He pulls me up onto the couch and I straddle him, arching my back to grind myself down against him. I feel his hardness between my legs and groan with shock as he presses tighter against me. He pulls off my shirt and tosses it aside and unhooks my bra, letting it drop forward and onto the floor. He kisses my chest, my breasts, licks my nipples, pulls my hair tighter until I’m leaning back with my hands on his knees.
His mouth is heaven and his tongue is hell, and I want to stay right there suspended between them. He licks, kisses, teases, bites my lower lip and shoulder and collarbone, and, oh, god, this is what I needed, this right here.
“I’m not letting you go anywhere,” he whispers in my ear as he grips my ass tight and squeezes it. “You’re all mine, you understand me? You’re mine, every inch, every bit of you. I need you to know that, Gracie. I need you all.”
“I want to give it to you,” I moan as I roll my hips and grind harder. “Please, Calvino.” I’m begging, but for what?
But he knows without having to be told. He turns me and pins me down onto the couch and slowly peels off my leggings until I’m wearing nothing but a pair of black panties. I’m breathing hard and his mouth is all over me, kissing my neck, my breasts, my hips, my inner thigh, and my back arches as I grab his hair and pull it when he rips my panties down and rolls his tongue along the folds of my pussy. I’m soaking wet and ringing with want and need and pleasure, but he’s growling, and he’s not done with me yet.
His shirt comes off. The muscles on his chest ripple and the tattoos along his skin are like a map or a constellation of his pain. I sit up on one elbow as he kisses me and I touch his chest, tracing the lines along him, feeling his cut abs until I reach his belt.
I tug it off. I unbutton his pants and unzip him. His eyes burn into mine. I want him bare and open, like me.
We both know. God, he knows.
“I want it,” I whisper. “Please.”
“That’s all you had to say, little thief.”
He takes off his pants and his boxer briefs and his thick, long cock presses against me as he leans over and we kiss. I feel him pressing along my soaking, dripping wet folds, god, so fucking thick, and I moan as I roll my hips and grind against his shaft, wanting him so badly it hurts. He moves back and sits as he pulls me up onto my hands and knees on the couch, and I spread my legs as his fingers tease my pussy apart in slow, amazing strokes, while I lean over him and take his cock into my mouth.
“Get me nice and wet,” he whispers as I slide down and let my spit roll along his shaft. “Get me soaked, Gracie. Nice and soaking wet, just like your pussy. That’s a good girl.” His fingers drive me wild and I’m moaning as I suck him faster and faster, pleasure rocking into my skull like taking a boxer’s punches. I’ve never felt this way before, so utterly free and in the moment, nothing but him, Calvino, my Calvino, his thick cock and the pleasure and the pain I know he’s going to give me.
He spanks my ass and I gasp and pull back. He sinks his fingers inside of me and I suck his tip faster and harder. I’m being sloppy and I don’t care as I take him as deep as I can.
He groans and teases my clit. “There’s nothing better than your pretty mouth wrapped around my hard cock while you moan. God damn, Gracie, you are so beautiful, and this ass was made to be spanked, this pussy was built to be fucked, and you fit me in a way I’ve never been fit before.”
I pull back and gasp, stroking him fast. “Please, Calvino,” I say, pleading with him to put me out of my misery.
And he does.
He pushes me back onto the couch, spreads my legs wide, and presses his tip against my entrance. I’m shivering, trembling with nerves, but he kisses me gently. “Don’t worry, little thief,” he whispers, and slowly he slides himself inside of me.
I gasp, back arching. He fills me up like nothing I’ve felt before. I’m stretched to the max and breaking and it hurts, fuck, it hurts, it stings and burns, but beneath that pain there’s something else—a bone-deep pleasure, so raw and intense I can barely stand it. He moves slowly at first, kissing me, whispering in my ear, “You’re so fucking beautiful, so perfect and gorgeous, your pussy’s like heaven and I could die on your lips, you feel so good, I want to taste you my entire life,” and his words soothe me as he begins to move faster, filling me to the brim, making pleasure spill over me like burning hot water.