Soren Bianchi [+18]

PROLOGUE

!!!!WARNING CONTAINS MATURE SCENES!!!!

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"You couldn't handle me, even if you tried. Amore." He grumbled as my hands were pinned above my head within his grasp.

"Try me." I stared into his eyes, and a mischievous glint flickered through them. He instantly captured my lips with his. Slipping his tongue into my mouth, his hand gripped the nape of my neck, pushing my lips closer to his, deepening the kiss.

"You're so beautiful." He moaned into my mouth, his hand dragged down to my thighs, he shifted my dress up slightly as he gripped my thighs and wrapped them around his waist.

"Less talking, more kissing," I mumbled against his lips, gripping his collar.

"Yes, ma'am," he said and walked me over to his hotel bed. He threw me on the bed. He flipped me onto my stomach.

"You won't be needing this anymore." He said as he yanked down the zipper of my dress and slid it off my body. I wasn't wearing a bra because the strapless dress had padding. I was left in just a thin black thong.

"Hmmm, dolce." (Sweet) He mumbled to himself. His hands reached for my ass, grabbing it by the handful, massaging and squishing the flesh, before spreading my cheeks apart.

"So thick and full." He said, leaning down as he trailed kisses down my bare back and down to my ass. He kissed my one cheek, biting and sucking on the fat. He left a light spank before rolling me over. He pinned my hands above my head, and a devilish smirk rose to his lips as he examined my body. He hovered over me; his thin gold chain dangled from his neck.

"I'm going to need a safe word from you, il mio diamante." (My diamond).

Shit, boy what do you mean a motherfucking safe word?

I gulped as my mind tried to think of a safe word. I noticed the chain dangling from his neck. "Gold," I whispered breathlessly.

"Perfetta."(perfect) He mumbled, unclasped my hands, and began to undress himself. He was stood there, shirtless. Tattoos adorned his skin, but not covering him entirely. I almost drooled.

He removed his pants and stood there in his boxers, and the bulge in his pants was huge. My eyes widened his shock when he yanked his boxers down and his cock sprung free.

"That's going to fucking tear me apart," I shouted, not even sure if he would fit.

"I'm planning to." He smiled.

He picked up his pants pocket and searched it. "Cazzo." (fuck) He whispered. "I don't have protection." He said to me. But luckily for him, I always carried one in my bag on a night out. You just never know when you'll meet a hot Italian man.

Still on the bed, I crawled towards the end reaching for my bag. "I have one," I said, trying to grab my bag. He picked up my bag and handed it to me as I rummaged through it. Amidst my rummaging, a tampon fell out and I quickly grabbed it, not wanting him to see it. Most men I've been with were usually grossed out by periods and menstrual products.

"I'm not a fucking boy, you don't need to hide a tampon from me." He stated raising his eyebrow at me and I quickly muttered a sorry.

I handed him the foiled packet. He ripped it open and slid it onto his cock. He looked at me and grabbed my thighs, spreading my legs wide.

He placed a pillow under my hips for a better angle.

He slowly began to slide into me. And I winced in pain.