ELEVEN

ALESSANDRO

He let out a small sound, like a soft whimper, before he went to his knees.

He bent over the edge of the bed, his ready ass in the air, without hesitation.

My Adam's apples bobbed in my throat at the unholy sight before me.

"Sweet heavens," I muttered as my cock jerked violently between my thighs.

I reached forward to push him down flatter over the edge of the bed.

My fingers found his hole and I circled the spot slowly with one finger.

Soft sounds escape his lips, ones that nearly make me come right then and there.

Both of my palms started to spread his ass cheeks wide as I settled between them.

My head dipped towards him.

"Arghhhhh," he moaned as I licked a slow stripe up the inside of one thigh.

Then the other.

He began to tremble as I pushed his knees higher, opening him completely.

"Relax for me," I said the moment I raised my head. "I will take care of you."

He nodded once, small and quick, and instantly tried to loosen his muscles.

My head delved back into that heat and my tongue easily found him again.

"Ohhh!" He gasped as I circled his entrance once, twice—then pressed inside.

His lower body instantly arched off the bed with a sharp broken gasp.

“Fuck—”

I held his hips down and kept licking slow circles around the edge of his hole.

His hole pulsed against my moving tongue.

I could feel his legs shaking as I delivered

deeper thrusts with my tongue.

Wet.

Relentless.

His hands fisted the sheets around him as his breathing turned ragged.

I felt him clench and relax around my tongue over and over again.

And when he desperately started pushing back against my face, I pulled away.

"Get on the bed, ass up," I instructed as my hands reached for the lube which was sitting on the nightstand.

He did as I asked, climbing into the large bed and staying on all fours.

“Spread wider," I snapped.

He began to adjust his posture.

"I have waited too fucking long to bury myself in you, Matteo. Tonight I am not stopping until you’re dripping with me.”

He made a small sound.

The bed dipped under our joint weight when I climbed in after him and gently pushed his head down into the mattress.

He corrected his pose instantly into a collapsed doggy, my best position.

I opened the bottle of lube and poured a generous amount onto my fingers.

My eyes were trained on his pretty ass as I rubbed them together to warm it up.

"Perfect," I murmured, going closer to him, my dick coming to rest against his thighs.

He let out a soft moan.

“Feel my cock against your thigh? That’s what waiting does to a man."

I leaned in and he moaned, my hard as rock cock poking him tenderly.

"Now grind on it," I ordered. "Let me feel how badly you need to be filled.”

He moved his hips, his ass grinding over my cock slowly as he moaned softly.

I closed my eyes and let myself feel every bit of sensation running through me.

He moved like a lap dancer, rubbing the length of my dick with expert ease.

My hand shot out to grip his waist, to stop him before he would make me cum.

I couldn't come now.

"Spread those cheeks so I can see that tight little hole pretty boy," I muttered.

My voice was hoarse and tight.

"Yes," he murmured breathlessly as his hands reached for his ass cheeks.

He quickly spread them apart until his tight hole was staring straight at me.

My lubed hands reached for his ass hole and rubbed it into his skin.

He moaned softly.

A smirk curved my lips.

"You like when I touch your tight little butt don't you?" I asked as I carefully applied more of the lube to the spot.

I didn't want to hurt him later.

One of my fingers carefully slipped his tight hole to test if it was well lubricated.

Then two.

His breathing became quick and shallow.

I added one more finger to make it three and he began to tremble beneath me.

His moans were muffled against the mattress as I worked his hole open with extreme patience, even though my own cock was throbbing painfully.

"Alessandro, I-I..." he stammered.

I stopped and looked at him.

“What is it? Tell me.”

“I... I need—”

He paused because his voice shook.

“Yes?”

He said nothing.

"Look at me."

He turned his head back.

"Speak," I commanded, my own body tightening and vibrating with need.

"I need you to fuck me," he murmured his request breathlessly.

His head lay on the side and he watched me do things through heavy lidded eyes.

“Please.”

The plea did something to my body.

Desire rushed through every corner of my wanting body, wantonly possessing me.

"Look at you, already begging to be fucked by my cock," I ground out.

"Please," he added shamelessly.

My cock engorged the most.

"Patience sweet boy," I told him as I began to coat my cock next with the lube. "You'll get what you deserve."

My hands were swift lest I explode into smithereens right there on the bed.

My cock jerked a few times.

When I was done, I positioned the head at his entrance, nudging there gently.

His body tensed.

“This body, it's mine,” I said as I slowly began to push into his tight hole.

“Yes.”

"You are shaking already? When I’m barely inside? I want you to tremble every time you think about anyone else touching you.”

"Yes."

His voice shook.

A thick guttural sound left his lips, muffled against the bed as I sank deeper.

Inch by inch.

Until I am fully inside.

Buried to the hilt.

"Fawwwk," he moaned into the mattress as he began to breathe heavily.

I could feel him around me.

Tight. Hot. Perfect.

We both pause to breathe together.

I withdraw my cock to the cap and then hold his waist as I ram in again, harder.

He yelped underneath me.

I repeat the motion, moving carefully into him this time while taking my sweet time to stretch his hole with patience.

"So good," I moaned.

The sight of his ass hole swallowing my cock turned me on more than the sweet feeling of his cocoon wrapped around my length.

He tried to hide his moans in the mattress and I stopped moving instantly.

“Cry if you have to," I sneered. "But don’t you dare muffle my name."

My voice was thick with pleasure.

"I want the whole house to know who is making you scream like this.”

He nodded slightly.

"Fucking mine," I said, gripping his waist and going all in with one poweful thrust.

He cried out so loudly that I was sure the entire staff would be able to hear him.

Good. They should know that I was fucking the husband that I married today.

“You ran once. Never again," I grunted. "By the end of the night, you will be so full of me that you can’t think straight.”

"Yessss," he gasped.

I didn’t stop until my cock disappeared, buried completely inside of him, to the very hilt, surrounded by tight heat.

"Oh, Alessandro," he moaned.

I leaned down to plant a soft kiss on the top of his spine, at his back.

"Mine."

Then I straightened and pulled him closer to me with a firm grip on his waist.

"Fucking mine," I reiterated.

I started to move inside of him with slow thrusts at first—long and deep.

He groaned every time my cock filled every inch of his tight hole completely.

"Do whatever you need—just don’t stop taking every inch I give,” I snarled.

I kept the pace steady at first because I really needed to let him feel every inch of me.

Let myself feel how good this was after so many months of nothing but memory.

This was almost too much.

His hands gathered the sheets in his fist with each lazy stroke in him.

Each one dragged a sound from him.

“I’m going to fuck you until your legs give out. Then I will fuck you again while you are still shaking. You don’t get to rest until I’ve ruined you entirely for anyone else.”