“Do you like the game Daddy chose, piccolina?” he says softly into my ear, the deep treble of his voice still sounding like leather dipped in honey at this lower volume.
I nod my approval.
“Are you ready to feel Daddy’s big dick? Are you ready for Daddy to claim what’s his? Are you primed and hot, ready for Daddy to see that cherry pop right here, right now, leaving your sheet stained with red the color of a rose petal?”
Oh. My. God.
I exhale into his neck as he nibbles at my ear, and I know how dangerously close we truly are.
His hands press down on the bed, bringing his body up above mine and allowing me to take in the sight of his muscles. He has no ink, which makes sense since the Italian mafia avoids things like that at all costs. No identifiers.
And I can’t identify this knot in my stomach, this heat, this need. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt before, even more than in the kitchen or at the strip club.
This is beyond primal, and I reach beyond his torso, grabbing his cock in one hand and fisting it, or at least trying to as my hand comes nowhere near wrapping around its thick girth.
“Principessa is ready for Daddy, ready to become his queen.”
I want to agree. I want to speak, but I don’t want to ruin the game. And much more importantly we’re so close that I don’t want to make a noise that wakes my dad and this all comes crashing down…potentially forever.
“Game over, Bellissima. You won. You get Daddy’s cock for eternity,” he says, swelling my chest with pride as my nub swells as he scissors his thick shaft through my folds.
My heart is racing like a horse at the track, which is an adequate metaphor considering the Italian Stallion mounted above me.
“You deserve the Four Seasons for your first time, and we’ll do that one day. But first, Daddy needs to take you now, to feel whole with our little game. I can’t wait anymore, little one. I. Can’t. Fucking. Wait.”
And just like that, I feel the crown of his cock press at my opening as he grunts, shoving his thick inches inside my dripping sex, his manhood stretching my tiny virgin walls as I suck in a gasp of air at the sharp jab of pain.
“Oh fuck,” he groans, his voice getting dangerously loud. “Don’t worry,” he says, catching his tone and lowering it. “It will feel better in just a second. Just breathe.”
I do as I’m told.
“That’s it. That’s my good girl. Now, quietly…tell Daddy how it feels.”
“Daddy you’re so big,” I whisper. “I feel like you’re going to break me.”
“And you’d like that don’t you?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I say, watching a muscle in his face twitch every time I say the ‘D’ word. I love letting him know he’s in charge. Love letting him know I trust him with all parts of my life. And love this little game that doesn’t feel like a game at all.
“Are you ready for more?”
“Yes, Daddy. I’m ready.”
Expecting him to slide out and back in, I’m shocked when he pushes in further. It’s only then I realize he was only about halfway in, and now he’s completely seated, the tip of his cock pressed firmly against my womb.
“Oh, Daddy. You’re so deep, so hard. Do you need a condom because I might be young, but I think you’re going to get me pregnant.”
“You are young, but you’re eighteen. You’re an adult. And you can make your own decisions.” He pauses. “And Daddy made his. He’s not wearing a condom for a reason because he’s been saving this special seed his whole life, to plant inside you. He just never knew it until he came here and found you.”
My stomach tightens more and I feel my muscles spasming.
“You want to carry Daddy’s baby, little girl? Show the entire world who you belong to? Make the perfect baby from the perfect pregnancy from the primo load of Daddy’s come?”
“Yes, Daddy. I want that.”
I feel so dirty and so perfectly heavenly at the same time. Our words border on vulgar but what could be purer than two people who want to create a life, a baby, together?
“Then hold on, sweetheart,” he says, leaning back in so I can wrap my arms around his neck as his hands clench my hips.
My grip doesn’t hold for a second.
Giovanni lets loose and starts claiming me like the world’s going to end tomorrow and I’m the last woman on earth. My body goes limp as I flop like a rag doll, my hands searching for anything to grab ahold of and failing.
He’s making me his, breaking me just like he said he would, and my body feels completely boneless as he takes me to a place I didn’t know existed.
My middle tightens as he slams into me, the springs of the bed squeaking wildly with every thrust.
“I can’t last much longer so I need you to come, piccolina. Come on Daddy’s cock. Put your juices all over my dick.”
Yet again his permission is all I need and everything inside me releases and I cover his cock in my cream, sending him into an immediate climax as we reach ecstasy together.
“Daddy!” I scream out as he fills me with his warm gift, my body absorbing everything.
And just as quickly as it started it stops, his body jerking a few more times as he unleashes aftershocks and then collapses on top of me.
Suddenly there’s a loud knocking on the door followed by, “Is everything okay in there?”
Gio’s eyes go wide as he tries to ease off me in a way that doesn’t cause the bed to squeak but fails
