Her hand is small and warm. She doesn’t fight me and pushes the palm of her hand against my dick. Fuck. I’m going to come in my pants like a pimple-faced pubescent. I push my dick into her hand and control my breathing as she works her hand up and down my length.
“Enough,” I grit between my teeth. Her body stills and I take her hands in mine, then spin around and pin her to the wall. “This is your last chance to break free and leave. I won’t be held responsible for what happens if you stay.”
I loosen my hold on her wrists, but she makes no attempt to break free. A growl forms in my throat and I hold her with one hand, bringing my other to the waistband of her shorts. I undo the snap and she gasps. I feel her stomach suck in as I slide my fingers down her front and cup her pussy.
“Fuck, Gia.” She’s drenched. I easily slip two fingers into her, and she clenches around them. “Cazzo.” I can’t wait for her to do that around my dick.
Foreplay isn’t an option. I’m too far gone, and by the coating on my fingers, she’s more than ready. I’ve warned her, given her plenty of time to run from me, but she stays firmly planted against the wall of the house.
I slip my hand from her pants and bring my fingers to my lips, licking them while locking my gaze on hers. Her amber eyes are big and round. It’s too dark for me to read them, but by the way her body responds to me, I can tell she wants this.
“Take off your clothes,” I tell her as I reach for my billfold, praying I still have a condom in it. I find it and undo my belt, dropping my pants around my knees. I plan on fucking her every chance I can get, so I don’t care that this first time is going to be quick.
It’s not about emotions or feelings. It’s purely a fuck. I won’t feel guilty about banging her against the side of the house.
Gia reaches for my shirt and works at the buttons. I pause before opening the condom wrapper and watch her fingers fumble with the buttons. When I fuck a woman against a wall it doesn’t matter if my shirt is on or off. My chest isn’t what they’re after. I don’t need or want to be touched by them, so I’ve never given staying half-clothed a second thought.
She stands before me, naked except for a thin bra, and all I can think of is getting skin on skin. I stay still as she works the buttons. I don’t move my arms, keeping my shirt on but open. When she slides her hands across my chest, my dick stretches to reach her. Not exactly, but hell if it isn’t trying.
If her hands on my bare chest feel this good, what will they feel like on my cock? I don’t have to wonder for long. I look up and watch as her tongue darts out and licks her bottom lip. Her hand slips lower, the tip of my erection brushes against her knuckles. I nearly combust.
I drop to my knees and roughly snake my hand under her calf and drape it over my shoulder as I plunge my tongue into her pussy. I work her clit with my fingers, spreading her lips as I curl my tongue inside her. She moans and says my name, driving me to plunge deeper. I spread her thighs with my hands and stroke her with my thumbs.
Gia yanks at my hair, then screams my name as her hands slap at the wall behind her. I meet her rhythm as she pushes herself onto my face. God, the woman is feral, begging for more. I can sit here all night on my knees with my mouth between her legs.
“Rocco. Oh my God!” Her body twitches under my touch, the tremors and aftershocks lasting longer than I’ve ever witnessed before.
My cock twitches, reminding me how neglected it is. I wait for Gia to come down from her orgasm then bring her foot back to the ground. I rise to stand and wipe the back of my hand across my mouth.
Her body heaves as she catches her breath. Her head is tipped back, her eyes closed. She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Ever been with. There’s nothing fake about her. From her soft tits to the hair between her legs. She’s natural, free, and is going to leave a mark on me after I fuck her.
I tear open the condom wrapper and cover my cock. If I was a nice guy, I’d bring her inside, lay her on the couch or even the floor. I’d ask if she’s okay. If she’s ready. But I’m not.
I step into her space. She opens her eyes, half-mast and hazy from her orgasm.
“My cock is so fucking hard right now. You better be ready.” I use my leg to spread her more and lift her thigh around my hip. She lifts the other and wraps both legs around my waist. I push her hard against the wall. She’s ready. I’m ready. Gia’s nails dig into my shoulders. I don’t wait. I ram my rock-hard dick into her, and she screams.
She’s. So. Damn. Tight. It happens so fast. The smooth glide of my cock through her wetness. Her fingers digging deep into my shoulders. My hands gripping her round ass. I pull out an inch and ready myself to ram her again as I realize what I felt.
“Cazzo.” I squeeze her ass so hard I know it’ll leave bruises. I don’t care. She’s deceived me. “What the fuck was that, Gia?” I growl.
I glare at her closed eyes, fuming but unable to pull out of her. She clenches her pussy around my cock, and I groan.
“Cazzo. Stop.” How is it that I’m the one begging to stop?
“What’s...wrong?” She tilts her hips into me, wanting more, her mouth lax, her head tipped back in pure bliss.
How? Why? I dig deep into my rage. My anger. My past. “You’re a fucking virgin. I don’t fuck virgins,” I bite.
“I...” she swallows the rest of her words, and my eyes gravitate to her bare neck.
“You’re a fucking virgin,” I say again.
Virgins are a hard no for me. Always have been. Always will be.
Until Gia.
I should pull out. I should ask if she’s okay. I should walk away.