Between my burning body and my racing heart, I didn't know which one was my biggest traitor.
Liquid trickled between my buttocks. Camillo slid his fingers between them, massaging the oil into my entrance. I felt the pad of his finger draw circles, followed by pressure and... Oh my God.
He was inside my ass.
I clenched my hands tightly on the duvet and held my breath. The sensation was different, strange. His finger moved gently in and out of me, and I couldn't help but notice how my nipples hardened even more and the heat between my legs flamed.
It was... good. And I felt... undone.
“Ready?” He purred and removed his finger. It didn't take long for me to feel the round head of his penis touching my entrance.
I trembled a little.
Seconds ago, I had him inside my body. His absurd length, his thickness, filling me and sinking into me. The veins protruding along his length massaging me, and the round, red head making room for itself in my insides. I knew he was too big.
However...
“Daisy?”
“Please...” I moaned, feeling the pressure of his penis, the heat and wetness increasing even more between my legs. God, I wanted him to fill me completely. “Please, Camillo.”
“Say it.” He purred, pressing a little harder, and I felt my body dilate around him, silently inviting him in. “Say: my ass is yours.”
“My... ass... is yours.”
My arms buckled and I bit the duvet, feeling him enter very slowly. It hurt like a bitch. It burned. Still, I felt my pussy pulsing and the pressure returning to my lower abdomen. He entered a little more and I whimpered against the mattress.
“Shhh, it's okay. Take a deep breath.” He tried to calm me down, massaging my lower back. His delicate touch gave me goosebumps and I ended up closing my eyes and taking a deep breath. I felt him enter me completely, my body relaxing around him, accommodating him. “That's it...”
Camillo began to move and my legs trembled with the sensation. I felt full, filled to a level I never thought possible. One of his hands slid down my hip and sank between my legs, pinching and circling my clitoris.
I moaned as he increased his pace, my face buried in the bed, and I felt myself once again on the verge of reaching the pinnacle of pleasure. “Sei perfetta,Piccola Furetta. Perfetta.” My body writhed and I muffled a little cry into the duvet, reaching the peak of my pleasure, gasping for air as my whole body surrendered to spasms.
A grunt emerged from Camillo's chest and he buried himself inside me, staying still, his body pulsing inside mine. When he pulled away, warm liquid dripped from my opening onto my legs.
My body slumped and I gasped, trying to catch my breath, and waited for his weight beside me in bed, or at least close to me.
But it didn't happen.
Hearing barefoot footsteps on the floor, I saw him heading for the door with his clothes and shoes in his hands.
I sat up.
“Aren’t… Aren't you staying?”
He turned on his heels and gave me a smile that made my stomach sink. “Why should I?”
“What just happened... I thought… We—”
“This is just sex, Daisy. There is no ‘us’,capisci?”
I nodded and felt the shattering of a heart that I wasn't sure when It had even been rebuilt.
Chapter 41
Camillo Vicari
July, 2025