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  He was covered in tattoos. More of his skin was black or colored than flesh tone. A giant, ornate black piece, which Sharon couldn’t quite make out in the dark, covered his chest. An eagle soared with wide open wings just under his solar plexus and a line of letters arched under his navel. Fluid, pointy tribal markings crept over his taut shoulders and up the base of his neck. She wanted to touch every one of them, to learn the story behind every drop of ink.

  Sharon had never seen a man so beautiful outside of a magazine, let alone towering over her. She savored the sight until he brought himself back down on top of her. One rough hand just under her jaw tilted her head up to kiss him, while the other squeezed, groped and massaged her aching breast.

  She moaned, but her moans were reduced to hums of pleasure by the aggressive way Vittorio worked his mouth against hers. He squeezed and twisted her rock-hard nipple in a way that almost hurt but felt so good. He moved his hand around her jaw, behind her head and locked her hair in his fingers like a vice. He yanked her head back and put his mouth on her neck, kissing, sucking and nibbling his way down to her collarbone. Sharon didn’t know it was possible, but she could somehow feel his kisses in every part of her body. She heaved and sighed uncontrollably, lost in sensation, as Vittorio pulled harder on her nipple.

  Vittorio pushed her down harder, so her head was pinned against the bed.

  “I’m going to ruin you for all other men.” He growled in her ear, his voice softly looming over her. Just the sound of it made Sharon tingle. The raw scent of his masculinity overwhelmed her. She had never been so turned on in her life.

  Sharon was so flustered, all she could come up with was, “Please…”

  Vittorio chuckled in the dark. “Good girl.”

  He grabbed both of her breasts again, squeezing hard. “God,” he told her, “your tits are fucking perfect.” He rubbed and massaged the supple, tender flesh. Sharon buckled and wiggled under his rough grasp, relishing the way he made her feel things she had never felt before with just his hands.

  “You’re fucking perfect,” Sharon said, and she meant it. In that moment, the potent intoxication of arousal, excitement, hormones and adrenaline controlled her every thought. She didn’t feel like herself anymore; more like a yearning nerve endings that longed to be fondled.

  Vittorio clenched his jaw, aroused by her compliment and her angelic little face spitting out a swear word. His inebriating scent awoke the primal beat in Sharon. Her hips began to buck against him, her excitable sex yearning to be touched. He saw a dark little spot between her pussy lips where she had begun to soak her panties.

  “Fuck me…” Sharon moaned..

  He released one of her round tits to pin her hips down. “Not yet,” he instructed her.

  Sharon gave an involuntary little whimper.

  He traced the smooth, rounded line of her hip lightly with his finger, the delicate sensation of which had Sharon shivering all over again.

  “You’re so responsive,” Vittorio said, sounding pleased. He loved how loud, how uninhibited she was. He definitely hadn’t expected this kind of a response out of a virgin.

  “It’s just… I’ve never had anyone do this to me before,” Sharon told him breathily.

  “How could I forget?” he groaned as he slipped the tip of his middle finger to just under the edge of her underwear. He curled his hand towards himself, pulling her panties just so, as he traced his finger across the elastic. “I can’t wait to be the only man to have you this way.”

  Sharon shivered as his finger teased the smooth, shaven skin of her pubic mound. He traced his finger back the way it had come, this time dragging it just a bit lower. He was only about an inch from her swollen, eager clit but he seemed to relish her feral cravings more than he wanted to please her.

  “Please,” Sharon begged him.

  “Please what?” Vittorio asked, amused.

  “Please, touch me!” she pleaded.

  “Touch you where?” he asked, still tracing a light finger back and forth. Such a tease.

  “My—my pussy!” Sharon cried, hardly recognizing the almost animal quality to her voice. She would have been ashamed had she not been so thoroughly distracted by the throbbing wet heat between her legs.

  Apparently satisfied with her answer, Vittorio slipped his hand into her panties and began gently rolling the pad of his thumb around her clit. Sharon was practically blinded with pleasure and relief as he rubbed her. Her thighs quaked, her breathing quickened and her hands balled into fists.

  “Yeah baby, squirm,” Vittorio told her, the savage in him coming to life. He wanted nothing but to see this woman beg for him, and he’d push her to any limit to make that happen. He wanted to own her, to make her body crave for him and only him—the same way he craved her.

  Sharon obeyed. Her muscles tightened and she squirmed as pleasure crashed through her in unstoppable waves. She kicked and bucked, overstimulated as she was, but she never wanted the feeling to go away.

  “Is this all you want?” he asked her, pushing a little harder into his thumb and rolling a little bit faster. He felt himself stiffen to his full length as he teased her. She was an irresistible sight. His cock was already rearing up and ready to take her, but he wasn’t done yet.

  “N-No…” Sharon stammered through her gasps and moans.

  “What else do you want?” he asked.

  God, that deep voice, she gasped.

  “Put, put it in me…” Sharon asked.

