~ Alla fine non sono più arcobaleni
~ In the end, it's not rainbows anymore
♧~E.L.L.I.E~♧
Romeo kept rubbing himself on me, kissing my neck softly and humming to himself. His embrace was firm and filled with posssiveness and care. I wanted to drown in it. It felt good to be regarded with so much care and attention, along with what I'm hoping is love. “Do I feel just as good to you as you feel to me? Tell me, bambina.” There’s something filthy about the nickname that had previously gone undiscovered. Coming out dirty than it's usually affectionate.
In the moment, as he smacks his dick against my glistening slit, seconds away from penetrating me, the nickname makes me shiver.“Yes,” I choke out, seeking his mouth. “You feel… oh-" I gasp as he pushes the tip in before pulling out, chuckling to himself. "Go on, my love." He urges, smirking.
Nodding desperately in his arms, i shivered in bliss and frustration. "Sir, y-you feel....s-so big.”
“You’re going to take me, mia amore. Every inch stretching inside of you, sì.” His dirty words make me blush as he grants me the kiss I’m seeking makes me feel more shy than I’ve ever felt in bed with them. I've developed a level of trust I’ve never had in anyone before as he guides himself into me and I moan at his girth.
He’s no less affected—he takes on an intoxicated look as he slides inside, inch by inch, and revels in what it feels like. My eyes close as I take in the moment myself. Speechless and shaken.
The thickness of him invading my body and how my walls spasm accommodating his thickness. The fullness can’t be put into words except to say it’s spine tingling and breath stealing.
More, more, more,
The single word spins around inside my head as Romeo slips inside deeper. My hips jut against him as I adjust and find a spark of pleasure among the slight discomfort. Why were they so big? Was that normal?
Romeo brushes hair away from my face and grips my head with his large palm, forcing my mouth to his. The touches possess a firmness but aren’t like before—there’s an attentiveness that tells me he’s tuned into every reaction of mine. He loves my body reaction to his touch.
He kisses me deep and then thrusts into me. Slow and steady. Thick and overwhelming. For every moan I give, he licks and sucks at my lips. He rolls his hips and finds a path deeper into me, eliciting fully body tremors. I search for the spark of pleasure through the cloud of aches and discomfort.
Once I’ve caught this spark, there’s no stopping it—soon it ignites into a wildfire that’s consuming me in its hot, tingling flames. Each pump of his hips as he slips deeper into me are breath-taking. “You feel like heaven, baby girl.” he groans into my throat, his kisses hot on my skin. “You are such a good girl, taking me so deep.”
“Oh…” I hum. “I can’t take… no more… s-sir I-I… I’m so full.” I cry softly, almost a whisper, trying to comprehend the pleasure he's giving me.
“Yes, baby. You can. You can fucking take it.” He tugs hard on my hair, prickling my scalp, forcing my eyes open and onto him. I whimpered loudly, not used to the aggressiveness. “Look at me. Keep those fucking eyes on me, yeah?" I'm a nodding mess of tears and soft whimpers. "Fucking feel every inch of my cock as it stretches that little tight pussy.” Romeo whispers dirtily.
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Romance"I said stay, babygirl." Ellie looked down at her feet, crossing her arms. She avoided eye contact because, deep down, she was intimidated. He took a step forward while the other two stayed behind, watching her disapprovingly. "I won't repeat myself...
