Bend Me, Daddy
Chapter 25

NORA

He watches me as he slides two fingers into me, stretching me wider than my poor pussy's ever been, but we both know it's nothing compared to what his cock is going to do to me. He fingers me and lowers his mouth to my pussy, keeping his eyes on me as he runs his tongue over my aching clit.

"Fuck," I moan, bringing my hands to my tits, massaging them and pinching my nipples until pain mixes with the pleasure.

He gives my clit a hard suck, finger-fucking me harder until I'm screaming his name over the sound of the waves crashing on the shore and cumming so fucking hard I'm momentarily blinded. I'm so overcome by pleasure that all I can do is lay there, writhing beneath him as he sends me over the edge again.

When I start to come down, he slides his fingers out of me and licks them clean. His eyes meet mine, and the heat and need in them has me opening my thighs even wider. It's an instinct that takes over, some longburied knowledge that when your alpha looks at you like that, you spread your damn legs and give him your pussy. It feels so primal and feral, and I fucking love it.

With a growl, he positions his body over me again, pressing the head of his cock against my eager, wet pussy.

"Sì?," he asks, making sure this is really what I want.

"Yes," I say, shaking my head just in case I wasn't clear enough, and then add in a "Sì," just to be sure there's no doubt about what I want. I don't mention condoms and neither does he. That's not what either one of us wants. I want to feel him skin to skin, and when he cums, I want to feel it. I don't want anything between us. I want him claiming every damn part of me, and I want to walk back to his house sore and dripping his seed.

He gives me a sexy grin and cups my face, watching me as he slowly slides his cock into me, busting through my hymen and making me his. I wince at the pain and feel my body tense and my eyes start to water. He gives me the sweetest smile and brushes my tears away with his thumb.

"Mine," he whispers against my lips as he slams his cock in the rest of the way, burying himself inside me and locking us together.

I cling to him like the lifeline he is and try to relax. He's spreading me so wide, filling me more than I ever thought possible, and when he starts to slowly fuck me, I let out a gasp and dig my fingers into his back, clinging to him as he lights up every nerve ending in my body.

"Matteo," I gasp, feeling overcome by all the emotions and sensations running through me all at once.

He kisses me gently, whispering words in Italian against my lips, soothing me as he slowly fucks me. I'm lost to everything except him. The feel and taste of him surrounds me, consumes me, and when he starts to fuck me harder, I arch my hips up to him, meeting every hard thrust he's giving me.

Smiling against my lips, he whispers my name and does something with his hips that has him hitting my clit perfectly and sending me over the edge with a crash that has me screaming his name and writhing beneath him like some sex-crazed maniac. The feel of his big cock sliding in and out of me while I cum around him is the best damn thing I've ever felt. My pussy tightens around him, making him groan and grit his teeth to keep from joining me.

He keeps working my pussy, making my orgasm last way longer than I ever thought possible, and by the time I start to come down, I'm shaking and my ears are ringing. I let out a giddy laugh, making him smile and give me another kiss before sitting back and grabbing onto my hips.

Holding me in place, he looks down at where our bodies are connected and lets out a groan. Looking at me, he says something in Italian and watches as he slowly slides his cock out of my pussy before thrusting back into me. He fucks me harder, running his eyes over me, watching the effect he's having on me as I moan and writhe beneath him.

When I start to play with my tits, he lets out a groan and slams into me hard enough to tear a yelp from me and make my tits bounce in my hands. If it wasn't for the strong grip he has on my hips, I'd be scooting across the blanket. I watch his powerful body as he fucks me harder. His muscles tense and flex with each movement, and the sight of him takes my damn breath away.

He brings his thumb to my clit and looks at me, his green eyes dark and feral. He growls something at me, and I may not understand the words, but I understand the command, and I do as he says, obeying him as I cum with his name on my lips. His thick cock slams into me in a brutal pace that has me seeing stars that have nothing to do with being under the night sky.

My pussy clenches around him as my whole body tenses with pleasure, and he's unable to resist. He pounds into me, burying himself deeper inside me than I thought possible and says my name before pressing his mouth against mine in a hungry kiss. I cling to him, moaning at the feel of his cock swelling inside me with each pulse of his cock, shooting his seed and filling me to the fucking brim as he claims me and makes me his.

His tongue dances along mine as he cups my face and groans, thrusting inside me again until I've milked him dry and he's completely empty. He keeps himself buried inside me, kissing me gently as he murmurs in Italian, making me feel like the most precious thing in the world to him. When he lifts his head, he runs his eyes over me to make sure I'm okay. I give him a big smile that he quickly returns and run my fingers over his beautiful face, memorizing the sharp line of his jaw and the different shades of green in his eyes. My hands run down his neck and along his broad shoulders.

"More," I tell him, making him arch a dark brow at me.

I rock my hips, letting out a moan at the delicious ache I feel in my pussy. He's still semi-hard, and I'm hoping we can go another round because there's one place left he needs to claim.

He watches me with an amused grin on his face as I gently push him off me, letting out a pained moan when his cock slides out of me. I miss the feel of him immediately, but I take comfort in the fact that I can have it again anytime I want. When I'm on my hands and knees, I look over my shoulder at him and wiggle my ass. "More, Matteo," I say, giving him a big smile. "Fuck ass."

The hungry look he gives me mixed with the deep growl lets me know that he's reading my body language loud and clear.