I prop myself up on my elbows as he tears open the package and watches as he rolls the condom down his hard length. His eyes go to mine, desire, lust and so much more within them. — Tell me what you want, Elizabeth.
I stare at him until my eyes are drawn down to watch as he gradually runs his fingers over my triangle. I sigh in anticipation. —Tell me, Elizabeth. — he growls. — Tell me you want me to f**k you. I want to hear the words.
I bite my bottom lip, watching as he places his length against my slit. He stops and I look up to meet his eyes. I can see him trying to rein in his control, the vein in his neck prominent as he looks at me, waiting for my words. — f**k me, Ettore. — I whisper as he slowly presses the tip of his c**k to my entrance. I tense up at the thought of accepting hi
