Massimo was quiet. Deathly quiet, and it was really starting to scare me.
The longer he stayed quiet, the more I began to fear that I was completely out of order with my request of him taking me to the back and rearranging my guts with the beautiful cock I just knew he was packing in his slacks.
“That was completely out of order from me. I never should have asked you to do that to me. I can’t believe I’ve just asked you to fuck me,” I groaned, burying my face in my hands as my face began to warn and let me tell you, nothing, and I mean nothing, made me blush. Ever. In fact, this was a first for me and the embarrassing situation certainly warranted such a reaction.
“We barely know each other,” I continued rambling, my mouth struggling to keep up with all the thoughts currently rushing through my mind. “Ignore everything I’ve just said there. Let me make it up to you,” I all but begged him, the embarrassed desperation seeping off me in waves. This was a whole new low for me. Never before had I embarrassed myself in front of anyone like this, and usually, I was quick to flick off any feeling of embarrassing, but this man was different. This man was special and made me feel special, unexplainable things.
Before meeting this man, I genuinely believed myself to be a very calm and collected human being. I was probably the calmest person I knew, which was pretty impressive given that my parents were nothing short of drama king and queens, and my brothers not far off either.
Boys didn’t make me nervous. Not like this. Not to this magnitude. On the contrary, it was always me who made boys nervous.
But here I was right now, having to remind myself to breathe as Massimo’s eyes remained locked on mine while he sipped from his latte.
“Make it up to me? How?” Massimo asked quietly.
For a moment, my mind went blank and failed to register what he had asked of me. Instead, all I could focus on was the provocative movement as he spoke, each word with deliberation and purpose.
My eyes followed his movement as he rose to his feet. I didn’t know if it was intentional or not, but his steps were slow and deliberate as he walked around the counter, leisurely sipping at his latte the most erotic way I had ever seen someone drink coffee before.
Customers weren’t allowed behind the counter, but I couldn’t bring to say anything. Not when I could barely formulate a single thought as he came to stand in front of me, and then I blinked to snap myself out of the daze.
“Sorry,” I apologised, struggling to swallow around the lump in my throat. “What did you say?”
“You offered to make it up to me, and I was wondering how you planned to do that?” Massimo murmured before downing the rest of his coffee.
My eyes remained locked on his mouth as a single drop rested on his bottom lip while he put down the coffee cup. In this moment, I wanted nothing more to reach up on my tiptoes and suck his bottom lip into my mouth, savouring not just the taste of the latte, but him also.
When his tongue poked out to lick up the drop, I nearly died.
“I could make you another latte,” I offered in a small voice, not really registering what I was saying. “Or any other drink that you want.”
“I don’t want another latte, Cara,” he shook his head gently.
“What do you want instead? A Frappuccino?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. But it ended up working out in my favour as he bowed his head and leaned his face closer to mine to hear me.
I repeated myself, my voice purposely quieter than before. The words trailed off at the end in an airy moan when he dropped his hands on my hips and closed the distance between us. His chest was now flush against mine, but he still didn’t feel close enough.
“No,” his chest rumbled against mine as he voiced his denial in a gruff voice.
“Then what do you want?” I tilted my head up in a desperate attempt to close the distance between our mouths. I needed to feel his lips against mine.
“You,” Massimo bowed his head to whisper against my mouth, gently sucking on my bottom lip and raking his teeth over it. “If you’re not serious about the fucking, stop me now.”
For a moment there, I forgot that I asked Massimo to fuck my brains out.
“No,” I whispered back against his mouth and looped my arms around his neck, bringing his face closer to mine. My lips pressed harder against his, hungry and desperate.
“I’ve never been so fucking turned on before in my life, Cara,” Massimo groaned against my mouth, his arms wound tight against my back as he kept me pressed up against him. “You said you had somewhere for us in the back?”
“Yes,” I moaned against his mouth in one last kiss before I grabbed his hand, spared one last careless look at the empty store before pulling him into the back.
I took him past all the stock that we had until we finally reached the back room which, luckily for us, was empty for the most part. This room was used the least and we mostly stored all the cups and other one-use utensils, but we were currently pending a shipment so there was plenty of room for Massimo to fuck my brains out.
