I clutched at his naked buttocks and pulled him toward me. I felt the tip of his penis touch the skin of my neck, brushing against it and finally sliding inside my mouth. I moaned, delighted, tasting him, unable to resist touching him. I pushed at him gently, moving him away just a few inches, and grabbed his heavy testicles, fondling them and shoving his cock deep in my throat. Massimo propped both hands over the headrest behind me, panting loudly. I knew I hadn’t sated him last night. If I tried, making him come wouldn’t take me more than a couple of minutes. I sucked his cock fast and hard until he grabbed me by the hair and pulled my head away, pressing it into the pillow.
“You didn’t think I’d let you finish that easily, did you? Lie down and don’t move.”
I didn’t obey him, lifting my head from the pillow, trying to catch his prick with my mouth again. With a growl, Massimo seized my throat and pushed me painfully into the corner of the sofa, rolling me over to my belly and moving his grip to the back of my neck. He ripped my pants and thong off.
“Want to check how long you last, Laura? We’ll see just how much you like pain.”
This was beginning to sound scary. I jerked, trying to get free, but he was so much stronger that me. The Man in Black wrapped his arms around my waist and lifted me up, so I was on my knees, my butt sticking up, and my torso still on the pillows. His hand whooshed through the air, slapping my ass. I let out a yelp, but he didn’t stop. Holding me by the hair and pressing my face to the pillow, stifling my screams, he hit me again and again. Then, gently and slowly, he slid his middle finger in my pussy, purring with satisfaction.
“I can see you like what I’m doing,” he said, licking his finger. “I adore your scent, Laura. I’m happy you didn’t take a shower,” he added, his finger finding its way back inside me.
I pushed myself up, trying to stand, suddenly ashamed, hearing those words, but the Man in Black’s elbow landed on my back, pushing down. I was embarrassed, cringing. I wanted this to stop.
“Massimo, let me go right now! You hear me?”
He didn’t react and I screamed on the top of my lungs. “Don Massimo, for fuck’s sake!”
It only made things worse. His rhythmically stroking finger was joined by his thumb, which pushed into my anus.
“Your ass is so tight! I can’t wait to feel it,” he breathed, turning my head to the side.
His fingers rushed, picking up the pace, and I found myself in heaven. I didn’t resist anymore, didn’t want to pull away—it felt too good. The Man in Black felt my resistance dissolve and released my hair. He moved the pillow I had been on so that he was directly above me now. His chest leaned over my back, skin on skin, and his erect cock brushed against my thighs. He kissed the back of my neck and then bit it, his hand still moving inside me.
“I’ll push myself inside you now, Laura. Relax.”
I couldn’t wait. My legs spread obediently. I was so turned on that if he wouldn’t do it himself, I’d have impaled myself on his prick myself.
Massimo grabbed my hair again, as if thinking I’d try escaping.
“You misunderstood me, baby girl,” he breathed into my ear and slowly pushed himself into my ass.
I tensed and stopped breathing, and he pushed harder.
“Relax, honey. I don’t want to hurt you.”
Despite all the violence of what he had done, his voice was tender, and he tried being as gentle as he could. I trusted him, knowing he wanted to please me and not hurt me. My lungs started working again, and Massimo’s fingers traced back to my clit, massaging it softly.
“Good, baby girl, very good. Now, push that ass higher for me,” he whispered, and I felt he was already all inside me.
Slowly he pulled out and pushed in again, never stopping the motion of his fingers, pressing and rubbing, driving me crazy. After a while he stepped up the pace, sliding his free fingers into my pussy. Now he was everywhere at once. I writhed beneath him, screaming with pleasure, and a moment later I felt myself being close. I moaned, “Harder!”
The Man in Black happily obliged, fucking me so hard that a whole series of orgasms flooded over me. I gnashed my teeth, unable to control myself under the avalanche of ecstasy. The sound of his hips hitting my buttocks sounded like applause. I felt him exploding inside me, and his movements slowed down. Massimo’s entire body shook, and he let out a mighty moan, reminding me of a roar of a great animal. He collapsed on my back and kept still for a while. I felt his heart pounding as he tried to calm down his breathing.
He slid out and fell to the floor, panting. My legs all shaky, I stumbled to the bathroom to take a shower.
When I came back, Massimo was nowhere to be seen. Terrified, I ran to the door and grabbed the handle—it was closed. I switched the light on and saw that the was key lying on the floor, next to my thong. Don Massimo, wrapped in a towel, was slowly descending the stairs.
“I didn’t want to interrupt, so I used the bathroom upstairs,” he said, throwing the towel off and letting it fall to the steps.
The view made my legs wobbly all over again. His slim legs ending in that beautiful, toned butt. He walked down slowly, keeping his eyes on me. The wounds on his chest did nothing to make him look any less attractive. If anything, they only made him look better. He was perfect and he knew it. Stopping right in front of me, he kissed me on the forehead.
“Everything all right, baby girl?”
I nodded and took his hand, leading him to the bedroom.
“I need more,” I said, lying down on the bed.
Massimo laughed and covered me with the duvet.
“You’re insatiable. I like it. To tell you the truth, we forgot to buy condoms, so no can do.” He shrugged. “So, either I fuck you in that sweet ass of yours again, or forget it, because I never stop halfway, and you told me it’s too early to have a kid.”
I sent him an amused look, making myself more comfortable.
“So what are we going to do?” I asked.
“What do people in Poland do on Sunday evenings?”
“Sleep. They have to go to work on Monday mornings,” I replied with a smile.
Massimo hugged me and reached for the TV remote.
“So we’ll do just that and turn in early. We have quite a day ahead of us.”
I lifted myself on my elbows and shot him a worried look.
“What do you mean?”
“I have some things to take care of with Carlo. I want you to accompany us. We need to go to Szczecin. We could fly, but I know how you hate that, so we’ll meet him there. Unless you want to stay, but my guys would have to keep an eye on you, then.”
That reminded me of what Monika had said.
“Karol’s people would protect me?”
“No. Mine. I bought an apartment on the other side of the street, so they’re as close as they can be without bothering you. Each room has cameras, too, so I know what’s happening here while I’m out. And they can have an eye on you, too.”
“Excuse me? Aren’t you overdoing it, don Massimo?”
He only rolled over on the bed with a laugh, throwing his leg over me.
“Don Massimo? Why not don Torricelli, if you want to keep it official? How’s your little hole feeling, by the way?” he asked, running his hand between my buttocks. “Just to be clear, Laura: I still want to kill him, and I’ll do it if he disrespects me again.”