MASSIMO
She sinks to her knees. Her big blue eyes look up at me as she cups her tits and opens her mouth. She knows what I want, except she can’t be who I want.
Sliding my hand through the blonde hair at the side of her face, I gather a handful behind her head. Gripping the back of her hair, I tug her forward. She swallows me without resistance—expertly.
Closing my eyes, I imagine Pippa in her place. It’s been years since the woman has been on my mind and I can’t shake her. I pretend that it’s her dark hair I’m holding on to instead of this woman’s blonde. I imagine an olive complexion instead of the pale skin on the woman on her knees for me.
Opening my eyes, I pull her off of me, my breath coming out in heavy pants. I don’t want this to end yet. A blowjob isn’t going to be enough to satisfy me tonight. I need more. I need to fuck.
Jerking my chin toward the bed, she doesn’t even hesitate a moment. Instead, she stands and I watch as she makes her way over, climbing onto the mattress. She sits on her knees, her back and ass to me as she looks over her shoulder.
Walking slowly up behind her, I slide one arm around her waist, the other I dip between her thighs. Her lips touch the underside of my jaw, careful not to take too many liberties like touching my mouth without my permission.
Her pussy is damp as I slip my fingers through her soft folds. “How do you want me to come?” I ask.
She shakes her head once, her lips skimming my jaw still. “I should be asking you that, Massimo,” she breathes.
Smirking, I flick her clit and laugh softly when her thighs shake. “But you’re not. Tell me, cara. I want you to shatter.”
“I want you to fill me,” she whispers.
“Your ass? Your cunt? You have to tell me,” I say.
She pushes back, a cry escaping her pretty plump lips. I shiver when I feel one of her hands slide over mine between her legs. “Fill my ass, Massimo. I know it’s what you want. Play my pussy and fill my ass the way you desire,” she whispers sweetly, her Irish lilt filling the air around us.
Reaching for the lube and condom, I sheath myself, my hand between her legs still working her. She leans forward slightly, her hips shifting naturally as I continue to play with her pussy at the same time, I use my other hand to warm up her tight back entrance.
It’s not the first time I’ve fucked her ass, in fact, it’s one of my favorite things to do with her. She pushes her hips back, looking over her shoulder at me. Her eyes are wild, her nostrils flare as she rolls and shifts her hips.
“What do you want?” I ask as I sink two fingers inside of her back entrance.
I fuck both of her holes with my fingers, watching as her eyes roll in the back of her head slightly. Her words will be what I want to hear. I’ve paid handsomely to hear them, however, I do hope that at least part of her means them as well.
“I want you inside of me, Massimo,” she whimpers. “I need it.”
Sliding my fingers out of her ass, I align my cock with her tight rosebud entrance. My fingers don’t stop playing with her clit, in fact, I start to rub her harder, tapping her there every so often. Her hips jerk as she pushes back, taking more of me inside of her.
Gliding my free hand up the center of her back, I wrap my fingers around the front of her throat and gently pull her up so that her back is against my chest. Burying my face in her neck, I sink the entire length of my cock inside of her ass with one thrust of my hips.
“Fuck me hard, Massimo,” she begs. “You’re the best I’ve ever had. Only you know how to make me come,” she whimpers.
I don’t know if it’s bullshit, but her words cause my entire body to jerk. I imagine Pippa saying them. I’m a dick for that. I know that I am, but it’s also just the fucking truth. I’ll never have her beneath me like this, so all I have is my imagination.
“Play with those pretty tits, cara,” I rasp against her ear.
She nods her head, her hands lift to her tits, and without another word, I pull out of her a bit before I sink back inside. My fingers continue moving through the folds, then fill her, pulling out before I flick her clit—over and over.
It doesn’t take long for her to come and for me to be on the edge of my own release. “Harder, please,” she begs.
My hands grip her hips, and I do just that. I fuck her harder. Probably too hard, but I know that she can take anything that I dish out. Slamming my hips forward, I bury myself inside of her completely before I shudder and fill the condom with my cum.
Slowly I slip from between her sweet cheeks, and slowly lower her torso onto the bed before I make my way toward the bathroom to clean up and dispose of the rubber. When I return, she’s wrapped in a robe, lying on her side, her eyes immediately finding mine.
“You never stay, but I’ll still ask you if you will,” she whispers.
“Why do you want me to?” I ask, standing at the end of the bed, my gaze connecting with her blue one.
She licks her lips, then they turn up into a soft smile. “I like you,” she says with a shrug of her shoulder. “You’re nice and you make me feel good. Plus, you understand my life. You’re not here because you can’t get what you want out there. You’re not here for anything I can do for you or give you.
