by Avery Aster
“What do you fancy?” I’ve got a few things in mind.
He pulled her into him, but that time by his own accord. His dark eyes blazed intensity. Raising her chin, he asked, “What are you going to give me in return?” He kissed her.
The warmth from his lips melted the tension in her jaw. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been in a man’s arms twice in one day. He felt wonderful. She wanted other parts of him in her mouth, too.
“Masi.” She mumbled her little nickname for him aloud for the first time as their lips moved together. Their tongues touched, tasted, and she struggled to breathe. Lex felt as though she’d pass out if they kept going. Each time she’d gasp for air, he’d fill her lungs with his sweet breath. Every square inch became sensitive and aware, and a giddy tingle washed over her.
“I want you, Lex Easton,” he moaned, pressing his hand over her backside and pulling her in with a tight force. Massimo plunged his tongue deeper into her mouth. Their noses meshed, and as he pulled his face from hers, he wiped the dampness from his forehead. She noticed and wondered if she made him nervous.
“Bring it on, my prince!” She brought her right leg up around his left, bringing him even closer to her body. Lex didn’t want to let him go. She craved more. Unsure what came over her, she leaned forward and kissed him back with feverish intent as her breasts grazed his chest and desire exploded inside her. Her nipples became hard, craving his touch, his fingers, his mouth. She fell against the sofa, where he shoved her sundress up around her waist.
He studied her lacy thong. She loved him looking, more than ever when he ground his hips against her. “Seì bellissima,” he murmured, nuzzling her earlobes. “Do you know how beautiful you are?”
“Tell me again and again,” she joked, getting more at ease with his compliments. Massimo’s words echoed in her ear.
“I told you the dress looked good on you. I bet it will look even better off you.” He grinned.
“Touch me.” She took his right hand and placed it over her panties, letting his thumb hook on her fabric. Rip it off, already!
His fingers glided up her bare stomach and tickled her with pleasure. Upon each caress, his lips kissed her body. He tugged on the little carnation bow centered on her G-string. “What do we have here, bella?” With both hands, he lowered the ivory fabric which kept her private, wrapping the metallic lace between his fingers, and she became exposed—vulnerable and naked in his arms. But he didn’t lower his own slacks, though his zipper seemed as if it would split his linens, revealing his hung loins at any minute.
“Take off your pants,” she bossed. She was a Manhattanite, after all. What did he expect?
“Patience, my bella. I favor taking my time. You’re too beautiful to rush, and I want this to last as long as possible.” He brushed her lips with his pointer and middle finger. With a slow drop of her jaw, she opened her mouth as he inserted two fingers over her tongue. “Such a tight, hot mouth. My cock on your lips and down your throat will do you some good, bella. Your tongue is too sharp.”
Your dirty talk is turning me on!
“Mmmmm,” she mumbled. Sucking his fingers, pretending they were his cock instead, she tasted him. His skin felt calloused, rough, and yet his nails were groomed and smooth. Lex swallowed, imagining for a second it was his load going down her throat. She removed his fingers from her mouth. “This is what I’ll be doing to your cock soon enough.” She spoke with confident poise, although she felt anything but. Where in the hell did that come from?
It turned him on. His eyes widened with excitement.
“Good girl, bella. I love the way your tongue feels against my fingers. I can’t wait to be inside you,” he continued with a gaze into her eyes.
“Sounds good to me. Let’s go, Masi.” Sweet tiramisu, his voice is making me wet. His words reverberated in her head as a spell cast to unleash her deepest fantasies. She wanted to be his utopia. Massimo’s coolness combined with determination terrified her—in a good way.
“I bet you’re soaked for me, bella.” He shoved his fingers back into her mouth. His commanding, deep, baritone voice was hypnotic.
I am now. Her pussy creamed while listening to him speak, while his tone vibrated throughout her entire body.
“Yes, yes, Masi.” For a second, her entrepreneurial brain imagined recording him speak, selling it on iTunes, calling it Come While Massimo Talks. Women could charge up their Masi’s Salami vibrators, lie on their beds, play his voice and off they’d go—to Sunflower Island. Jesus Fucking Christ.
“Let me touch you. Let me feel your wetness, bella.”
Touch me, for sure. Feel me, you bet. Fuck me, let’s go.
