Page 27 of Hot for Her Italian Mafia

Luca pulls himself away momentarily and stands at the edge of the bed. I watch as he fiddles with the button on his trousers before dropping it with a single motion of his wrists.

My first glimpse of his cock terrifies me. I’ve seen it stretch the fabric of his clothes, felt the thick slab of meat brush against my belly, but seeing it forces an audible gulp to my throat. It’s thick, veiny, and pulsating, eager to find its way into its resting place.

Luca falls back onto the bed and kisses me with intense ferocity. The reserved man who had a finger between my legs is gone, and the beast is awake. Our tongues mash together. Hands wander and dance across our bodies. We become an amalgamation of one, and he hasn’t even entered me yet.

While he kisses me, Luca’s hand moves over to a pillow against the headboard. He grabs it, bringing it closer. “Lift your hips,” he orders between kisses.

I do as I’m told, and he glides it under the small of my back, propping my body up to a better position for him to enter. Without missing a beat, Luca flings himself on top of me.

“You’re so fucking hot.” I want to compliment him more. Praise him to the high heavens and let him know just how much he means to me. But there aren’t any logical words left in my head. Only guttural noises and whatever low-syllable sentences I can find.

And that’s when I feel it. The thick girth dangling from Luca’s midsection, slapping against my thigh. It glides against the slick skin soaked in my own juices, approaching ever closer to my entrance. It doesn’t need a guiding hand, almost magnetized to where it needs to go.

And I’m happy for it. Luca’s hands are preoccupied with my breasts, fingers squeezing and tugging on my nipples, while his mouth runs along my neck. I can’t control my body anymore. Erratic limbs twitch and spasm in every direction. I cling to Luca’s shoulders and neck, trying to find any sense of stability, but even so, I can’t stop the helpless flailing.

It's finally happening. Luca’s going to turn me into a woman. Luca’s going to break my innocence.

And I wouldn’t want it to be anyone else.

“Deep breaths, little lamb,” Luca whispers against my neck before his mouth sucks my earlobe in.

My hips instinctively jut out at the sensation, but they come to a halt as the head of his dick glides through my folds and strikes my clit.

“Fuck,” I blare out. I’m shaking in nervous excitement. I’ve never been so ready for anything in my life, yet on the same hand so unprepared for what to expect.

My legs spread farther and wrap around Luca’s hips. Gently pressing on him to guide the monster into my cave. Luca smirks. I can’t see it, but I can feel it against my cheek, where he’s pressing his kisses back to my lips.

“You’re fucking soaked for me,” Luca says in an almost pained whisper.

It’s those words that send me barreling over the edge. I can’t wait anymore. I need to feel him inside me. Pain, pleasure, or both, I don’t care anymore.

Forcing both hands between our bodies, I get a double-fisted hold on the base of Luca’s erection. His body buckles but he catches himself before collapsing onto me fully.

“I want to feel you inside me.” I lean forward and groan into his ear. Again, Luca’s balance becomes questionable, though he manages to hold strong.

I guide the head of his cock toward my entrance. He has no say in it now, while the thick tip presses against my hole. He mutters obscenities, eyes moving from my face down to where he’s about to enter.

Deep breaths. I play his words on repeat in my head before taking the plunge.

The silky tip of his arousal parts my lips, but it’s as far as I can take him before feeling an immense pressure that makes me feel like I’m going to tear in half. It hurts, but beneath that veil of pain, I can feel the intensity of pleasure like tiny electric shocks zapping through my body.

“Are you okay?” he asks. Pained words leave his panting lips. He doesn’t move, hovering over me with nothing more than his tip sunk into my pussy.

I don’t speak. I can’t. The overwhelming sensations consuming my body and mind revoke my ability to. Instead, I use my legs hooked to his hips to guide him lower.

He notices my cue, and instead of losing himself to worry and panic, Luca takes charge. Slow and gentle, he lowers his hips. His head sinks deeper before my tightness wraps tightly around his shaft.

I want it, of course, more than anything in the world, but my tiny body in the giant’s grip is a daunting task. But now, with pain and pleasure culminating in a strange mixing pot that spreads across the very fibers of my being, I wish he had taken me sooner.

Luca’s cautious in his movement. Slow and steady, until I accept his dick fully inside. Behind those cautious eyes, however, a fire burns. He’s holding back, staying in control, making slow thrusts to have my body get accustomed to him first. His hips are nearly motionless, letting me wriggle on his shaft.

I can’t still the moans exploding from my core. Every movement I make sends a new sensation through my body. Each one more pleasurable than the last as the pain starts to subside and pleasure takes hold.

“You feel so fucking good,” I manage to finally get words out. With them, Luca realizes my enjoyment is overtaking the pain.

He starts to thrust. Slow and steady in his movements. But his eyes betray the control over his body. A fire burns inside those hazel orbs, telling a story he refuses to indulge in. He’s fighting, just as hard as I am. Fighting to stay in control.

Your fight can end, my king.