"A ᴍɪʟʟɪᴏɴᴡᴏʀᴅs ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅɴᴏᴛʙʀɪɴɢʏᴏᴜʙᴀᴄᴋ, I ᴋɴᴏᴡʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ I'ᴠᴇᴛʀɪᴇᴅ. Nᴇɪᴛʜᴇʀᴡᴏᴜʟᴅᴀᴍɪʟʟɪᴏɴᴛᴇᴀʀs, I ᴋɴᴏᴡʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ I'ᴠᴇᴄʀɪᴇᴅ. -Uɴᴋɴᴏᴡɴ
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"Fuck.... Massimo, yes harder." I moaned, while Massimo was pounding from behind. "That's what I like to hear, amoré. I love hearing you moan so loud: so others know I pleasure you well." He kept thrusting harder. At one point they become sloppy.
"Ohhh, god I'm so close. Harder Massimo!" He obeyed and his thrusting became harder. He stopped and turned me around so I could see him. "Why'd you stop Elio? I was so close." I whined, I was close I just don't know why he stopped.
"Jump." He demanded, I did as I say and he pushed me up against the wall and he spoke, "It's not god, amoré. It's your fiancée Massimo. So next time you yell Massimo not god, baby. Do you understand me?"
I nodded. "Words, amoré or you wont get what you want." He was teasing me with his dick and I so badly wanted a release. "Yes, daddy I understand." I gasped when he entered me without any warning.
"That's it, little one let daddy hear you." You can hear the sound of our skin as he thrust into me so hard. That's what I love rough sex. "Luciana, why do you have to look so goddamn beautiful, amoré?" He whispered in my ear.
"I — Massimo, shit, I don't know." I replied. His movements become sloppy. "Fuck! Oh my gosh why?" I squirted, which hasn't happened in the last four rounds we had. Is it even possible for at sixteen years old to fucking squirt?
"No Massimo don't give me that damn face. You — I-" he cuts me off before I could finish. "That mi amor hacía calor, joder." He chuckled, I hit his arm.
Translation: My love was hot, fuck.
"Shut up, Gilipollas." I walked to my bed and bent down to get my clothing.
Translation: Jerk
"That's one beautiful view you're giving me, baby." He snaked his arm around my waist. "We're not done, we got the rest of the night, till sunset. So where do you think you're going, hmm?" I tried to get away from his hold around me.
"I'm leaving." I said coldly. "Why, just because I thought on how hot you looked when you squirted: everyone does that, so I don't see the problem. But that was a — how do I put this in a Italian way, la predilezione."
