Page 56 of Massimo
My core clenches at the deep rumble of his words. My stomach caves at the brush of his knuckles as he undoes the button of my jeans. They're loose enough to fit his big hand inside, and I raise on my knees to give him access to where I want. The downside is I no longer feel his erection—which I refuse to think about how big it felt—pressed against my sex. The upside is his hand is inside my jeans, and he holds me in his heated gaze as he moves my panties to the side and gently rubs one finger over my slit.
For a moment, memories push in of being hauled to an esthetician who lasered my hair off. I was being prepped for my future husband.
I squeeze my eyes shut, forcing out the memory.
"Nova, stay with me, princess." Massimo's voice pulls me back. "You okay?" he asks gently when I look at him. "Do you want me to stop?"
I shake my head.
"Keep your eyes on me, sweetheart. Let me take care of you."
One tear slides down my cheek, and he kisses it away.
His tenderness and care… It's so at odds for the massive man he is, for the ruthless Don I know he is, for the monster he's rumored to be.
"Let me take care of you?" This time, it's a question, and I nod.
His fingertip runs over my slit again, firmer this time, and I feel wetness leak out of me.
"Keep your eyes on me, Nova."
I obey; not because I've been given a command, but because my entire being wants this—to witness and see, to connect us.
Then my world tilts as he slowly pushes his finger inside me. The sensation is…out of this world.
It sucks the air out of my lungs as I feel the fullness press against my walls.
For never even having had a tampon inserted inside me, this is…an unbelievable sensation.
If this is how one of his thick fingers feels, then what about two? What about the hard thickness I felt in his pants?
"One step at a time, princess," he reassures me, as if he can read my thoughts. "How does this feel?"
He moves his finger, and an automatic moan pulls from my throat.
"I'll take that as 'keep going'." He smirks.
If a shockwave of pleasure hadn't zapped through me when he did something with his finger that made me see stars, I would've told him not to be so cocky.
Instead, my head falls back, and my hips move. Just like earlier, it's not a consciously made movement—my hips know the rhythm of some ancient dance all on their own.
"Massimo," I gasp.
He presses on the spot again, making my eyes fly open and my mouth part in an O.
"Again. Say my name again, Nova." He's commanding, ordering me, but I don't care.
"Massimo," I moan. As he presses his thumb to my clit, so incredibly sensitive, I jump and only his arm around my waist holds me in place. "Massimo," I cry.
"That's it, my beautiful girl. Fuck my hand as I finger-fuck you to heaven."
Wet, lewd noises come from between my legs, but I don't care; I know no shame. I'm chasing that release he gave me earlier.
The pressure builds within my core and tingles dance down my spine, causing my muscles to tighten slowly. I feel my walls clutch at his finger as he starts moving it in and out of me harder. He removes his thumb from my clit, and I'm moving and grinding against him, but not falling over the edge. Instead, I'm being coiled coiled impossibly tighter.
My head twists from side to side, and my body arches. My body is being super-stimulated but without the final explosion. Sweat coats my skin, and I'm trembling. My stomach is quivering, and my legs shake.
"Massimo," I beg. "Please."
