Secret Baby For The Italian Mafia Don

She nods and moans, meeting me eye to eye, flying in the fantasy.
I pump my cock a few times, steadying its huge girth against her pussy
again.
She cries out from the sheer fear of it, but I keep going, pressing hard
between her legs, the pressure steady. She squeals, teeth clenched and eyes
shut. Her thighs shake until her legs twitch and kick. She barely takes the
head before her hand slams against my chest. Her face is white, sweat
trickling on her forehead. Her virgin pussy is stretched into a tight, fat O.
"It's fucking huge," she whispers.
She clenches tight around me, and I almost lose it right there. I could
fucking cum right now just trying to get inside the girl.
"I know," I mutter through clenched teeth, grinding inside her another
centimeter. She whimpers, and I put us forehead to forehead, crowding up
on her again. "Focus on me, gorgeous. Think of how good I'm gonna hurt
you with it. How bad you want it to fill you up until you break. You need to
be broken, don't you?"
She groans sweetly and nods.
I wish I could make the reality as sexy as the threat.
She took my fingers well, and she let me smack her cunt around until her
eyes watered. I've got her open and turned her sense of pain all around on
itself. It has to be enough. There's no other prep I can do that will change
the outcome for her. For the last few minutes that she's intact, I touch her
clit, trying to distract from the thick girth spearing her open just below it.
I push hard into her, hitting resistance, sweat stinging in my eyes. I drive
the momentum up with each shallow thrust, hips rolling into a steady pace
but going nowhere.
"It hurts," she says, through clenched teeth.
"Do you need me to stop?"
She shakes her head, even as half a sob bubbles out of her lips.
"Good girl," I praise her. "Give daddy your pussy."
A moan shudders out of her lips.
"That's it. Relax and open her up for me.