Page 46 of Fatal Sloth

"Spread your legs and show me that pussy," I order, my voice thick with dominance. Mia spreads her legs, revealing her perfectly shaved pink pussy, glistening with her juices as she opens her legs wider. A pretty blush creeps on her cheeks, but she doesn't falter. Mia slips her hand down her belly, closing in on her cunt, a bold move on her part.

"Like what you see?" she asks, and suddenly I'm at a loss for words. Nodding my head because I forgot how to speak, I watch her slip her finger into that wet cunt as she starts to play with herself. Raw desire swirls in her eyes but they never leave mine. "Don't get bashful on me now, Bash, whittle Bastian Wastian," she teases, her words echoing in my head.

Fuck! It takes every ounce of self-control not to come right now.

She's playing with fire, and she knows it. I'm on top of her before she can coo another stupid nickname for me, pinning her hands above her head as my tip grazes over her tempting wet pussy. But before thrusting into la piccola ballerina’s tight pussy, I play into her little game.

"Does it feel like I like what I see?" I growl, as I rub the tip of my hard cock up and down her soaked pussy.

Mia's moans fill the room as my dick continues to play with her sensitive cunt. "Oh my god, please don't stop," she pleads, her breathing growing heavier as she edges closer to her release.

Her orgasm is close, but I didn’t say she can come yet- I release her hand, pulling her finger into my mouth, savoring the taste of her sweet juices. "Mmm… Taste how fucking good you are," I growl, removing her finger from my lips and leaning over to stick my tongue into her mouth, allowing Mia to sample her sweet pussy on my tongue.

Her eyes cloud with desire as her pink nipples harden under me. Leaning down, I take one of her pebbled nipples in my mouth, grazing my teeth against her sensitive skin. She arches her back, only pressing her tits further into my face, fueling my assault on her. As I switch my attention to the other hardened nipple, her legs wrap around my waist, pulling our bodies closer together.

Each gaze, each subtle shift in her body, becomes a silent plea for more.

Don't worry, piccola ballerina. I intend to give it all to you.

I slam my lips against hers while grinding my aching cock against her slick center.

Breaking this amazing kiss, I look her in the eyes, making sure this is what she wants because I’m almost at the point of no return. I need to be inside her right now, but not unless she wants it. This is her last chance to back out. I've never claimed to be a good man, but there are certain things even I won't do. In my world, lines are drawn, and even a ruthless prick like me has some boundaries.

When her nails rake down my back, I take that as a yes from her to proceed. Sitting up, I lean towards the nightstand and grab a condom from the top drawer. Mia props herself up on her elbows, watching me with curiosity as I open the packet before rolling the latex down my cock.

"You’re fucking beautiful," I say as I reposition myself back over her and line my tip up to her wet pussy.

Sealing my mouth over hers, I thrust inside her tight cunt, sinking deep into her. Fuck, she's tight. Her walls clamp down around my cock like a vice, eliciting a primal groan from deep within me. She cries out, her nails digging into my back as I thrust deeper, lost in the heat of the moment. I open my eyes and see her squeezing hers shut, tears streaming down her face. "Open your eyes," I murmur.

Reluctantly, she obeys, meeting my gaze. And then, in that instant, realization crashes over me like a tidal wave, freezing me in place.

“Piccolina, you’re a virgin.” It comes out as a statement rather than a question because there's no denying it. Fuck! I know I should've eased into her or given her time to adjust, but this is what she wanted, right? Fuck! My cold heart thaws when she whimpers against me.

“Fuck, I’m sorry. I didn't know. If I had known, this would have been different,” I apologize again.

“It’s fine. It's what I want,” she says as a tear falls from her eyes, rolling down the side of her face.

Gritting my teeth, I want to tell her that, no, this is not fucking fine, but I don't.

Instead, I'm frozen, not sure what the fuck to do while I’m deep inside in her warm pussy.

Yeah, I'm an asshole that fucks women I don't care about. I've never cared about a woman's pleasure––hell, I barely remember their names. Mia is different. La piccola ballerina deserves more than this.

Mia stirs an unfamiliar feeling in my cold, dead heart, and I don't think I’ll be able to let her go. I’m too selfish to let her go.

Mia's bold words cut through the tension, breaking me out of my thoughts. “This is what I want,” she repeats. “Finish what you fucking started, Bash!” she nearly yells, wiggling her hips underneath me, a defiant challenge in her eyes.

The battle of dominance continues, but I’m the Don, and I take control, giving her exactly what she wants. This isn’t the way I want her the first time, but I'm not going to deny her what she wants. “As you wish, Piccolina,” I say as I begin slightly rocking into her, allowing her time to adjust to my size.

Every muscle in my body strains against the agonizingly slow pace, screaming to fuck her relentlessly, like I would with any other woman.

It isn't a comfortable pace to maintain, but if I don't move at all, I'm going to blow my load, making this the worst first fuck.

When I draw back, my eyes meet Mia’s bright blue ones. “It doesn't hurt anymore,” she says, giving me the reassurance I need to speed up.

She lets out a gasp when I bite the tender part of her neck while thrusting in and burying myself to the hilt. She’s so wet, and her cries of pleasure only grow louder and louder as I fuck her relentlessly. Her eyes show raw, unfiltered desire when she bucks her hips to meet my thrusts. Her sweet pussy is taking my dick so well.

"Such a good fucking girl, you're my good girl," I growl, the words dripping from my mouth with possessiveness.

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