Massimo pulled his two wet fingers from her mouth as she whispered, “Do it.” Saliva strings connected his two fingers, resembling fine silk.
“I want you dripping, begging me to take you.” He then re-licked his fingertips and pushed one inside her.
Yes, yes, yes. A pleasurable moan rose in her throat as he went deeper, stimulating her clit with his thumb. A vibration hummed through her body. Her womanhood found its own tune chiming through her, following the conductor’s direction. It was set to an Italian station that was for sure.
Bliss. Ecstasy. Joy.
“More. Give me more,” she panted.
“Breathe,” he instructed.
Exhaling, she tried to calm down. Always in control, always giving orders, yet for once she’d take his lead and let a man tell her what to do. Oh, sweet Christian Dior, I’ve needed this. Her eyes rolled into darkness as she closed her fluttering lids to savor the movement. She arched her back, lowered her right hand and placed it over his, encouraging him to go further. “Yes, deeper. I want more.”
“You’re tight.” Massimo’s fingers glided faster, harder, deeper. He went in and out, following her verbal cues.
Fuuuuuuck. “What—what are you doing to me?” She held on to his massive biceps to brace herself for what came next as he worked her body beneath his.
His face was focused, his forearms taut as his fingers danced inside her.
She gasped.
“I am giving you pleasure and taking satisfaction in return. Now, lie back and enjoy yourself.” He gave her a nod to do as told.
“Take me, Masi.” Relaxing against the sofa, she trusted his embrace.
He lifted her legs higher off the sofa’s edge as he balanced at her side.
“Touch yourself for me. I want to watch you,” he ordered as he guided her hands over her pussy, giving her permission to masturbate while he stared.
Lex rubbed her clit while he massaged her butt. His thumb pad rested on her anus.
“Bella,” he panted. Massimo leaned down and licked inside her ass.
“Wait, what?” she asked, surprised and squirming in her seat because it felt cool against her skin.
“My fingers tell me your ass needs to be disciplined and broken in a bit.” Massimo spoke his mind as he yanked her by the hips closer to his face. “Broken in a lot, bella.”
Lord Almighty.
He pushed his thumb inside her asshole.
“Masi has a fetish,” she joked in a sing-song voice, trying to breathe. “My ass can’t take a cock like yours. I wouldn’t be able to sit for days.” She lifted a little higher, teasing him and taking the burn from his fingers.
“Weeks, bella. Not days but weeks afterward, you won’t be able to sit. Sì, sì, sì.” He spread her ass flesh apart while pressing her clit with his other hand. Her nub burned sensitive and became hard as he touched, rubbed and fingered. “Your pussy is tight. Between that and your ass, I’m having a hard time deciding which my cock may take first.”
Lex clenched her hungry cunt around his fingers. “Start with the front!” she shouted as she touched herself, getting wetter by the second. He indeed pushed her to the limits. She’d go beyond his if he dared.
Double penetration pleasure. Her mind went blank, purity washed over her. For the first time in a long time, she�
��d thought about nothing but herself, her needs, her wants. She couldn’t even speak—no refusal, nothing. Her sharp tongue had been muted, swelling in her mouth.
“Come for me, Lex. I want you to come on my fingers.” Her walls flipped over in spasms as his fingers went in deeper. His movements built into frenzy.
“Ummm. Huh. Umm.”
“Do it, bella.”
“Zip it.” She tapped his shoulder with her foot. I’m concentrating on me for a change.
“Do not resist me, bella. You do as told,” Massimo reprimanded her, sliding both sets of fingers deeper into her ass and pussy. He laughed as her body spasmed.
“Fuck! Massssssssssssi.”
“Let yourself go. Come now.” Fingers danced up and down her clit, and the other hand pushed her ass beyond exciting boundaries.
Her warmth grew by the second until, lips trembling, arms shaking, she stiffened her legs.
“Yes, yeSS, yESSS, YESSSS.” She gripped his strong arms, sinking her nails into his flesh.
Contractions increased as she tightened around his fingers, taking his hand farther inside her. One, two, three spasms released as her pussy creamed arousal. The racecar and jet tension became exhaust. Every worry in the world escaped her body as it entered his stratosphere.
Reaching forward, he kissed her. “Good, bella. You came all over my arms.” He brought his wet hand up to her bottom lip with the implication to taste.
