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He reached down and gripped a handful of my hair, his touch firm, but not painful. Then he wrenched my head back and I cried out, pain blossoming across my scalp like fire. Witha growl, he slipped his fingers in between my cheeks, and I whimpered just as his touch slipped over my asshole.

His hand was warm and dry, his fingertips rough, and the contrasting sensation of his callused touch against the delicate flesh of my asshole made my toes curl. He traced slow, teasing circles around the tight ring, his touch light and almost delicate, and I couldn’t help but tremble beneath him.

“I’ve imagined sinking my cock in this virgin asshole more times than I can count,la mia bambina, and now that the moment has finally come, I’m going to enjoy every single second,” he mused.

“Is it going to hurt?” I whispered.

“Yes. It’s going to hurt, bad girl, but you need it to hurt. That’s what’s going to make you come so hard you scream for me,” he said darkly, and a shiver raced down my spine.

Just then, he released my hair and reached over into the nightstand. I peeked over my shoulder to see that he’d grabbed a bottle of lubricant and all of a sudden, a surge of panic raced through me. I pushed up against the bed, fully intending to crawl away, but he reached out and grabbed my ankle before peppering my sore belted ass with several hard smacks.

I squealed in surprise and pain, squirming against him, but his grip was too strong. With a low chuckle,he pressed his hand down in the middle of my lower back, pinning me into place.

“I was going to start gentle with you,bambina, but I can see now that’s not what you need,” he murmured and with that, his lubed fingers pressed between my cheeks and with one rough thrust, he forced one inside me.

I cried out, the pain immediate and intense as the walls of my asshole stretched around his finger. It burned as my tight muscle tried to adjust to the invasion, but it was impossible because then he began to roughly pump it in and out of me, which only hurt more.

But my pain only seemed to arouse him even more, and with a growl, he shoved a second one inside me, and I cried out, the searing ache more than I could bear for several long moments. It didn’t quite fade like I hoped. It simply stung more as he roughly fingered my ass.

My body clenched, trying to push him out, but he was far stronger and simply pressed his weight against me, keeping me in place. I let out a ragged breath, my heart racing, and just when I was certain it couldn’t possibly get worse, he began scissoring his fingers.

“Oh, God!” I cried out.

“That’s right, Sofia. Tonight, I am your god,” he growled, and then he pulled his fingers out only to shove a third one inside me.

This time I couldn’t contain the scream that escaped my lips.

I was going to break in half, torn apart by the roughness of his touch.

The burning sensation was overwhelming, but beneath it all was a thread of something else, something that had me pushing back against him, something that made me hate myself just a little bit.

Desire.

Raw shame spiraled through me at the realization. I was turned on, despite the fact that his fingers were currently violating me in the most shamefully intimate way possible.

I couldn’t stop the way my body was responding to him, and I felt my core throb. I felt my clit pulse and my nipples tighten.

How could I want this so much?

How could this be happening?

He was my father’s best friend, and he was moments away from sinking his big cock into my poor little virgin asshole.

I bit down on the sheets, trying to muffle the sounds that were coming out of my mouth, but it was useless. He was too rough, his fingers stretching my asshole beyond anything I could have imagined.

Before I knew what was happening, heat was spiraling up through my belly and I gripped the sheets so hard that my knuckles turned white. I tried to crawl away again, but his hand held me firmly in place for what was to come, and my clit thrummed that much harder.

His fingers sank in and out of me, and then without warning, I came.

I came from nothing more than his fingers in my asshole.

It hit me with such force that I couldn’t hold back, and I let out a ragged, shuddering scream as my body spasmed around his fingers. It was the most intense orgasm of my life, and I shook, trembling beneath him. Wave after wave of intense bliss rolled over me, leaving me sore and spent, and his cock wasn’t even inside of me yet.

Searing pleasure burned up and down my limbs, making my toes curl and my fingers grab the sheets. My asshole tightened around his fingers, clamping down as I rode out the final waves of my orgasm. As the intensity began to subside, my breathing started to return to normal, leaving me a quivering mess.

Then I started to realize something else.

My bottom hole was far sorer now. It was almost as though he’d already fucked it, although I knew better.

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