overpower her and take what I want, but I don't want to scare her off. I want to pretend she can do what she wants without consequences, only to punish her for everything a moment later. So I let her straddle me, rub her tight little snatch all over my crotch and leave traces of wetness over my pants. I enjoy myself, knowing she's going to pay for being such a wanton little slut soon enough.
She grabs my hands and places them on her tits.
With my eyes zeroed in on her pretty face, I massage her breasts and pinch her nipples until they turn into puckered peaks, begging to be taken inside my mouth. I want to abuse her innocent body. Every moment spent like this means I have to fucking hold back. If I didn't, she'd be bent over by now, fucking begging me for mercy. But I'll play the nice guy for a little while longer. I'll pretend she holds the power here even though we both know?? could have her on her back and helpless in a matter of seconds.
Every time I move, a look of fear passes over her face.
The way it mixes with the pure passion she's exhibiting excites me. I've had my fair share of women, but none of them made me feel like this. Marzia drives me fucking crazy and her time is running out, because if she keeps teasing me the way she has been doing, I'm going to lose my goddamn mind real fucking fast.
"Ride me," I order her in a low growl.
She gasps before pulling my cock free and admiring it.
"Hold it. Look at it. Spit on it."
She smiles before doing as she's told.
It makes me throb and twitch with excitement. "That's right, bambina," I mutter. "Fucking jerk it with your hand. Show me how well you follow instructions."
Marzia's eyes widen as she pumps my cock with her fist.
She's clumsy, but because it's her who's doing this, I'm rock-fucking hard. There's no way I could've ever resisted her. Thinking we could be under the same roof and I wouldn't touch her at all was foolish as fuck. I know now I'll never be able to take my hands off her. Every thought, every moment, I'm fucking consumed with the desire to own her. To make her mine. To ensure she only kneels for one man and one man alone. Me.
"Put it inside you," I bark at her.
She raises her hips and toys with my cockhead, positioning it at her entrance and moaning as she teases her entrance with my cock.
I'm getting really fucking close and I've had enough, so I grab her by the shoulders and push her down on my cock, impaling her on my thickness and making her moan my name out loud.
I know it's her first time, but I'm not a gentle man. She can take it. She'll have to get used to it, because I'm going to be rough with her. Because I fucking can, and want to. And those are the only two reasons I need.
Marzia's eyes widen. She seems to be caught in some sort of dream state, biting her lower lip as she feels my cock pulsing and growing inside her.
Maybe I should feel guilty for stealing her virginity, for depriving her of a wonderful, precious wedding night with the man her parents picked for her.
But I don't give a damn.
She starts moving her hips on top of me, without being told to do so. Each time she grinds down on my cock, a little moan escapes her lips.
I smirk, knowing I've got her right where I fucking want her. Her sweet pussy stretches to accommodate me, accepting my cock deeper and deeper inside its sweet, silky folds. I feel myself getting closer, my cock desperately throbbing with the need to unload inside her. But I'm nowhere near done yet.
I've waited long enough for this to want to prolong it as much as I can.
As a gasp of pain escapes Marzia's lips, as she tries to pull back.
I grab her by the hips and hold her in place instead. "You're not going any-fucing-where," I hiss at her. "Not until you've milked my cock of every. Single. Drop."
"Fuck," she breathes, continuing to ride my cock with determination. "It hurts..."
"Too much?" I demand.
Her eyes meet mine, and she gives a barely perceptible shake of her head.
I again, smirk. "Then keep fucking going until I tell you to stop."