“Oh my god.”
He slowly makes his way down to my center where he slides one finger in. The sound of gushing makes me quiver. It’s too much. I can’t. His finger enters and exits in a torturously slow rhythm.
“You love the sound, don’t you? My finger inside your cunt letting your wetness spread all over my fingers. It’s music to my ears.”
This man and his dirty mouth. He adds a second finger, and I clench around them. His pace is still slow as he adds his thumb, which resides on my clit. His other hand reaches up to my stomach. He stands up and leans over me, adjusting his finger position inside me, making them go in a downward angle, hitting the spot that’s going to make me come undone. Both my arms fly out to grab something, but I find nothing to support me, I’m bent over the car. An F1 car is built with a slim front, which my back is bent over with my legs and arms on either side.
His rhythm picks up, it’s becoming too much. It’s building and building. I come undone. I open my mouth to scream but the sound is silenced by my ecstasy. Standing up, he looks me in the eye and shoves his finger that was just in my opening into his mouth. Licking off every inch of my juices. I just can’t anymore. I will say this only in my brain and not for anyone else.
“Just you wait,ragazza, that was just the first one. You haven’t even had my cock inside of that sleek, tight opening.” He smirks at me, but not his signature cocky, masochistic one. This version is primal. Animalistic.
Yes, please.
“Let’s just see if you can deliver on everything you say, pretty boy.” He chuckles while taking off his belt slowly, dropping it onto the floor. The thud echos around the garage. He slowly pulls down his zipper, taunting me in the process.
“I am no boy,ragazza. I’m a man.” He pulls the top of his boxers down. Looking me in the eye a little while doing so. He does it again.
This man is daunting, not only in a sexual way, but in an absolute prick way.
“If you don’t pull down those boxers in the next second, I will pull them off for you.”
“Do it then.” His arms dangle at the side of his body as he waits for me with a challenging look. One thing he knows is that challenges are something that I excel in.
Pushing off the car, I walk up to him slowly. I reach up to touch his top lip, sliding it down to his plump bottom one. I bring my thumb down across the center of his chest, maintaining eye contact the whole time. Finally reaching the top of his boxer briefs, I pull them down forcefully. I keep my gaze locked with his until he grabs me and kisses me again. Setting me down onto the car forcefully, he pins me down with his weight.
“You never got to see it,ragazza. Well, feel it then if you’re so eager.”
He takes his tip and rubs it against me. Everything in me spasms. I moan uncontrollably at the sensation.
“You think you’re ready, little girl? Are you ready to take the cock of a man eighteen years older than you? You talk a big game until you actually feel it rip you open, giving you such intense pleasure that you see stars. Forget about the stars you saw in the observatory; I’m about to make you see the whole fucking galaxy.”
He enters me abruptly. Luckily, I’m already extremely wet. I hate to say this, but the man is big. Well-endowed would be an extreme understatement. The feeling isn’t painful, but it’s uncomfortable at first. I almost yelped when he entered me, but I kept it in while my eyes crossed.
Before he starts moving, he lets me adjust while adorning kisses all over my body. When I know I’m ready, I start grinding against him, searching for friction. He moves slowly and it feels good, and then it feels otherworldly.
“Fuck,raggaza. You’re such a good girl for me, aren’t you?”
“Filthy words coming from such a poised man.”
“Admit it, you like it. Just a second ago, you told me you don’t need me for anything, and now look at you, begging like the whore you are.”
Why was that hot, oh my god do I have a degradation kink? NO, absolutely not. I will not stand for it.
My body is rebelling against my head. His words set my skin on fire.
“Faster.”
He listens for once in his goddamn life. He enters me and exits like his life depends on it.
“Fuck,” he groans, making me squeeze around him like a vice. A man who exhibits his pleasure makes him ten times hotter, it’s scientifically proven.
My nails knead into his skin. He pounds into me while his head nuzzles into the crook of my neck, biting and nibbling. I think I found the sex Messiah because I sure feel like I’m in heaven.
He continues to thrust in and out of me, hitting places I never even knew existed before him. Using my hand and toys occasionally fills the void for a while. But nothing compares to the feeling of a dick entering you. Everything about it is raw. Maybe it’s just his dick. I’ve never had this type of experience with any other man. Before him, I only had one boyfriend, and he never made me come. He would get off extremely fast and just leave me there. I thought it was supposed to be like that until I gave myself my first orgasm with my own hand.
That’s the sad and empowering part of it all. The sad part being the fact that most men don’t even know how to make a woman moan. The empowering part is that I can do without wanting sex constantly. Getting myself off takes me ten minutes. It really isn’t that hard, but for most men, you have to be a rocket scientist. I know my body better than any other person. No man knows how to play it better than I can.
Well, maybe Mr. Donatello does, who is currently railing me into oblivion. The orgasm builds. I’m about to feel one of the best inner and outer body experiences of my life. It enrages me almost as much as it excites me. I fucking explode and scream audibly this time. Yet again, I’m ashamed to say this, but Mr. Donatello is right. I don’t see stars, but rather the whole universe exploding in front of me.