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The foreign burning pressure took me by surprise and I cried out, taken aback by the deep ache nothing more than his single digit caused.

Who was I kidding? I couldn’t take anything more than his finger in my ass, let alone his cock. He pushed in deeper all the way to his first knuckle, and I squealed, the pain and the strange feeling more than I could handle.

But he didn’t seem to care.

He pressed in further and I whimpered, trying to get away, but I had nowhere to go. I was pinned between the wall and Massimo, and that didn’t leave me with a whole lot of options.

I swallowed hard, my complete attention on his finger violating my bottom hole. I hated that my clit throbbed to life at that moment like a dirty fucking traitor. I wasn’t supposed to like this. It wasn’t supposed to be making me wet or aroused or anything like that. I should be angry. I should want him to stop touching me, but when he started pumping that single digit in and out of my tortured hole, there was no denying it.

I sort of liked how it felt.

“I’m not going to take your virginity tonight, Sofia,” he murmured.

I opened my mouth, but not a single word came out.

“Maybe I will one day, if you beg me so very prettily for it,” he continued, and my breath stuck in the back of my throat.

I still said nothing, instead closing my eyes and trying my best not to ride his finger as it pumped in and out of me.

“Now,la mia bambina, I’m going to give you a choice. I’m going to fuck that beautiful sassy mouth or this tight little asshole of yours. You’re going to swallow my cum or you’re going to walk out of here with it dripping from this cherry red ass. Now choose,” he demanded.

My asshole clenched around his fingers, and he chuckled softly.

“Choose, little girl, or I’m going to let your body choose for you,” he growled, and I opened my mouth as quickly as I could.

“Please, not my ass. Please. My mouth,” I said quickly, my words coming out in a rush of air. A shudder racked my body. I wasn’t ready for him to take my virginity, and I sure as hell wasn’t ready for him to take me in the ass. That only left my mouth for him to fuck, but for some reason I was nervous about that too.

Gently, or at least as gently as I imagined he could, he pulled his finger free from my bottom hole. Without warning, he smacked my ass several more times, igniting the burn from my spanking and causing it to sting anew.

“Then get on your knees and open that pretty mouth,” he demanded, and I faltered for a moment, not really believing this was happening and yet reckoning with the fact that it really was.

He turned me toward him, and in almost a haze, I slowly dropped to one knee and then the other. When I was settled, I looked up at him to see him staring down at me.

“I’ve envisioned you on your knees like this before me many times,la mia bambina,I just never thought the day would come,” he said darkly, his voice rumbling through me like a cool drink of water. He was so tall and strong and powerful that his shadow alone seemed to envelop me and somewhere deep down I liked it.

A little bit.

One of his hands reached down to tenderly swipe the hair off my forehead and behind my ear. The gentleness of his touch was in stark contrast to the roughness of everything that had already happened, and I leaned into his palm as his thumb swept over my cheek. Then that same hand brushed over top of my head to settle at the base of my scalp, where he once again took my hair tight in his fist.

I cried out, the pain catching me by surprise. Red-hot agony blossomed across my skull, sharp and quick and somehow, it struck straight down to my clit. If not for his hold on me, I would have pitched forward.

Then I remembered why I was on my knees in the first place.

This was happening. This was really happening. My eyes flicked down to his waist, seeing his hard cock straining against his slacks, and I swallowed hard, the reality of the situation finally sinking in once and for all.

He’s going to fuck your mouth.

With one hand, he unbuckled his belt, sliding the end through the buckle. Almost in a trance, I watched as he unbuttoned his pants, his cock tented through his briefs, and I wavered from one knee to the other, my anxious arousal taking me by storm.

What the fuck is wrong with you?

This shouldn’t have been turning me on. He shouldn’t have been making me feel these things, not a single one of them, and I definitely shouldn’t be staring at his dick right now knowing it was about to go into my mouth at any moment.

Massimo didn’t waste any time. He pushed his briefs down and his hard cock sprang free. I cried out at the sight of it, my mouth going dry. I was a virgin, but I knew what a cock was supposed to look like, or at least I thought I did.

But this was the first one I’d seen in person.

Massimo was huge, and the thought of having him in my mouth, or even anywhere else, made me feel dizzy. His cock was thick and long, far longer than I ever imagined a cock could be. It jerked right in front of me, engorged with blood, the veinsto either side of it throbbing with his own arousal. There was already a drop of pre-cum dribbling from the thick head and my thighs pressed tight together, my nervous desire thrumming through me with fervent intensity.

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