Page 34 of Secret Baby for the Italian Mafia Don

She cries out from the sheer fear of it, but I keep going, pressing hard between her legs, the pressure steady. She squeals, teeth clenched and eyes shut. Her thighs shake until her legs twitch and kick. She barely takes the head before her hand slams against my chest. Her face is white, sweat trickling on her forehead. Her virgin pussy is stretched into a tight, fat O.

“It’s fucking huge,” she whispers.

She clenches tight around me, and I almost lose it right there. I could fucking cum right now just trying to get inside the girl.

“I know,” I mutter through clenched teeth, grinding inside her another centimeter. She whimpers, and I put us forehead to forehead, crowding up on her again. “Focus on me, gorgeous. Think of how good I’m gonna hurt you with it. How bad you want it to fill you up until you break. You need to be broken, don’t you?”

She groans sweetly and nods.

I wish I could make the reality as sexy as the threat.

She took my fingers well, and she let me smack her cunt around until her eyes watered. I’ve got her open and turned her sense of pain all around on itself. It has to be enough. There’s no other prep I can do that will change the outcome for her. For the last few minutes that she’s intact, I touch her clit, trying to distract from the thick girth spearing her open just below it.

I push hard into her, hitting resistance, sweat stinging in my eyes. I drive the momentum up with each shallow thrust, hips rolling into a steady pace but going nowhere.

“It hurts,” she says, through clenched teeth.

“Do you need me to stop?”

She shakes her head, even as half a sob bubbles out of her lips.

“Good girl,” I praise her. “Give daddy your pussy.”

A moan shudders out of her lips.

“That’s it. Relax and open her up for me. Don’t fight the pain. I own you, Ava. Your cunt isn’t even yours to protect. There you go,” I mutter as the tension drains out of her thighs and legs. She goes soft and vulnerable beneath me.

Ava whimpers desperately, our eyes locked in the moment. The intimacy ramps up as we gaze into each other, caught in the same blistering moment. Like for a split second, we both see through the ploy, and she knows damn well I’m not out to hurt her.

The intimacy of it almost sets me off. We almost lose the game right before the buzzer. The girl has me on the clock, overworked and edged to hell.

I get her by the throat as the burning moment erupts between us.

“You’re mine, Ava. All of you. And nothing is going to keep me out of you. I want you. Head to toe. Clit to womb. I will tear through anything that tries to keep me from you, if I have to. And I have to.”

“Yes!”she sobs, even knowing what’s coming.

I lower the angle and drive my hips forward in one smooth motion. She doesn’t break eye contact, even when she screams, even when she splits wide and takes a huge cock several inches deep inside her virgin cunt.

It’s tight, merciless heaven as that ring of muscle drags over my tip, and I push deep and hard past it.

Ava’s chest heaves, her legs shaking as she tightens up again, but I’m already deep inside her, my hands keeping her thighs open.

“That’s my good girl,” I groan, kissing her head.

She clings to me, desperate. Her nails leave bloody marks on my shoulders, and her panicked breaths slow under my praise.

“You feel so good for me.”

I fuck her gently, slow and steady, not going too deep. Not yet. I kiss the tears off her face, swiping them away with my tongue.

She takes the pain like it’s a present, putting her hands on either side of my face and urging me to move faster even when tears rain down her cheeks with every thrust.

I’m overcome by her. The way her thighs wrap around my waist, holding me close, as if she doesn’t want anything getting in between us. Her breasts bounce, her breaths shuddering between sweet sobs.

Goddamn, the girl is so beautifully broken. She looks too pretty with tears on her face and a cock deep in her pussy. I want to breed her senseless, want to pump her full until I really do ruin her.

I ignore the little masochist’s urge to be snapped in half like a twig, fucking her shallow and slow through her first time. Her whimpers become belly-deep groans of pleasure that curl her toes.

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