ear, slowing my thrusts just enough to tease the toy at her entrance alongside my cock. “Stretch this pretty fucking pussy around both. It’s the only way I’ll ever let another dick touch you again.”
“Oh god,” she gasps, her internal muscles clenching around me at just the suggestion. “I can’t—you’re already so big—”
“You can,” I insist, applying gentle pressure with the toy. “You’ll take whatever I give you, won’t you, baby? Because you’re mine.”
I reach up and pull the blindfold off, wanting to see her eyes as I fuck her. She blinks up at me, pupils blown wide with pleasure, lips parted and swollen from biting them. Her cheeks are flushed, hair wild around her head like a purple halo.
“Look at me while I fuck you,” I command, starting to move. “I want you to know exactly who’s inside you, who’s making you feel this good.”
“Matteo—”
“You can take it,” I tell her, applying light pressure with the toy as I continue to pump into her. “I’ll make it so good for you.”
I can see the moment she surrenders—her eyes going soft, her body relaxing beneath me. She nods, almost imperceptibly, and that’s all the permission I need.
Slowing my thrusts, I pull nearly all the way out before sinking back in, giving her time to adjust to the idea. The head of the toy presses against her entrance alongside my cock, and I can feel her tense.
“Relax,” I murmur, leaning down to kiss her.
I work her entrance with the toy, pressing it against my cock as I ease in and out of her tight pussy. The stretch must be intense because she’s gasping, her eyes wide and locked on mine.
“Breathe, baby,” I command, watching her chest rise and fall. “Just fucking breathe and let me in.”
I push a little harder, feeling the resistance as her body tries to accommodate both my dick and the thick toy. The head finally breaches her alongside my cock, and fuck, the pressure is unbelievable.
“Holy shit,” she chokes out, her fingers digging into my forearms hard enough to leave marks. “Fuck, Matteo, it’s so much—”
Her pussy is stretched obscenely around both, the pink flesh gripping us tight. I’ve never seen anything so fucking beautiful in my life—my woman, split open on my cock and her own creation, taking more than she thought possible.
“Look at your greedy cunt,” I tell her, voice rough with lust as I work the toy in deeper. “Fucking swallowing us both. Such a good girl for Daddy.”
She whimpers, a sound halfway between pain and pleasure, but her hips are moving now, tiny little circles like she’s testing the fullness.
“Does it hurt?” I ask, needing to know she’s okay even as I’m desperate to fuck her senseless.
“Yes,” she admits, then gives me a shaky smile. “But in a good way. Like I’m being ruined for anyone else.”