Warped Reality

He let go of one of my a.s.s cheeks to reach down front of me and found my c.l.i.t. He pressed a thumb so hard on it, causing me to jerk before moving in a circular motion. I started to toss him off of my body as I bucked my h.i.p.s so wild beneath him when I felt another o.r.g.a.s.m resurfacing. But his weight could be at least twice as mine that he still able to anchor me down with his c*ck that's stabbing me relentlessly, reaming my tight wet p.u.s.s.y with his wide d.i.c.k and batting my cervix mercilessly with his c.o.c.khead.

"Yes! Yes! Oh, yes! Ino! Ino! Oh, shit! Mr. Lombardi! Oh, God! Dont stop! Dont stop! Please, oh Jesus!"

Mr. Lombardi chuckled before he released a loud feral groan. His already huge c.o.c.k that kept drilling me hard somehow grew even bigger and longer inside me. He stopped strumming my c.l.i.t and resumed gripping my a.s.s tight with both hands to raise my pelvis up, flushed against his groin. I whimpered because he's too deep inside me and it's painful. So good but it's still painful.

He'd stopped thrusting and just held himself deep that way in me before I felt two piercing points at my shoulder just as hot, thick liquid starting to wrap around my walls. His d.i.c.k was just so thick that he'd invaded my c*nt to full capacity. I couldn't feel the tip of him spewing s.e.m.e.n since there's just no more room for his white, hot spending to fly around anymore. His s.p.e.r.m just bubbled up from his tip before coating around his length and filling my p.u.s.s.y full of his swimmers.

My wanton cries were melding with Ivano's deep l.u.s.tful groans as he continued pumping my c*nt full of his generous hot creamy load. I suddenly imagined myself pregnant with his baby and my heart ached at the strong d.e.s.i.r.e for it to happen. At last, when I felt his c*ck stopped twitching, his jaw released my shoulder, he relaxed his grip around my a.s.s before raising his body from me. I instantly missed the warm contact of his warm sleek c.h.e.s.t against my own but his hands remained on my body, massaging and rubbing away the ache of my muscles.

"Sweet, Stella..." I heard Ino whispered in my dream, so deep and husky and still heavily breathing. "Forgive me, baby girl." He rolled me on my stomach without pulling his c.o.c.k out of my p.u.s.s.y. "Forgive me, my sweet, sweet girl."

His voice seemed to be in a miserable agony while I felt his hands frantically rubbing all over my body, my back and kneading my a.s.s cheeks. Ino pulled out of me. No, more like wrenched out before slamming his c.o.c.k back inside my swelling c*nt. So fast and brutal that I cried out with the pain. Jesus Christ! I'm already tender from that first time. But with the way he's f.u.c.k.i.n.g me now, I knew I'd be very sore tomorrow.

"It's so good! Please, don't stop!" I told him instead.

A soft smile spread my lips. This was just a dream. A carnal delicious dream I knew would never ever happen in reality. So instead of complaining of the pseudo pain, I indulged this once in a lifetime fantasy and enjoyed it. I pushed my a.s.s back to Ino each time he plunged into me to meet him halfway of his vigorous thrust and his c.o.c.k would pound my cervix repeatedly. Again and again. Pound and pound and pound and our skin would slap, slap, slap. My toes curled with the force of our f.u.c.k.i.n.g and my cervix felt already battered. But I took it all. I embraced the pain. I clamped down around his c.o.c.k that's violently coming in, in, in and into me. Because behind all the pain was a loud cry of pleasurable release for both of us.

My channel felt so uncomfortably sticky and full with both Ivano's man juice and his still hard length that he's yet to pull out. He slowly rolled me over to my back until I was spread wide in front of him again. Ino then laid beside me on the bed and dr.a.p.ed me over his body. His d.i.c.k slipped a little but not totally out of me. He adjusted my body on top of him, shimmying me down so my love tunnel would swallow all of his length and my c.l.i.t would be smothered by his pelvis. This position somehow made him even bigger and longer. I felt fuller and the bite of his ruthless invasion more pronounced.

"Sweet girl." He g.r.o.a.n.e.d into my ear. "Forgive me, my sweet, sweet Stella." He gripped my a.s.s tight and spread the cheeks apart.

I knew then what his apologies meant. He wasn't actually sorry that he'd be f.u.c.k.i.n.g me again. He's definitely sorry for not being sorry.

"I want you." I told him for encouragement. "Please, I want you so much. I want you again!"

"You want me to do this all the time, Stella?" Ino asked while c.a.r.e.s.sing my back, pinching my n.i.p.p.l.es and gripping my a.s.s.

"Yes!" My reply was immediate and desperate.

"Then come to me. Come into my room. The east wing of the third level. Come to me and I'll make your body burn and your p.u.s.s.y sore and dripping with my c.u.m. I'll take you over and over, you won't be able to walk for a month."

"I..." I knew in reality Ivano strictly prohibited me going in his own wing but since this was just a dream, I just agreed. "I will. I want that. I want you to stuff me with your c.o.c.k and cream me with your c.u.m! Please, please! Ino, I beg you to f.u.c.k me! F.u.c.k me! F.u.c.k me!"

With a long intake of breath, he started f.u.c.k.i.n.g me again from beneath. Brutal pound after pound of his c.o.c.k, slamming into my soring c*nt. I ground my h.i.p.s down with his thrusts and greedily took all his merciless beating. Ivano gripped me tight and bite my b.r.e.a.s.t and my contracting p.u.s.s.y synchronized with his s.u.c.k.i.n.g before we both came in desperate screams. And yet, it wasn't the last position he put me into.

The dream kept on going with endless f.u.c.k.i.n.g and exploding o.r.g.a.s.m after o.r.g.a.s.m and it was a painful bliss. Ivano, in my dream, didn't pull out of me until I collapsed and passed out in his arms. Even then, he still didn't stop.