Fantazia (one shot - english) (+18)

The one everyone desire (III)

He smiles at me, cunning, as if reading my mind, but he stands up in front of me and, fixing me with the same penetrating gaze, takes off his clothes one by one, giving me the most beautiful striptease show I'll ever have ever seen. And now I have the opportunity to see the most beautiful man, with a body worthy of the covers of men's health or women's erotic magazines. As for the tattoos that cover his chest, arms, or the gun design that gets lost behind the elastic on his underwear, it just gets my blood pumping to the point where I think I'll explode with pleasure just looking at him.

"Don't look at me like that, my beautiful Mary, or I'll lose the last shred of control I have left and devour you like a madman."

I swallow.

"If you keep talking like that, I can't even look at you any other way."

"Then let's continue," he whispers seductively and pulls on the elastic of his underwear, releasing his thick and long dick.

My eyes widen. I expected a perfect penis, but the reality overwhelms me and makes me gasp. It's big, thickly veined, and pulsates as if it's searching for me.

As if under a spell, I reach for it and Gianni steps forward to give me what I want. I cup his cock with my fingers and without hesitation lead it to my lips which I wrap around him while my other hand contours his tattooed abdomen. His fingers get lost in my hair and moans laced with my name escape his lips, encouraging me to lick and suck him with more lust. I try to get it as deep as I can in my mouth, but it's too big, so I try to compensate with the hand I have wrapped around the base to rub it lustfully.

I'm surprised when Gianni pulls away from me, but I know what he's up to when he lays me down on my back again, kneels at the edge of the couch, and lifts my knees apart to come between my thighs. And it's his turn to let his mouth give me pleasure, savouring my clit, licking my labia and penetrating me with his tongue a few times before the two fingers take over and continue the game started during the dance.

Around us, sensual music intertwines with moans of pleasure and my back arches under the onslaught of his mouth or the palm that cover my breasts. We are completely naked and very aroused, but the pleasure builds with every second he savours me, sucking my clit and widening me with his fingers that bring me closer and closer to the desired orgasm. And when it comes, Gianni is between my legs, his mouth glued to my core, ready to taste it all. And he does it until my body calms down from the uncontrollable shaking, then he gets up on his knees, letting me see his wet lips, but also his cock ready to penetrate me.

"As I predicted," he says hoarsely. "You're so sweet, I'm going to get addicted to you faster than I expected."

Those are nice words, but I don't know how true they are. He is in another league, a man wanted by far too many women, while I am a saleswoman with a far from perfect body. I find it hard to believe that Gianni will look at me a second time after tonight. But I smile and pretend to believe his nice words as he pulls a condom out of his jeans pocket which he quickly rolls and comes back with his beautiful body over mine.

"You don't believe me, but you'll see," he whispers with a calm smile.

But I can't really focus on what he's saying, because I can feel him down, how he's rubbing the thick head of his cock against my moistened core.

He pushes into my already sensitive clit and teases me a few times before positioning himself at my entrance and slowly moving forward, giving me a chance to get used to his size.

"Fuck it..." he swears between his teeth as he enters me completely, and I gasp with pleasure and too full. "I'm really going to get addicted."

He remains still for a few moments, but I run my hands down his buttocks and dig my short nails into his muscles.