Page 60 of Tempting Tessa

I can feel her getting wetter, her arousal dripping down onto the sheets beneath her.

“That’s it. Let go. Give it to me,” I command, fucking her faster, harder, my wrist starting to ache from the effort. But I don’t slow down—not when she’s this close, not when she’s writhing and moaning like a fucking dream.

“Matteo! Fuck, oh my god, fuck,” she cries out, her entire body shaking with the force of her orgasm.

I don’t stop, don’t give her time to recover. I keep the toy moving, slower now but still hitting that spot inside her that makes her squirm. She’s making these little broken sounds, halfway between sobs and moans, her hands clutching desperately at the sheets.

“One more,” I tell her, not a request but a statement of fact. “You can give me one more.”

“I can’t,” she gasps, shaking her head. “Too much—too sensitive⁠—”

“You can and you will,” I say firmly, increasing the pressure on her clit. “Your body belongs to me, and I say you can come again.”

She’s whimpering now, caught between pleasure and oversensitivity, but I can feel her responding, her hips moving in little jerks against the toy. The blindfold is damp with her tears, her lips bitten red and swollen.

“Good girl,” I praise as she stops fighting it, surrendering to the sensations. “That’s my good fucking girl. Taking it so well for me.”

Her breath is coming in short, sharp pants, her chest heaving. She’s lost in it now, floating in that space where nothing matters except the pleasure I’m giving her. No more thoughts about being pregnant, about what her father will say or do, about anything except this moment, this feeling.

“Please,” she whispers, the word barely audible. “Please, Daddy.”

Those two words fucking undo me. She’s never called me Daddy without me forcing it out of her first. I increase the pressure, twist the toy just right, and watch her come apart for me again. Her entire body shudders, thighs clamping around my hand as she grinds down.

I pull the dildo out slowly, savoring the way her pussy clings to it, trying to keep it inside. She whimpers at the loss, her chest heaving with exertion. The toy glistens with her juices, slick and shining in the low light.

I line my cock up with her entrance, rubbing the head through her folds, coating myself in her slickness. She’s so fucking ready for me, swollen and sensitive.

“Please,” she whispers, hips shifting restlessly.

“Please what?” I tease, pushing just the tip inside her tight heat.

“Fuck me,” she begs, voice raw. “I need you inside me.”

I push into her in one long, slow thrust, feeling her body stretch to accommodate me.

I start moving, setting a deep, relentless pace. Each thrust pushes her up the bed until I grip her hips, holding her in place. The wet sounds of our fucking fill the room, obscene and perfect.

“This is where you belong,” I tell her, voice rough with exertion. “Under me. Taking my cock. Carrying my baby.”

I reach for the dildo, still slick with her juices. I drag the head of it up her body, leaving a wet trail across her stomach, between her breasts, before bringing it back down. She’s still blindfolded, has no idea what I’m planning, and that makes my cock throb even harder inside her.

I press it against her swollen clit while I continue fucking her, and her whole body jerks like she’s been electrocuted.

“What if I fuck you with it at the same time?” I growl against her ear, slowing my thrusts just enough to tease the toy at her entrance alongside my cock. “Stretch this pretty fucking pussy around both. It’s the only way I’ll ever let another dick touch you again.”

“Oh god,” she gasps, her internal muscles clenching around me at just the suggestion. “I can’t—you’re already so big⁠—”

“You can,” I insist, applying gentle pressure with the toy. “You’ll take whatever I give you, won’t you, baby? Because you’re mine.”

I reach up and pull the blindfold off, wanting to see her eyes as I fuck her. She blinks up at me, pupils blown wide with pleasure, lips parted and swollen from biting them. Her cheeks are flushed, hair wild around her head like a purple halo.

“Look at me while I fuck you,” I command, starting to move. “I want you to know exactly who’s inside you, who’s making you feel this good.”

“Matteo—”

“You can take it,” I tell her, applying light pressure with the toy as I continue to pump into her. “I’ll make it so good for you.”

I can see the moment she surrenders—her eyes going soft, her body relaxing beneath me. She nods, almost imperceptibly, and that’s all the permission I need.