Page 49 of A New Days Don

More.

More.

More.

“Just like that.” He pants. My core tightens, and sparks of heat begin to tingle between my thighs, “You are doing so well, baby, chase your pleasure.”

My hands grip his shoulders as my hips figure out the pace that makes every nerve in my body sing. I should feel more embarrassed that I am rubbing myself against this man on the side of the road with nothing but thin layers of cotton between us, but I can’t bring myself to care. Not when it feels this good and not when it’s him beneath me praising me.

“Massimo,” I whimper, my eyes screwing shut. His hand pulls back, swatting me lightly, almost teasingly so, on my bottom, his hand landing and gripping the cheek. I gasp, wanting more, and meet his dark brown gaze.

“Don’t close your eyes, I want you to look at me when you cum.” He doesn’t give me a chance to answer before he lowers his lips to mine, forcing more of this pleasure to roll through me. With one hand still helping to guide my hips, the other comes up to cup my breast through my bra. I moan, pushing the heavy, tender mound into his hand further.

He pulls away enough to rasp into my mouth, “Do you like that?”

I nod, and he pinches my nipple through the bra. What should have been a spike of pain twists into pleasure, and I mewl for more, grinding my hips against him as all the pleasure knots within me into a ball that feels ready to implode.

“I asked you a question, Mila.” He growls, his hands stopping my frantic movements against him. I cry out my displeasure, and he smirks at me, his eyes hooded and dark, “Answer me.”

“What?!” I snap, making him chuckle.

He leans his lips in, so they brush against my ear with each word, “Watch your tone with me, pretty girl, or I will let you sit in your soaked little panties with your needy little pussy throbbing and aching for release until we get home.”

I wrack my brain for the question he asked, desperate to return to the feeling of my slick pussy against his ridge, desperate to be close to him and his heat.

“Do you like it when I play with your tits and the perfect nipples I know are hidden beneath this bra?” Massimo reiterates, his hand coming up to pinch my nipple again. I arch into him, nodding my head, panting.

“Y-yes,” I whimper, and then I’m pressed against him. His lips kiss and brush against my jaw and neck as his hands play with my nipples. Everything suddenly becomes too much. The sparks of pleasure exploding from my breasts make them heavier than before. My hips stutter against him. Emotions and bundles of nerves scream from within me, and I stop. Pulling myself back breathlessly.

“Don’t stop, baby, you’re almost there.” Massimo groans, resting his head back on the headrest.

“I-I can’t,” my teeth begin to chatter, and my body trembles as all the raw, frayed nerves scream. My core aches and pulses.

“Yes, you can. I promise I’m here to catch you. Cum for me, Mila. I won’t let anything happen to you.” Massimo murmurs, every one of his words feels much deeper than just helping me through this. Every word seeps through, calming the fear that rises and quelling the nervousness.

I rock again, Massimo holding onto my hips, guiding me as I approach the same edge as before. Everything in me goes off like a siren, and I want to pull away. I want to stop whatever is about to happen. It doesn’t feel right. It feels as overwhelming as panic, but also as freeing as falling into a pit of darkness.

“Soak me, sweetheart. Mark me with your cum. When we walk these streets tonight, I want everyone to know I’m yours.” Massimo gives my ass a firm swat. I yelp with pleasure, chasing the pain as I grind on him. That’s all it takes. My mind blurs, and the sparks turn into explosions as stars implode, but Massimo keeps my gaze fixed on his dark eyes.

I know I’m crying out and moaning, but the ringing in my ears makes it hard to hear myself. All my muscles tense at once, and my core clenches over and over again as the tsunami wave of immense pleasure smashes into me.

My lips, nose, and fingers begin to tingle as I come down from the high. I can barely keep myself up, and when Massimo pulls me into his embrace, I go willingly. Slumping into his chest, I whimper as my sensitive clit pulses against him.

“Shhh…” He hushes the noise reeling in my mind as if he too can hear the ringing and internal alarms going off, trying to understand what we just experienced, “That’s my good girl. You did so well. You cum so beautifully.”

I came.

Tears burn my eyes as I try to pull away from Massimo. He doesn’t let me, though. Instead, he keeps me firmly pressed to his chest and beating heart. One of his hands rubs my back, while he peppers kisses over my flushed face.

Oh, God… I’m going to cry. I don’t want to be the girl who cries during sex. Shame flushes over my skin as I try to stop them, but it only makes it worse.

I tremble and shake with the aftermath, trying desperately to hide my sniffles.

“That’s it, baby, let it all out.” He hums, rubbing my back, and the tears pour for him. My body listening to his command and releasing every drop of built-up emotion for him.

We park on the same side street as last week. It’s as quiet as before, save for the distant noise coming from the neon-lit street behind us. I shift to get out, but stop when Massimo clears his throat.

“What did I tell you last time?” He asks, dark eyes shining with lethal seriousness that makes me shift under the weight of his gaze.