“Uh-uh, did I say you could move?” I snap, grabbing the nape of her neck and pushing her back down.
“Too much,” she chokes, voice strained as I sink myself deeper in her tight warmth.
“You can take it,bella.Let me see your cunt swallow my cock as good as you do with your throat.”
Her only response is another garbled moan. I bury myself to the hilt, and my eyes roll from the utter fucking bliss.
“Cazzo,” I rasp. “That’s such a good girl, baby.”
I retreat long and slow, dragging my glistening dick from her warmth, enraptured by how fucking soaked she’s making me. Then, I drive into her roughly, earning a sharp gasp, followed by my name. It almost sounds like an admonishment, and it brings out a savage grin to my face.
“You can take it,” I assure. “Can you feel how tightly your pussy clings to me? Like it never wants to let me go. How deep do you think you can take me before you’re begging for me to stop?”
“I—” she gasps, when I angle her ass higher, allowing me a better angle to hit her cervix.
“That—that’s my limit,” she squeaks.
“Then let me take you to a new limit.”
Before she can protest, I fist her curls and push her head underwater. She thrashes, and I tighten my core to balance myself, so I can reach beneath her and strum her clit.
She jerks against me, and I pull my hips back, only to slam into her again, forming a steady pace while she drowns. Bubbles disturb the surface, but her pussy is tightening around me almost painfully.
Pushing her to this dangerous limit is undeniably erotic. Feeling her fight beneath my hold, unable to stop me from draining the life from her, is addicting.
What she doesn’t realize is that I’ve always held her life in my hands, and she never knew that she was trusting me to guard it.
I pull her head up, and she instinctively inhales deeply—desperately.
“Brava ragazza. You’re doing so fucking good,” I praise, rolling my hips into her. “I’m so proud of you.”
She whimpers, mumbling incoherent words. Yet, her hips push back into me, seeking more from me.
Flirting with death is a fucking thrill.
“Deep breath,bella.”
She listens while I quicken my pace, making it difficult for her to get a good breath in without huffing out a moan.
“Wait—Enzo,” she screams, feeling the narrowing window.
I don’t let her finish. I’m forcing her head back down, and a flood of bubbles rises to the surface, presumably from her screaming underwater.
She’ll have less oxygen this time, but I want to fuck her while she feels like she’s dying.
I circle her clit faster, groaning when her cunt tightens again, her legs quivering as I pick up speed. My cock is thickening, and I’m so close to coming, but I refuse to end this too soon.
Just as I begin to lose myself in her sweet pussy, she begins to fight. She’s panicking, but I push it a little longer until she bucks wildly against me. I allow her to come up, another choked gasp of breath.
I don’t relent on my pace, her watery screams somewhere between jumbled protests and high-pitched mewls of encouragement.
“Do you forgive me,piccola?”
“I can’t… Enzo, I don’t—”
“Take a deep breath. This time, keep it in,” I order. “I’m going to keep you under longer, and I don’t care how much you fight me. Your pussy gets so tight when you’re on the brink of death.”
Her response is a sob, but she does as I say and inhales as deeply as she can.