Page 48 of Valentine's Slave

“Don’t move,” I warn him, fearful that he’s about to start pounding.

“Don’t be scared, Ava,” he murmurs in my ear, stroking my hair back from my sweaty forehead. “I’m going to take care of you.”

My name on his lips sends a sizzle of warmth through me. I’m breathing fast, still moaning, distracted by his hand on my pussy, his fingers playing and twisting and pulsing. I move very slowly back and forth against his dick, but there’s hardly any room for it, and I begin to tense up. It must be about halfway in, I’m guessing, but I feel myself beginning to close off, panic filling me.

“It’s intense,” I murmur. I’m afraid to move now because every little movement increases the pressure.

“Remember what I told you,” Valentino says, his hand rubbing my neck now, massaging down into my muscles, pressing me deep and hard so that I don’t think about his dick in my ass. “Let the feelings in. Don’t fight them.”

He keeps massaging my neck in tandem with my pussy, flicking my clit, rubbing slowly and then faster.

The pressure lessens as all the feelings begin to blend together, and I don’t know where his fingers end and his dick begins. My breathing deepens and my mouth opens as I close my eyes, letting myself go completely limp against the bed.

“Just like that,” Valentino murmurs. “Let me inside you. Feel me pleasuring you. Surrender to the sensations and let them take you high.”

The pleasure curls inside me, and then, as I release my breath, I feel something loosen. It’s like a physical release, and I gasp out as Valentino’s dick slides all the way inside effortlessly. It suddenly feels like there’s more space.

A moan escapes my lips as his hands continue to knead my neck and pussy. He fingers my clit, and I sigh long and slow, a smile curving my lips. My ass feels like warm jelly, wet and full.

Moaning, I arch my back against his chest, rolling my hips against him, feeling his dick inside me, little bursts of pleasure moving inside me with every thrust.

Valentino keeps moving both his hands against me, and then he takes control, thrusting faster, plunging his dick all the way inside. My ass feels more like my vagina now, with plenty of room for him to slide in and out. The pleasure churns inside me, as he thrusts slowly, rubbing and caressing my skin.

It’s like I’m drunk, but without alcohol. I’m lost in the moment and giving myself wholly to the sensations. I feel him drive through my body, his hips slapping against my ass with every thrust.

I arch my back harder, my breasts pressing forward against the bed, my nipples rubbing against the bedsheets, turning me on. Now Valentino has both hands on my shoulders, pushing me forward as he fucks me hard and deep, groaning himself.

With his arms around me, he cups my breasts and twists my nipples, and I whimper, feeling the spike of pain sizzling with the pleasure of him thrusting into my ass.

Dropping one hand to my pussy, he tortures my clit while he fucks me hard and fast, and everything inside me squeezes and releases, contractions rolling through my core while I moan and buck against him, mouth open, eyes closed, hands still pulled up tight above my head against the headboard. I’m his slave, bound and blindfolded while he buries his dick in my ass, making me scream and shake.

He groans out his own release, and I feel his dick throbbing inside me.

When we both fall silent and still, Valentino wraps his arms around me, one hand over my breasts, the other across my hips, pulling me to his chest, his dick still inside.

“What does my little slave think of anal sex?” he murmurs in my ear.

I’m on a high, not ready to come down yet. The haze is even stronger than last night because I’m more present in the moment. I’m not numbed from it.

“Fuuuuuck, I had no idea,” I murmur, rolling my ass against his crotch.

Valentino chuckles, squeezing my hip.

“I knew you would like it,” he says. “Now, tell me what happened in the past.”

“It was shit. He tried to stick his dick in without doing fingers or toys first, and he tried to go hard without waiting for me to get used to it.”

“Amateur mistakes.” Valentino shakes his head. “And oral sex?”

“He was selfish,” I say. “He wanted it all the time, and most times he was gross and smelly.”

“You deserve much more than that, Ava,” Valentino says, hugging me tight, his warm body pressed against mine.

I melt inside again, just a little bit. And today, I can’t blame it on the alcohol.

“Thanks.”

I don’t know why I’m tearing up. Maybe I’m just extra emotional after sex. I’m glad that Valentino holds me close and doesn’t rush it. I have a feeling he likes the snuggles just as much as I do. I judged him harshly at first, but after getting to know him a little bit, he doesn’t seem half bad.

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