  “What do you say?” he demanded. He was clearly enjoying demeaning her. There was a glint in his eye and a predatory curl to his lip that turned Sharon on even more.

  “Please!” she pleaded again. She was so overwhelmed, she wanted him so bad, that she wasn’t above begging.

  “Good girl,” he growled. He cupped both hands under her ass, pulling her towards him and tilting her hips so her legs went straight up in the air. He pulled her panties off in one quick motion, tossing them behind him, leaving Sharon completely nude and spread in front of him while the length of his enthusiastic erection strained against the denim of his jeans.

  He took a moment to enjoy the view, her dangling legs and the smooth pink lips of her labia slick with arousal. He wanted nothing more than to ruin her.

  With one hand, he resumed rubbing her clit in pleasantly maddening circles. He sucked on the index finger of his other hand, wetting it before gently sliding it into her eager slit.

  “Oh… Oh, fuck!” Sharon yelped.

  Once his finger was as far in her as it would go, he began curling it towards himself, stroking her insides in a way Sharon had never been stroked before. He slid his finger back out slowly, then pushed it back in, teasing her sex as he went. The slow, deliberate strokes, coupled with the clitoral stimulation, sent fireworks bursting behind Sharon’s eyelids.

  Vittorio pushed a second finger into her and Sharon cried out.

  “Fuck, you’re so tight,” Vittorio grumbled. “So fucking wet too.”

  “Please, don’t stop,” she whimpered.

  “Oh, I don’t plan to,” he said.

  He started fingering her harder and faster, every slick hard slide of his fingers sending her closer and closer to the edge. She felt so vulnerable, her legs up and spread, as he drilled his digits into her and rubbed the most sensitive spot on her body. But somehow she felt no shame, no self-consciousness, only overwhelming, earth-shattering pleasure.

  Sharon had never had an orgasm, but she knew she was nearing that point of no return. Vittorio kept working at her with his hands, savoring her unfiltered moans and total submission. Her greedy cunt began to clench around his fingers and he kept at his rhythmic tease of her insides until she came hard.

  “Oh my god,” Sharon cried as Vittorio sent her into her first ever climax. She saw spots, her toes curled hard, and her body shook as the overwhelming burst of pleasure coursed through her like she just touched a live wire.

  Vittorio slid his fingers out of her, putting them in his mouth an
d sucking her slick wetness off them. Sharon felt another little aftershock of pleasure as he slid his fingers out of his mouth. She marveled at the hyper-detailed skull tattooed on the back of his hand, at how it could be so artistic, so scary and so sexy all at once. The way he sucked his fingers really struck something in her core, it was just so hot.

  “Get on your knees,” Vittorio instructed her.

  Sharon’s legs felt as if they were made of jelly, but she did her best to pull herself together and comply. He cheeks were flushed, and her breath was ragged.

  Once she was on her knees and facing him, Vittorio smiled. He backed away, climbing off the bed and fussing with his belt. Once undone, he pulled his pants and boxers down, stepping out of his shoes as he stripped himself.

  Sharon’s eyes almost popped out of her head when she saw Vittorio’s enormous cock. Her first thought was, All of that is going to fit inside me?

  “What?” he asked coyly. He put a knee on the bed and climbed towards her, his swollen member swinging around in front of him as it led the way. “Never seen one of these before?”

  “Just,” Sharon explained, still shocked. “Just never that… big.”

  “Ever tasted one?” he asked her with that deep gravel voice that left her dripping wet again.

  “No,” she admitted.

  “Come here,” he grumbled at her, tilting his hips towards her so his massive length stood out even straighter.

  Sharon gulped but complied, crawling towards him and coming face to face with his cock.

  “Open your mouth,” he commanded her as his hand rested against her chin.

  Seems easy enough, Sharon thought. She put her mouth around his cock, and the strong musky scent filled her nose. Vittorio gasped as she took the rigid head of his cock into her mouth. She curled one small hand around the hardness. Still sucking on the head, she gently stroked the soft skin of his shaft.

  Vittorio put a hand on the back of her head and pushed a little more of himself into her mouth. He gave a deep animalistic groan as she started to swallow more of him. He guided her head up and down, while she sucked hard on his cock. She never thought she would care for blow jobs, but with Vittorio, it felt different.

  She wanted him to push himself deeper into her throat. She wanted to feel his balls on her chin. She couldn’t get enough of his hard cock throbbing in her mouth. She felt sexy as Vittorio slowly fucked her face. She found herself lapping her tongue at him while he slid in and out of her mouth.

  Her dentist had always marveled at her lack of a gag reflex, and now she realized what an asset it was.

  Vittorio kept pushing himself into her, groaning and sighing with delight as Sharon just kept taking more and more of him into her sweet little mouth. He pulled her hair just slightly, forcing her pretty blue eyes to look up at him while he forced his cock all the way into her throat. He admired her trainability, her submission and her eagerness.