“No—”
“Stop saying no to me. Lick it up, bella.” He grazed his thumb over her lip. With his other hand, he grabbed her jaw and gave her a gentle tap across the cheek. Her pussy squirted more hotness when he showed her he was boss. “Suck.” His eyebrows arched as his deep brown eyes widened. Massimo shoved his creamed fingers inside her shaky mouth. “Bella is learning.”
Sweet and salty, she noted, tasting her own juices. Sucking on his fingers, she gazed up into his brown eyes. Lex confirmed he’d seen how far she’d go. Push my limits, Masi. I’ll push yours right back. His power was hypnotic. Nevertheless, Massimo didn’t have a clue what he was in for.
His pupils widened, getting off on watching her taste herself.
Lex shoved both hands away when he went to grab her jaw again. “Fuck me.”
“Shhh,” he hushed her. “I am in control here. We will continue when I say so.” Massimo spread her legs farther with his hands and lowered his face to her pussy.
“Don’t shush me. Eat my pussy.” She moved her hips out to the side, play-spanking her vulva with a quick tap from her right hand.
“Bella!” Massimo’s face shot up in shock to her own pussy smack. His eyes narrowed as his mouth’s corners turned up, acknowledging her game. “Bella, bella, bella…your tease is nothing compared to what I have in store for you.”
Massimo dropped his head, his tongue playing over her folds, licking up any leftover cream. “I cannot wait to be inside you,” he said, focused on her clit and close to biting the erect hardness.
“Oh.” She held on to his shoulders, not anticipating his teeth scraping her clit.
Snarling and possessed, he buried his nose and his tongue deep inside her. His left hand’s wet fingers slid in and out of her ass. “Once I take one, I’ll drill the other.” He threw her hands up over her head. Climbing on her, Massimo pinned her hands down and pulled her hair back, jerking her upper body to lie flat on the sofa. It didn’t hurt. Rather, it turned her on.
My Lord. He grabbed my face—I came. He then pulled my hair and I squirted. “Fuck me. Come on. Stop making me beg.” His ownership deserved her submission. But enough talking—insert your dick in me already.
“Such a New Yorker. You won’t shut up ’til I give you what you want.” He unzipped his pants as the linen slacks slid down his thick legs. Handsome black pubes were exposed as he tugged his pants down further, revealing his—
“That’s not what I saw at the pool,” she gasped, wallowing in scared nerves all of a sudden.
“Poolside, I’m somewhat soft. With bella, I’m very hard,” he said with his self-assurance. Massimo gripped his cock between two hands and, turning to his side, showcased his length.
“Jesus.” Holy prince to my pussy cracker. She swallowed hard, having second thoughts.
“Careful what you ask for.” He glided his dick into alignment with her pussy. “Considering you, bella, do not ask. You seem to demand. You are too bossy.” Massimo gave the public service announcement.
“What—what did I demand, Masi?” she asked, despite knowing she’d hurried him up, breaking him from his ritual. Lex always received what she wanted. And at that moment, she realized he’d punish her with his cock over it. Holding on to the sofa’s edge for dear life, she felt another pulse go through her.
“Signorina Easton’s retribution,” he replied, teasing her and thrashing his monster dick over her lower lips.
Thap, thap, thap.
Tongue-tied, she couldn’t get a word out. She trembled. “Ahhah, I’m coming again. Shit. Shit. Shit.” The wave swelled up. “Masi, give me your dick, baby. Fuck!” Lex opened her wet eyes and watched as he pulled his thin sheath back, rubbing his bulbous head against her cunt. Her mind tripped countless quivers. Ohhhhhhh.
“Hold on to my shoulders, bella. I’m going to drill you good.” He groaned and grunted in pleasure, thumping his thick cock up and down, back and forth in her wetness, knowing she swelled up for another round.
“Ahhh, shit.” She stirred in excitement, realizing she could take him. If he fucked her after she came, she’d be ready. But God, it’s been so long. She wanted him to know this was special. “I don’t—”
“You don’t what?” he asked. “Make love to royals often?” he joked, dropping between her legs once again, tonguing her pussy and fingering her ass as she squirted.