It was either this or the employee’s bathroom, and that wasn’t an option right now. The cleaner only worked the morning shift so by the time the night shift came around, the place was funky and no matter how desperate I was for Massimo’s cock, there was no way that I was fucking in that nasty bathroom.
“I hope this is okay,” I murmured as I closed the door behind us and turned around to face him. Even if it was okay, I was determined to win him over with a spectacular blow job because there was no way I would be able to leave this room without having felt his cock go as deep inside me as he possibly could, until he had ensured that I would still feel him inside me for days to come.
Much to my welcomed surprise, Massimo had already unbuttoned his shirt and was already working on unfastening his belt.
“I would have fucked you out in the store if you wanted, Cara,” Massimo groaned as he pulled his cock out of his pants. “Now that I know that you want me just as much as I want you, I have to have you.”
My eyes widened as I watched the erotic, panty-soaking way his cock sprung free of the confinements of his dress slack and hit the plane of his stomach before bobbing up and down, saluting me the entire way. I had never slept with an Italian before and now, looking at his angry cock, erect and leaking pre-cum for me, I couldn’t believe that I had been missing out this whole time.
“I want to taste you,” I murmured, subconsciously licking my lips as I inched closer to him.
“I don’t think I can last that long, Cara,” Massimo groaned as he pumped himself, his eyes set on me and me only. “Be a good little girl and lift that skirt for me. I wanted to see how soaked your panties are.”
I wasn’t ashamed to admit that I liked to be dominated in bed, but only to a certain degree. Massimo telling me what to do, what he wanted from me, was a major turn on, but my mind was far too hazy to listen to him right now.
Before he could demand to see my panties once again, I dropped to my knees in front of him and pressed my tongue to his leaking slit.
“Cazzo!” Massimo swore under his breath, and a chain of Italian curse words – I could only assume they were Italian because I couldn’t understand a single one of them – were quick to escape his mouth as I sucked on the thick, mushroom head of his cock.
It didn’t take much sucking from me for Massimo to lose all self-control, but I certainly wasn’t complaining. The tears that rolled down my face as he fucked my mouth like it was his own personal sex toy probably gave it that complaining impression, but nothing except for the sounds of pleasure left my mouth. That, and the squelching sounds of his cock hitting the back of my throat each time.
“What are you doing?” I groaned and kissed the tip as he pulled it out of my mouth for the final time and kept it there. “I wasn’t finished.”
“But I would if you continue deep throating my cock like that,” Massimo groaned and pumped his cock, his eyes dark and stormy as he stared at me, still knelt on the ground in front of him with my lips only millimetres away from his cock which was wet and slick with my saliva.
“Massimo,” I whined, my lips tugging down at the corners. “I wasn’t finished,” I repeated in another whine.
“I’ll let you suck my cock to your hearts content another day, Cara, but today, I need to fuck your pussy, and I needed to have fucked it five minutes ago,” Massimo growled out and with his spare hand, he leaned down and curled my hair around it.
Fisting my hair, he pulled my up to my feet and bowed his head over mine, pressing a hard, hot kiss to my mouth. His tongue thrust in and out of my mouth almost as hard and fast as his cock had just done down my throat, somehow finding time to sensually stroke my tongue with each thrust.
“I’ve fucked your mouth. Now I need to fuck your pussy, Cara. Can I?” he groaned against my mouth, backing us both up against the wall until I was caged between it and his large frame, trapped. But I didn’t feel trapped. Instead, I felt safe.
Insanely horny to the extent that my eyes were still wet with the tears from him fucking my mouth and I could now almost cry for the innate need to have his cock deep inside of me, but safe, nonetheless.
“How do you want me, Cara?” Massimo asked in a surprisingly gentle voice, pressing a soft kiss to my lips.
I moaned against his mouth but before I could get carried away in the utter sexiness that was Massimo Mancini, I turned around and hiked my skirt up.
Getting fucked from behind was my favourite position and I nearly always came that way. But something told me that with Massimo around, cumming wasn’t going to be a problem.
It was always chilly out at this time of night, so I often wore pantyhose. Before I could roll them down so he could slip his fat cock between my legs and pound my pussy until I couldn’t remember anything but his name, I heard a loud tear.
“What the fuck!” I swore in shock and when I glanced over my shoulder, much to my surprise, I was met with a cheeky grin. But it was gone almost as soon as I saw it.
