Page 82 of Little Dove

She must think I’m joking, because she weakly waves that away. “Uh huh. Not even you can stop that, big guy, but sure, whatever you say.” Then she opens her eyes completely and lowers her legs from the arms of the chair, sitting up straight. “Now, how about we trade places so we can test how sturdy this thing is before we get one of our own?” She starts to slide off, but I stop her with a hand on her shoulder and a shake of my head.

“You’re too sore to take me again, Amara.”

She loses her smile and her expression twists into a scowl. “Don’t tell me what I am or am not, Cattaneo,” she warns darkly. Then she gets up from the chair and points at it sternly. “Pants down, and sit your ass in that chair, Lazaro. Now. Or I’ll put you in there myself.”

The image that conjures up has my lips twitching before I can stop it. “Amara, I said?—”

“I heard what you said,” she interrupts. “And we both know you’re trying to be all concerned and protective, but instead of asking me what I want, you are assuming. Do you want to put that giant cock inside me or not?”

“Of course I do,” I huff. “But?—”

“But nothing. Pants off, and sit your ass down.”

I blink down at her. “You know, you’re getting awfully bossy for a woman who thought I was going to tear her in half a few hours ago,” I can’t help but point out. “Amara, I don’t want to hurt you; your body needs time to recover.”

She stares up at me, and sighs heavily. Then, before I realize her plan, she jumps at me. I quickly grab her, lifting her into my arms to keep her from hurting herself. She starts to pull herself up like a monkey, until her face is level with mine. “Shut up and trust me for once, Lazaro,” she tells me firmly, before she grabs the back of my head and kisses me with such passion I can’t do anything but respond.

This time she’s the aggressor, moaning into my mouth as she tastes herself on my lips. My hands grip her ass tight before angling one hand so I can trace my finger down the crack of her ass to her swollen lips once again feeling her arousal dripping over my finger when I shallowly test her. She lets out a moan, her inner walls contracting to try and keep me in place when I pull out and thrust carefully back inside her.

She suddenly pulls her mouth from mine and breathes, “Do you feel how much I want you, Lazaro? How wet I am for you already? Just think how good that will feel around your cock. Don’t you want to feel me stretch around you again? Because I really do. I want to feel all of it, just like earlier. Filling me so full that—” Her pleas cut off when I thrust my finger harder inside her, her words igniting a desire so intense that any worries Ihave are consumed in the flames. She moans, her fingers curling into the back of my head.

If she wants me so badly, who am I to deny her? First, though, I need to get her good and ready for me.

“You’re going to take my cock again, aren’t you, Amara?” I croon as I continue to fuck her with my finger, pausing long enough to add a second one. I hitch her up a little higher to help with the angle, giving me more leverage to move faster. “But we have to get you ready to take me first, don’t we? Just like before. Feel how wet this pussy is,colombina? It’s dripping over my hand again, isn’t it?” She cries out as I hold her still, not wanting to drop her, even as her mouth finds my neck again, biting and sucking at the skin as I push her toward the edge.

“Lazaro,” she cries into my neck as I move as fast and hard as I can. Sweat forms on my skin, but like hell am I stopping.

“That’s it,colombina,” I praise as I feel her inner walls starting to quiver. The wet slap of my fingers moving in and out of her fills the room, until I finally feel her orgasm take over. She screams my name, and I grit my teeth to keep from spilling myself in my pants. Fuck, her reactions are so raw and real; they’re like nothing I’ve ever seen or felt before. It’s so fucking perfect. “So wet. Do you feel yourself spilling over my fingers? How perfectly messy you are for me? You’re going to take me so perfectly I don’t know how I’m going to control myself.” Unable to help myself, I swirl my fingers inside of her, making her moan and her body shudder. “I want you to do that again, but I don’t think I’ll be able to stand it without being inside you.” I pull my fingers from her, setting her down on her feet by the chair. I hold her steady with my arm around her, while the other I put to my mouth to lick my fingers clean.

Amara gives me a bleary look, before she blinks a few times and her gaze sharpens. She slants a brow and then orders huskily, “Pants. Chair.”

I don’t fight her this time. I need her too much. The smart part of my brain reminds me to go easy, but every other part is screaming for me to take her. To remind her she’s mine. I quickly toe off my shoes and socks, before I strip out of the rest of my clothes. Like fuck am I going to allow anything between us.

