Page 69 of Massimo
I frame her face with my hands. "I'll spend a lifetime making it up to you if I need to, princess."
A soft cry rattles from her lips, and she shakes her head. "Please…don't. Don't do me dirty like that, Massimo."
She thinks this is a test, a game. Something where I'm going to draw her in, then drop the hammer to make her learn another hard-learned lesson that the monsters in her world are the ones in control and always win.
She has part of it right—hermonster will win—but she has yet to learn that she's the one in control.
I tilt my head back to stare at her. I love her in my lap, and I fucking love taking care of her. "May I undress you, princess?"
She bites her bottom lip. "I thought…"
Leaning forward, I tug her lip free with my teeth and suck it into my mouth. The shiver that courses through her and the immediate tilting of her hips, trying to seek contact with me, makes me smile.
"I may not be sinking every inch of my big cock into you tonight, but I plan on worshipping that beautiful pussy"—her breath hitches—"along with every inch of you, princess."
A devious glint sparks in her eyes, and she lowers to put more pressure on her jean-clad pussy over my obscenely tented pants. "You've mentioned a few times now how endowed you are. Are you possibly overcompensating for something?"
The little hellcat.
I absolutely love that she feels brave enough to let her real self show with me.
I give her a lazy smile. "How about you see for yourself, princess?"
Uncertainty flashes over her face; partly, I think, because I'm not taking control and driving this scene.
Then she slowly nods.
I lean back on the bed and prop myself up on my elbows so she has easy access. There's a slight tremble in her hands as she reaches for my belt, but her movements are steady and sure. She undoes my belt, then the button of my pants before slowly pulling down the zipper.
When she parts the fabric of my pants, my cock doesn't spring free because I wear tight boxer briefs. I wasn't overcompensating or over-inflating—no pun intended—my size. The boxer briefs keep the beast in my pants caged, so to speak.
She stares down at the thick bulge outlined by the compressive, black material. When her hand reaches for the waistband, and her skin connects with mine, we both suck in sharply at the sensation. Having her naked and pressed against me will be goddamn heaven.
Biting her bottom lip, she pulls the waistband, and I lift my hips so the boxers slide down. My thick length springs free and slaps my stomach.
"Holy shit," she gasps, her eyes popping wide. My cock jerks as she stares in something akin to fascinated horror and panic ripples over her face. "That will never fit."
She scrambles back like my cock is a weapon aimed at her, and I sit up, pulling her into my lap. I run one hand up and down her back while the other catches her chin.
"Massimo." She's scared and on the verge of whimpering.
"We'll take it slow, sweetheart."
I have to remind myself she'sentirelyuntouched and pure. She admitted she's never even touched herself—which is something I need to unpack with her because I'm certain it has something to do with that house of horrors she grew up in—but I don't push that topic for now.
She's staring down at my cock nestled between our clothed bodies. When her eyes lift to mine again, there's still panic and alarm, but there's desire and need there now, too.
I brush my lips over hers. I've never been this tender with anyone; I've never wanted to show anyone this side of me. Hell, I didn't even know this side of me existed.
"Let me take care of you, princess."
Her hands settle on either side of my face, her breath mingling with mine. Her hair is like waves of silk as it falls forward to frame us.
She nods. But before I can do as I intended, she eases off my lap and stands.
Standing before me—so small, but her might and strength growing infinitely—she does as I had regrettably ordered her to do in the basement.
She strips. Slowly revealing every glorious inch of herself to me.
