Page 33 of Secret Baby for the Italian Mafia Don

Those guarded eyes land on the monster that’s going to open her up, and finally, Ava looks nervous. She buries the reaction. I call her bluff, pulling her hips to me and pushing her thighs back, getting all over her.

A soft sound breaks from her lips, try as she might to bite it back.

I haven’t even fuckingtouchedher yet.

I’ll have to walk her through it. Hit all those buttons that make her soft and open for me. One orgasm alone isn’t going to be enough.

“Look at all those second thoughts running through your head now,” I mutter. “You feel that?” I ask, pushing the fat tip against the tight, virgin ring of her pussy. Ava’s thighs tense, her legs curling and her head falling back as I make no headway into that tight little grip. “That’s what you’ve been begging me for. I bet you regret it, don’t you? Saving your virginity all this time, afraid that some average five-inch dick would make your eyes water, just to end up here, playing the game on hard mode for the first time.”

“I can take you,” she whispers, even with her teeth clenched, glaring at me from between those spread legs. Fucking hell, maybe she could. I’m tempted to find out. I crawl over her, kiss her mouth as if trying to taste the lie.

“You don’t have a choice,” I whisper. Her breath hitches and swells in her chest as I play into her little fantasy. I grind my fingers around her clit as I go on, my tone sharp and firm with her, the same way my hands are. “I’m going to make you a rabid little slut for this cock, until you don’t even know the difference between pleasure and pain. I’m going to make you bleed, make you scream, make tears run down that pretty face, and you willthankme for it.”

Her pussy is soaked and slick from her first orgasm. I slap my hand against it again, just to watch it shake and tremble, watch her body jolt.

“But not yet.”

I change the game up suddenly. I work two thick fingers inside her pussy. It steals her breath, and suddenly I’m hammering away inside her, jostling that tight cunt from the inside out. Ava squeals pitifully, eyes rolling. Her pussy trembles, ass shaking. I finger her roughly, chasing that deep inner pleasure locked up inside her. She shakes and squeals, still so oversensitive from coming the first time. I pull out just to slap my palm against that pussy again, spanking her hard and fast, until her mouth is open in a silent cry.

I love the way those eyes look at me, so torn between her pleasure and her pain.

I alternate between fingering her brutally and slapping her pussy or her tits, until she’s pink from the chest up. Ava’s breath heaves, my name scraping on her lips—full of hateful adoration.

She glides her fingers over her clit, locking eyes with me as we both pleasure her in our own way. Her dripping pussy rains with the force of my fingers moving inside it.

“Keep going, keep going!” Ava begs me, no air left in her lungs.

She damn near comes off the couch when I try to work in a third finger. She cries out, but I wrench her leg back and hold her open, pounding that pussy hard. She opens her eyes just enough to gawk at her own spread pussy and how it’s clamped so tight around my fingers before her expression pinches, head falling back, the emotion indistinguishable. She could be in agony or rapture. The pace slows with three fingers inside her, dragging out the motion as I hit that thick resistance inside her. She nearly screams. The sound fades into soft, delicious whimpers.

I swirl my fingers inside her, opening her up as much as I can.

Finally, I give her one final sharp smack of her cunt, and she groans deeply.

She takes it well, I’ll give her that. Maybe that’ll help her. Maybe it won’t.

I strip off the rest of my clothes as I climb over her on the couch. We’re face to face as I leverage myself at an angle where she’s spread out under me.

Ava runs a hand over my bare chest. Her fingertips trace the little cut she gave me earlier. She leans up, kisses it, and runs her tongue along the fresh wound. A dark heat tightens in my groin as she boldly returns the affection, giving me a little taste of pleasure-laced pain. Her eyes light up when my body tenses.

I hiss through my teeth as she mimics my own game, dragging her teeth against the clotted cut until it starts to bleed again. She laps her tongue against the wound, drawing a line up my chest. She smiles up at me with my blood tinting her lips, and thoughtlessly, I lean in and kiss her senseless.

I push myself forward, driving the tip of my cock against her pussy. She grinds back into the pressure as we make out.

“Do you know what it’s like?” I ask, our foreheads touching, lips verging on the edge of another breathless kiss. “Waiting for some other man to decide that he’s done with you? How crazy it made me?”

“Then you should have come and taken me,” she whispers back.

The possessive creature inside me agrees.

“That’s my girl,” I whisper, taking her fiercely by her hair and pulling her head back. I drag my teeth hard against her neck, over the marks I’ve already left. Her chest heaves.

“You want it so bad, don’t you?” I tease her. She nods pathetically, still feathering her overworked clit. I pull her hand away, smacking her cunt again. She gasps sharply, verging on a cry as the sound of my hand meeting that soft, hot flesh fills the room.

“I don’t care if it doesn’t fit, Ava. I’m going to make it fit. I’m going to open you up by the cunt and wreck you. Feel,” I order, dragging her fingers between her legs again. She’s already soft and slick from all the attention and the first orgasm I put her through. I push her fingers into the tight ring of muscle I’ve been working at for the past half hour. “Feel how tight you are.It’s never going to feel like this again. I’m going to change you forever. I’m going to take a piece of you with me, a piece you can’t get back.”

She nods and moans, meeting me eye to eye, flying in the fantasy.

I pump my cock a few times, steadying its huge girth against her pussy again.

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