“Have you ever been fucked in the ass, little princess?”
“No.”
“I’m taking your ass, right here.” He grabbed my conditioner and squeezed the cold, viscous liquid down my crack. “Are you ready?”
“I don’t know.” I was nervous and admittedly aroused.
He fucked my pussy hard and wedged his fingers in my ass. “Your little ass is so tight. It’s so sweet.”
His fingers sliding in and out of me, stretching me, opened up new pleasure. “Oh, that feels so good.”
He took his dick out of me and lodged it at my pucker. “You ready for me to fuck your ass?”
“Yes.”
“Relax.”
I tried to relax as he pushed forward. I had to brace against the tile, and he couldn’t get in.
He reached around and put four fingers on my clit and his lips on the back of my neck. “Relax, sweet girl. Let me take you. Let me own you.”
I groaned with the rising warmth under his fingers and relaxed. The head of his cock slid into me, and the invasion made me tense. I gasped.
“You are so fucking beautiful.” He put his other arm tight around me and grabbed my breast. I felt bound and secure, unable to do anything but let go. “This ass was made for me.”
He jammed forward, and I screamed, getting hot shower water in my mouth.
“What do you want, Contessa?”
He was asking if I was all right, and he waited for me to answer before he moved again. I needed a moment to breathe and took it. I shifted my hips until I felt better.
“I want you,” I said. “I want you to fuck my virgin ass so hard.”
He gripped me harder and pulled his dick out. The pleasure was overwhelming, reaching right to my clit, where his hand still gripped me.
“Take it,” he growled in my ear as he slammed into me again.
“Oh, God. Fuck me in the ass.”
“I love it. I love fucking your ass.”
He pumped hard, rubbing my clit and stretching my ass farther than I thought possible. I kept whispering take me take me as the feeling of an impending explosion built. I went far away in my mind, past words, past thoughts, pain, pleasure. I was only his fingers and his cock, knowing me in a way I’d never been known before.
“You’re going to come,” he said. “I can feel it.”
I grunted. The fuse sparked close to the keg, crackling and bright.
“Come on. Give it to me.”
My ass clenched and pulsed around him, and my legs dropped under me. He held me up as I had the most powerful orgasm of my life, a slow motion detonation, every piece of flak airborne in its own sweet time, trailing smoke behind. I didn’t realize I was screaming until the last bits of fiery shrapnel floated to the ground, as if I’d been unconscious. I woke to Antonio thrusting hard, slow, with a different rhythm.
“…in your ass, Contessa, si, si, si…” he whispered in Italian, sweet words I didn’t understand.
“Come, Capo. Come inside me.”
His groan was loud and final. A few more thrusts, and he molded his chest to my back, our rising and falling bodies matched in time.
“Bene.”
He kissed my shoulder. He pulled his dick from me, and I sucked in a breath.
“Bene is right,” I said.
He stood up straight, and I turned around.
“Now we should shower, no?”
I laughed, and his smile lit up the room. We washed and toweled each other dry.
“Can you stay for a few hours?” I asked. “You can still slip out in the night.”
“I have to take care of Uvoli, still. There are consequences to what happened with you and Bruno, and me. I have to talk with people.” He reached for his clothes.
“I thought I saw him at Zia’s."
"It's complex," he said. "But I can't go backward with him. He has it in his mind you mean something to me."
"He's wrong." I snapped his jacket away. It had his burned pine smell all over it. “Let me keep this. To remember you when you’re pretending you don’t own me.”
“While I’m telling lies about you?” He dropped his clothes and pulled the jacket from me.
“Tell me the lies. For practice.”
He kissed my cheek. “I will tell them I fucked her once, and she got attached. But she knows the DA and will cause us trouble if she’s hurt. I’ll say I don’t trust her. She means nothing to me.”
“Like you said about Marina?”
“It was the truth about her.” He pushed me onto the bed. “About you, I’ll lie. Say you’re not the most beautiful woman I’ve met. You’re not sexy. You’re cold, unpleasant. Nothing a man would want to keep.”
I touched his face, his lips, his stubble, his insane lashes. “What would it be like to be your girlfriend?”
He kissed my cheek and jaw. “We’d be friends first. And no touching.”
“No touching?”
“No kissing, no touching.”
“That wouldn’t work.”
He kissed my chest and breasts gently, little flicks of his tongue on my nipples. “You’d live with your parents, and I would come to visit you. We would sit and talk in the garden. Your mother would cook for me, and I would sit at the table with your family.” He moved down to my belly, exploring every inch of it. “I would see you at church. Other men would talk to you, and I’d chase them away. Your father would hate me for a while. Then he would approve. I might touch your hand when no one is looking.”
He got up on his knees and opened my legs. “I would fuck other women and you’d understand, because we hadn’t even kissed.” He brushed his lips inside my knee. “Then I’d ask your father for your hand, and when he said yes, I stop fucking other women.” He ran his tongue inside my thigh. “You’d plan the wedding, and I’d work. I’d build myself. Being young and blind, I wouldn’t see that you’re now a target for my enemies.”
He kissed my pussy gently. “You’d cry on our wedding night and call me a brute.” His tongue flicked my clit. “You’d tell your mother I’m an animal. I’d promise to never fuck you like that again. I’d promise to be tender always.” His tongue ran the length of my lips, circling the clit twice, then back to my opening. “It wouldn’t matter. You’d be part of my life. My world. You’d get hard and cunning to survive, or you’d stay gentle and die.”
“Antonio,” I whispered, “can you do it like that? Can you do it gentle?”
He crawled up until we were face to face. “Come vuoi tu.”
I pushed against him, feeling his hard cock on my pussy. My ass was sore, but I wanted him again already. He guided himself in, and I took him slowly, his shaft angled to rub against my clit.
“Oh, that’s nice.” I groaned.
He rocked against me, pushing all the way in. “You’re so sexy. I love watching you walk, how your body moves under your clothes. How beautiful. How straight you are for the world, and how you bend and cry for me. I want to go so deep in you we have the same thoughts.”
His eyes were unguarded, open, warm for me. The swelling in my pussy blossomed as I looked into his face. The sight and feeling mixed, becoming a swirl of emotion and sensation. We moved so slowly together that I felt everything, every inch of skin touching, every firing sliver of pleasure.
“I’m close, Contessa.”
“Can you come with me?”
His face contorted with effort. “Soon. I’m trying to stay slow.”
“You’re amazing, Antonio. Amazing.”
The last word barely made it out of my mouth as I was overcome with electricity. He jerked, slammed into me, and I cried out. He’d put me over the edge. I clawed his back as he jerked and thrust, growling my name. I spread my legs farther, feeling him against and inside me. We came as a crawling, rolling, single creature, as if we were having one orgasm. Even afterward, our breathing was the same and our hearts beat in time.