  Sharon continued bobbing her head up and down while her hands rested gently on Vittorio’s taut thighs. From the sound of the noises he was making, she felt like she was probably doing a good job. His hand went heavy on the back of her head. He thrust into her mouth in little pulses, completely filling her throat until Sharon’s eyes watered; then he took a fistful of blonde locks and pulled her back.

  A line of saliva ran from her lips to the hard, pinkish head of his cock. She took a long, ragged breath as she looked up at him. Her thighs were slick with her own arousal.

  Vittorio looked down on her, menace and greed in his flashing dark eyes. “Ready?” he asked.

  Sharon nodded the best she could under the tight grip he had on her hair. “Yes,” she assured him. “I’m ready.”

  Vittorio tossed her back so hard that she practically bounced off the duvet. He took a firm hold of each of her calves, pulling them apart and spreading her legs wide. He pursed his lips and blew a gust of cool breath across her wet, wanting sex. Sharon shivered at the chilly sensation.

  Vittorio smiled. He pushed a finger back into her, pumping it a few times to make sure her virgin cunt was wet and ready for him.

  He situated himself between her legs and Sharon shuddered in anticipation as he rubbed his massive head against her tiny slit. He continued to rub the rounded tip up and down.

  “You sure you want it?” He teased.

  “Yes!” Sharon cried. “Yes, please! Take me!”

  Vittorio pushed his hips forward, entering her slowly. The way just his tip filled her was instantly overwhelming and a little bit painful. Sharon felt her face contract in an involuntary wince.

  Vittorio saw her cringe, but he didn’t stop. Her wet little cunt was so tight he could barely fit. He reveled in the way she squeezed him. He couldn’t remember the last time he had felt anything so good.

  He was only about halfway to his hilt when Sharon blurted out, “Wait!”

  “Yes?” Vittorio asked, unmoving but concerned.

  “It… it hurts.” She breathed.

  “Trust me,” Vittorio told her as he pushed his hips forward to roughly guide the full length of him into her slick, snug cunt.

  “Ah!” Sharon cried, partly from pain and partly from an achy sort of pleasure.

  Starting off slow, as he had with his fingers, Vittorio pulled himself out of her and pushed himself right back in. He groaned as her greedy cunt squeezed him like a fist.

  Her strong legs clamped around him, but Vittorio pushed one of her knees off to the side to keep her spread. With his free hand, he began gently rubbing her clit as he slowly fucked her. He watched her lips transform from a painful wince to a tiny “oh.” He heard her gasps become moans of pleasure. He smelled her virginity hanging thick in the air as he fucked her—each stroke deeper than the last. He continued to rub her clit, continued to feel her loosen just a little around him to let more of his thick shaft in.

  “Fuck, you feel so good,” Vittorio growled at her.

  Sharon whimpered in response, trying to let herself go, to enjoy the pleasure that was slowly overcoming her pain. Vittorio was right, she realized; it did get better.

  Vittorio began to fuck her faster. The friction inside her was overwhelming. Sharon couldn’t help but squirm against his cock. Her hips ground against him, forcing him deeper and deeper until she eventually took every inch of him.

  “Fuck,” Vittorio repeated, losing his willpower to hold himself back. He knew he had to be gentle with this girl, but the animal inside him wanted to tear her apart. He loved the way her little angel face contorted around her ecstatic cries.

  He continued to slide in and out of her, getting progressively faster.

  Finally, he lost control.

  “Fuck, come here,” Vittorio growled, grabbing Sharon by her hair.

  He pulled himself out of her and she gave a dismayed little whine. He flipped her over, so she was face down, and brought her up on her knees. The perfect, glowing white orbs of her ass up in the air so he could see her red and wanting cunt as he plunged right in.

  After a rough couple thrusts he leaned down into her ear and whispered, “Who fucking owns you?”

  “You,” Sharon cried. “You fucking own me!”

  The admission only fueled his fire. Vittorio grabbed her fleshy cheeks and rode her harder than he knew he should. He couldn’t control himself anymore. Her tight, sopping wet cunt had made him lose all his senses.

  “I’m the only man who’s ever fucking had you,” he reminded her as he drove into her.

  “You… You’re the only man who… who’s ever fucking had me,” Sharon whimpered.

  “Who do you fucking belong to?” Vittorio demanded.

  “To you!”

  “Louder!”

  “To you!” Sharon repeated, breaking off to scream as he fucked her.

  She had never felt a pressure like this. His cock was so big it felt like he was fucking her up to her belly button. She had anticipated the pain, but it was nothing compared to the delightful feeling of being stretched around his thi
ck, swollen shaft. His head bumped against her cervix, sending shockwaves all the way up to her scalp.

  With her face buried in the sheets, Sharon continued to half moan and half scream. She gave up on herself completely, submitting to Vittorio as he took her. She had never known pleasure like this and she never wanted to know anything else again.

  “You love that, don’t you?” Vittorio growled roughly. He grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her back towards him so that she could answer him.

  “I do! I do!” Sharon gasped and cried.

  “Didn’t I tell you that you’ll love my cock?” Vittorio asked her.