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him lift me off the chair and push me backward on the bed. “Spread your legs, little thief,” he instructed, his eyes fiery with need. I opened them wide, and arched my hips upward towards him in unspoken invitation. When he had taken me the last time, I had been face-down, and he had taken me from behind. This time, I was on my back and I could look into his eyes as he entered me.
    I discovered I really wanted to see his face as he thrust into my body.
    His eyes met mine. “Keep your eyes on me, sweetness,” he instructed. “Don’t close them.”
    I nodded my compliance. This was not an order I was going to have trouble obeying.
    His fingers quickly removed his clothes. Shirt, belt, pants, briefs. I stared shamelessly as his cock came into view. He was beautiful and long and thick, and I instinctively spread my legs wider.
    A condom wrapper was retrieved from the pocket of his pants with a little tsk of impatience. The clothes were tossed aside carelessly and the condom rolled on. Then he reached towards me and pulled me to the foot of the bed. He moved my legs over his shoulders, and in one swift, ramming motion, he thrust, pushing his entire length into me.
    I screamed. I had just come; everything was sensitive. And the butt plug added an extra dimension of fullness, making me feel almost overwhelmed. Yet, I felt my hips rise towards him as he pulled out, looked at me intently, and thrust himself back into me again.
    “Fuck, Antonio,” I groaned, shutting my eyes for an instant.
    “Keep those eyes open,” he snapped, punctuating his statement with two hard spanks on my thighs. My eyes flew open, and I bit my lip. Too much. My vagina was quivering, every muscle tensing around his assault. My butt was clenching around the plug.
    “Beg,” he said, as he pulled away till he was almost completely out of my body. He held his cock there, waiting and intent. That beautiful head was right at the entrance of my pussy, and I would have to beg him to slam it into me.
    “Please,” I begged him. He didn’t move. “Please fuck me,” I whimpered. Nothing. “Please, please, Antonio, I need you, I’m going to fall apart, please, I’m begging you…” The words were streaming out, with my mind only dimly aware of what I was saying. “Please,” I begged again, helpless need in my eyes. “Please fuck me, Antonio. Make me yours.”
    He smiled at me, as he slammed into me so hard my entire body moved back on the bed. His hands quickly pulled my body back into him, and he pulled out and rammed me again. I screamed and moaned and moved my hips to greet each and every movement of his body.
    “Move the plug with your hands,” he ordered. “I want to feel it move in your body in rhythm with me.”
    I obeyed mindlessly. There was a dim hurt in my ass as my fingers pulled the plug out, and pushed it back in. He was slamming into me, hard and fast, and I twisted my body slightly and tried to match his speed. In the back of my head, I knew my ass would be sore tomorrow, and so would my pussy. Right now, I didn’t care. He was hurting me in the best kind of way. The way I needed. And yet his gaze held mine, and there was only warmth in his eyes.
    Finally, I felt his body tense, and his hands grip my thighs cruelly. “Fuck, Lucia,” he said with a groan as he came, finally closing his eyes in that final moment of release. He ground into my pussy and stayed buried in me as his breathing steadied. “Fuck, Lucia,” he repeated, his voice softer as he pulled out.
    It startled me that I felt bereft without him.

Chapter 10
    Lucia:
    “Ready to go again?” he asked me after a few minutes of silence. He had removed the butt plug from my body, and our bodies were side-by-side on the bed, close enough that I could hear his even breathing.
    “Can I get a drink of water?” I asked him.
    He nodded and rose from the bed, comfortable in his nakedness. “Still, yes?” he asked me.
    It made me a little nervous that he had remembered my