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He rolls his hips slowly, dragging the head of his cock through my wetness before resting it against my entrance again. “Just the tip.”

My pulse jumps, my lips parting in surprise. I hadn’t considered that. “Just the tip?”

“Enough for you to feel me. Enough for me to feel you. Nothing more until you’re actually ready for more.”

I stare at him, thinking about it. About how badly I want him. About how relieved I am that he isn’t about to push that entire thing inside me.

“Okay,” I whisper.

His eyes sharpen. “Okay, what?”

“Just the tip, Daddy.”

“Good girl.” His voice drops lower. “Now ask me nicely.”

The grin that spreads across my face is bright and sudden. “Can I please have your tip inside me, Daddy?”

Something flashes in his eyes—dark and hungry. Then he leans back on his heels and fists his cock while inching closer. I moan out loud when he rubs the tip all the way along my slit and up to my clit. The touch sends zings of electricity sparking all along my skin.

“Again.”

“Daddy, please give me the tip,” I whine.

The head of his cock breaches me slowly. The stretch is immediate, burning as my body resists then yields in increments that feel like they’re being measured in heartbeats. He’s thick, so much thicker than his fingers, and the pressure of just the tip inside me is enough to make my vision blur.

My inner walls clamp around him, trying to pull him deeper, and the sensation of my body fighting against his restraint is maddening. He holds absolutely still, one hand braced beside my head, the other gripping my hip hard enough to bruise.

“Breathe,” he murmurs. “Relax for me.”

I try. I really try. But my body is greedy, hungry, clenching around him in rhythmic pulses. He’s barely inside me and already I feel full, stretched.

Domenico moves in shallow, controlled pushes. But true to his word, he never gives me more than the tip before he withdraws and starts all over again. Each thrust sends a shock through my core.

“You’re so tight,” he grunts. “Taking just the tip and you’re squeezing me like a fist. Fuck, Kira. When you’re ready to be fucked properly, you’re going to take all of me. Every inch. And you’re going to come so hard you forget your own name.”

My fingers dig into his forearms. I can feel the muscle flexing under my grip, the veins standing out against his skin, and I leave crescent marks with my nails.

Right now, I don’t care. All I care about is the maddening, teasing rhythm of his cock barely inside me, the promise of more just beyond my reach. Letting go of my hip, he moves his hand between us and thumbs my clit.

“Domenico!” I cry, my insides clenching around him. “I’m going to… I’m so close… don’t stop, Daddy.”

He growls, the sound completely primal. “Be a good girl and come on my cock.”

I lift my hips, instinctively trying to get more of him inside me, but every time I try, he retreats. “I thought you were my good girl,” he tsks. “But you’re being very bad right now, Kira.”

“I need… I need…” My words disappear beneath a scream as I come around the tip of his cock. “Daddy!”

He continues to play with my clit, not stopping until I come down from my high and force my eyes to open. I can feel a satisfied smile spreading across my lips.

“That was perfect,” I sigh.

I want to say more, but I forget what when he pulls out of me. The sound I make is pure protest—a whimper, high and desperate, my hips chasing the sensation as it leaves me. My inner walls clench around nothing, empty and aching, and I could cry from the loss of it.

“I’m going to come,” Domenico says, his voice tight with restraint. “And I can’t come in your cunt yet.”

His hand wraps around his cock. He pushes himself firmer against my legs, and I pull them up so there’s more room for him. I can’t look away as he strokes himself with quick, firm pulls.

“This is how much I want you,” he groans. “I almost slammed into your tight cunt to fill you with my cum. You make me fucking forget everything.”