She hissed “yesssss” over another mini-orgasm as it pulsed through her, so he dipped his tongue harder into her. “Fuck. Christ. Fuck!” She sat up, contracting in pleasure almost convulsing. Lex gripped his shoulders, watching his jaw tense. “I don’t…” She couldn’t breathe or reason, let alone answer his lame-ass questions. Masi’s gonna make me come over and over again. This is more pussy play than I can remember.
“You do not make love to Italianos?” he asked as he pulled a condom from his back pocket. Tearing off the foil wrapper, he slipped the latex over his shaft. “What is it?” He held on to his base with his right hand, pressing her folded entry apart with the thick head. Massimo lubed his cock using her dripping juices.
Both ankles were held up by his left hand.
Lex felt weightless in the air for him to pound her. “Stop teasing me.” She dropped her head as she came again. The mere thought of Massimo’s thick dick nesting at her entry became more than she’d imagined. She reached for her tits, tugging her nipples. “Jesus, fuck! I’m coming again.”
Edging her back into the sofa, she reached for his cock, helping him fuck her. Lex squirted over his chest. She’d never experienced a back-to-back-to-back orgasm.
Massimo smiled. “Lots for you to lick up later, my bella.”
She pulled her hair back, sitting up with satisfaction. “I’m so done with your licking games.” She tensed her legs to end the sex game. If he didn’t fuck her right that second, she was leaving—with her fabrics. “I came, I saw, I came again. I have things to do.”
“Bella is not going anywhere.” He pressed on her legs, fingering her again. “We’re not in a hurry. I will enjoy you all afternoon if I so desire.” He buried his face in her pussy, nesting her clit’s hard bud between his lips.
“I-I give up.” She melted like butter in his hands. “You are good at this.” She’d give him as much.
“Now, bella, what were you going to tell me?” He sat back up and inserted just the tip into her eager pussy. It appeared he enjoyed talking in bed, a lot. She’d comply and play into this.
Determined as ever, she held on to Massimo’s broad shoulders to brace herself. “I don’t, as a rule,” She i
nhaled, leaning into him. “I don’t have casual sex often.” There, she’d confessed.
“You’re frigid?” he asked, holding her ankles tight as he steadied his cock.
“No. I’m outta practice is all, since my last boyfriend.” She moaned, trying to tighten her muscles around the head, hoping he’d push farther inside. Come on.
“How long has it been?” He exuded great composure.
Stroking his shaft, she urged him to shove forward. “It’s hard managing a company and having a personal life. I can’t do it all.” American Express doesn’t accept orgasms as payment. But my twat will take your Massimo Euro.
She grabbed on to his hips, hoping he’d thrust deep inside her.
He ripped the condom off, throwing it onto the floor.
Noooo…don’t stop…WTF.
“You make me crazy with need.” Massimo crossed her legs and gave her a peck on the cheek in a cousin fashion.
You…princey poo-spoiled, Indiana Jones-daring, Evian bottle-endowed, JFK Jr.-faced…dick! I’m soooo back to hating you again. You tease! Panting with fury, she rested against the velvet sofa cushion. Her lips had been kissed by such a force. Her clit had been stimulated by a bite. And her asshole—Lord, how he fingered her tight asshole as if it were her pussy. Lex couldn’t tell the different between the two pleasure points. They were flooding over her all at once. She thought she’d given up on sexual pussy man-touching happiness.
Massimo remained powerful. But Lex, she gave intensity.
Why the fuck did he stop? He knew how good he’d be for her. “Masi, my pussy and ass spoke and told me that was—”
“Stupefacente,” he finished for her as he pulled her to stand. “Get dressed.”
WTF?
To Hell with Thelma & Louise, Gimme a Fuck-It Bucket
“Put your panties on. Get dressed.” I must put her on a flight to NYC. Sì, Lex can fly home with her shipment. Two things came from having her in his arms. First, it confirmed Lex wanted him. Second, he knew she’d be incapable of anything casual.
An exclusive happened in his life once, with his former love Marcella. It was a love as no other, back when he believed in monogamy and wanted one woman forever. Until his father interfered, trying to teach him women were pretty playthings to be enjoyed in multiples. Never would he allow himself to become vulnerable again. Those feelings were on lockdown in his heart’s far-off corner. He needed to get Lex on the next flight back to New York. She could take her fabrics and get the hell out.