Massimo pressed a wet kiss to both of my butt cheeks – now exposed thanks to the way he had torn through the middle of my pantyhose, leaving nothing but scraps that hung aimlessly from my legs.
A quiet moan escaped me, and I turned my head to press more forehead to the wall as he slipped a hand between my legs and applied pressure to my pussy over the thin, wet material of my panties. They hugged my pussy in such an uncomfortable way.
“You’re soaked, Cara,” he chuckled. “Take your panties off for me.”
“If I was going to be taking my panties off, there was no need to tear through my pantyhose like that,” I grumbled as I kicked off the material from the bottom half of my body, including my shoes. They were healed ankle boots so I was now two inches shorter, but Massimo didn’t seem to have any qualms about it as he linked the slick head of his cock with my weeping slit.
“And there’s no need for you to be so fucking sexy, Cara,” Massimo moaned throatily in my ear, and I was quick to mimic the sound when I felt his cock push through my pussy lips and evade my slick hole which wept at the initial feel of his thick, throbbing cock. “Now be a good girl and moan my name while I pound this pretty little pussy of yours,” he growled, pushing his cock deeper into the same time as he slapped his hand down on one of my ass cheeks.
It stung for a moment but only added to the pleasure.
I gave Massimo what he wanted and moaned out his name, pushing my hips back to meet him thrust for thrust. It was almost impossible not to with the way he was jack hammering into me right now.
He fucked me as if he intended to ruin me for any other man. As if that was more important to him than chasing his own release. The thought only made my pussy wetter and with one particularly hard thrust and the pressure of his thumb flicking my clit, I threw my head back against his chest and moaned loudly as I came all over his cock.
I had never cum so hard before in my life.
But Massimo didn’t stop there.
No, his cock continued to violate my weeping pussy, my orgasm having only sparked something inside of him. While his thrusts grew sloppy in timing, they were harder and he ground his hips into me more, forcing me close to the edge once more.
In my delirious state of being on the border of my second orgasm in less than five minutes, I hadn’t realised that Massimo hadn’t slipped on a condom. Thankfully, one of us had the good sense to pull out just when he felt his balls throb and ache.
Not even a moment later, he spurted his milky white cum over my ass, and as if determined not to cum alone, he slipped three fingers into my weeping hole. They didn’t stretch me out nearly as much as his cock did, but they slammed into me just as hard until finally, I came once again.
I panted and moaned, my forehead still resting against the wall as I heard him shuffle around behind him. My eyebrows shot up in surprise as I felt the soft touch of him dabbing at my ass and when I glanced over my shoulder, my lips parted in shock at the sight of him cleaning his cum off me with his handkerchief.
Maybe my standards in men were low, but no one had ever done that for me before.
“Sorry for the mess, Cara, but I cleaned you up,” Massimo dropped the apology on my lips in the form of a sweet kiss. I moaned when his hands travelled over the slope of my back and the curve of my hips until they finally landed on my ass. He was both cheeks a firm, doting squeeze before he reached for the material of my skirt and pulled it down over my ass.
How could this man go from fucking my brains out like it was his one job in life one minute, to the most sweetest, gentle man I had ever met the next?
“What are you doing?” I moaned, watching him from under hooded eyes as he stuck something in his pocket before moving his hands to put his back away in the confinement of his slacks. Slacks that seemed a little tighter around the crotch area than they had when he first walked into the store.
“Your panties are mine now,” Massimo chuckled, and he leaned in to swallow the protest on the tip of my tongue in a dirty kiss that left the sweet taste of pussy in my mouth.
There was something so erotic about being able to taste myself on his tongue.
My pussy was still quivering when we finally emerged from the backroom. I tugged on the bottom of my skirt, making sure it covered my ass now that my tights had been torn and my panties were safely tucked away in his pocket, and he wore the biggest grin I could imagine him ever wearing on his face.
-
Please remember to like, comment, REVIEW and follow me if you haven’t already! Check out my PATREON if you would like the read this ENTIRE book, and get EARLY ACCESS to the rest of this series - up to CHAPTER 25 of BOOK 3! :)
PATREON: https://www.patreon.com/LaylaKnight
Layla Knight
24.01.2022
