Page 80 of Too Hard to Resist

‘Confident little thing, aren’t you?’

‘Let’s see if you are calling me “little” when I put this inside you.’ He gestured towards his cock. ‘Are you ready?’

‘Sì,’ I panted.

Romeo grabbed his cock, lined it up at my entrance then slammed inside me.

I cried out. He was right. There was nothing small about the giant pipe that he’d just buried inside me.

‘Stai bene?’ he asked, checking if I was okay.

‘Sì,’ I confirmed, gripping his bum cheeks and pushing him deeper.

As I took in the sight of Romeo in front of me and watched as his cock sank into me, I was dizzy with desire.

I’d dreamt about having sex with Romeo for so long and I couldn’t believe it was finally happening. And it was even better than I’d imagined.

Our hips moved in perfect rhythm as he filled me up.

Whilst he continued pumping into me, he leant forward and pulled the fabric of my bra down, exposing one breast, and then moved to the other.

‘Che tette spettacolari.’ He licked his lips. ‘Your boobs are beautiful.’ He took a nipple in his mouth and sucked it slowly, almost tipping me over the edge.

I was so used to men commenting on how small my boobs were. But Romeo looked at me like I was his favourite topless model.

Romeo ran his hands over my breasts then froze.

‘Scusi! I forgot about the clay.’

‘I don’t care,’ I said. ‘Cover me with it if you want. Just keep fucking me.’

Romeo pounded into me, harder and faster as he squeezed my nipples.

I couldn’t believe I was getting fucked on a pottery table by the hottest man I’d ever laid eyes on, with clay all over my tits. Never in my wildest fantasies would I have imagined a scene like this.

Those thoughts alone sent me hurtling close to the edge.

But when Romeo tookmyhand, placed my fingers on my clit and started circling it, I knew I was on the verge of erupting.

‘I do not want to get clay on your clit, so I need you to touch it for me,’ he growled. ‘Come for me, Sammie.’

As he slammed into me again, I tipped over the edge.

‘Romeo! Fuck, Romeo!’ I cried out as my orgasm ripped through me.

My whole body shook and I swore I saw enough stars to light up the whole of Italy.

Romeo continued pumping before letting out a guttural growl, then collapsing on me.

We both lay there, chests heaving, bodies slick with sweat.

‘That was… I don’t even have words,’ I said.

‘But good words,sì?’

‘Not good words,amazingwords.’

‘I am happy to hear that.’ Romeo lifted his head and as I took in the gorgeous sight of him, I chuckled.

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