When I sit in the chair, Amara moves around me to the back, and I watch her over my shoulder suspiciously. She just grins at me, before she starts pumping her foot on the hydraulic bar in the back, making a few other adjustments, until I’m laid back at a forty-five degree angle. When she comes back around, she stops and takes me in. I can’t help but smile smugly when her gaze stops hungrily on my erect cock that I grip and stroke slowly. Not enough to do anything more than torture myself a little, but I have to grit my teeth to keep my control when I see her lick her lips. Fuck, there is nothing I want more than to have my cock back between those pretty lips, but I need inside her far more.

“Up here,colombina,” I order her gruffly. My demand seems to do the trick, and she scrambles up over me until she manages to tuck her knees on the edge of the chair on either side of me and press her mound against my erection. She rocks her hips, rubbing against me, and I groan at how slick she feels. “You’re going to be the death of me, Amara,” I grit out, gripping the arms of the chair tight at the torture she’s unknowingly subjecting me to.

“Death by sex doesn’t sound so bad,” she murmurs, eyes closing as she continues to rub against me a few more times before she stops. Then she grips my cock and lifts her hips to fit me to her entrance. She swivels her hips ever so slightly before she starts to sink down, her body stretching to accept me. She whimpers, and I can see a twinge of discomfort on her face before it’s followed by pleasure as she sinks further.

I move my hand to her clit, rubbing it in the way she responded most to, and it seems to do the trick. She slickens even more, and she keeps sinking down until she’s taken as much of me as she can. “That’s it,colombina,” I gasp, moving my hands to her hips to assist her as she braces her hands on my chest and starts to move. “Fuck, you feel so fucking good.”

Amara stares at me, her lips parted as she rocks over me, her hips moving faster and faster with each thrust. “Lazaro,” she moans, her fingers curling into my skin. “T-this feels different than last t-time,” she stammers out. “You feel b-bigger this way. It’s almost t-t-too much.” Her eyes sharpen with a hint of panic.

“Shhh, it’s alright, Amara,” I soothe, using my grip to slow her movements. “I’m not flat this time, and you are at an angle, so things will feel different than before. Do you feel how well your body is stretching to take me? It wants to feel full of me, to remind you that I’m there. My cock is going to hit new parts of you that it didn’t before.”

“I don’t see how that’s possible with how big you are,” she grits out, pushing against my hold to move a little faster. Sweat beads on her forehead.

I smile, wholly charmed by her bluntness. I’ll never have to guess what she’s thinking. “It’s possible,” I assure her. “Just keep moving this way until you feel ready to go faster. Don’t push yourself too hard or fast.”Even if this pace is sure to kill me.

Of course, my little dove doesn’t do things as expected and completely disregards what I’ve said. She starts to rotate her hips, gasping sharply when I hit a new spot inside her. I grit my teeth, desperate to keep myself under control, but her movements are so innocent and tempting that it’s almost too much.

She continues to move up and down, rotating her hips every so often, and I can feel her body tightening with each thrust. “That’s it,colombina,” I praise, coaxing her as she moves fasterand faster over me. “That’s it. You feel so fucking good. So perfect. Squeezing my cock so tight.” I carefully arch my hips to meet her downward thrust and she cries out.

“Again,” she gasps when I still. “Do that again.” I give her what she wants, both of us moaning and straining against each other as desire builds and stretches even further. “Oh God, that feels so good,” she moans. “I need more. Just like that.”

I move faster, gripping her hips to steady her as I pound into her at a rough but steady pace. The need to spill inside her has me in a tight grip, but I hold it back. Barely. We’re both gasping for breath, moving as one, until I feel the tell-tale tremor of her inner walls as her orgasm starts. “Yes, fuck, come for me, Amara,” I urge, reaching between us and rubbing her clit to send her over that edge. “Fuck, yes,” I hiss, feeling her detonate around me, her walls clamping down and pulling me right along with her.

She screams my name, and I snarl hers, curling my body up as I pull my hand from her clit to hold her tightly in place as I pound into her as deep as I can, and latch my teeth onto her neck just below one of the marks I left. She screams and practically convulses in my lap as she flies into another orgasm. I growl and press myself as tight into her as I can, feeling every ounce of cum erupt from my body to fill hers.

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