Sharon
Sharon felt her heart racing all the way down in her toes, something she hadn’t realized was possible until that night. Adrenaline and desire pounded through her veins; a heady cocktail, the likes of which she had never experienced before.
She didn’t know what it was about Vittorio, whether it was his firm hold on her body or the masterful way he teased out at her inner goddess as his tongue danced with hers. Whatever it was, she felt herself coming undone in his touch. He attacked her mouth with rough kisses, his beard gently scratching the sensitive skin on her face, just as she had imagined it would but, somehow, even sexier. His fingers gently squeezed her jaw, holding her firmly in place while his mouth worked its magic on her own.
She’d definitely never been kissed like that before.
Sharon couldn’t stop the tiny little moans that escaped her lips as Vittorio rolled onto his back, pulling her on top of him. Was it excitement? Pleasure? What feeling was causing her to make all these new, silly sounds? She didn’t know, and in the moment, she really didn’t care.
Her legs naturally spread a little wider as she straddled Vittorio, both of his hands firmly tangled in her hair as her brought her face down to his. She liked this, she realized, being on top of a man. She felt sexy, wanted, and in control. She had spent so much time worrying about giving herself to Vittorio, whether it would hurt, whether this was really how she wanted her first time to be. But she realized now that she was perfectly fine with whatever happened, as long as he kept kissing her.
She was ready to see how good his cock was going to feel.
Her mouth stayed on Vittorio’s, relishing in his rough, hungry kisses, as his hands made their way down her back to the band of her bra. His long fingers didn’t fumble with the clasp.
Just a second later, the hooks were unlatched, and the prudish bra slid down her arms. She sat up fully, tearing the bra off and freeing her breasts they bounced softly as she threw the scrap of fabric across the room.
“Fuck,” Vittorio growled, cupping his hands around both her breasts and pulling her back down. He took the excited peak of her right nipple into his mouth and sucked on it.
“Oh,” Sharon cried out involuntarily as the sensation of his hot mouth against her sensitive bud.
His hand slid further down her body, setting off a sweet, pleasant vibration between her legs. She felt her sex clench as he gently ground his teeth around her, setting her nerve endings on fire. Her nipple pulsed, sending out little waves of delight and desire to every corner of her being.
Vittorio released her swollen nipple, a thin line of spit trailing from his lips, and he turned his focus to her left one. Sharon felt her body buckle and shiver as the pleasure radiated through her.
Vittorio wrapped an arm around Sharon’s waist, effortlessly flipping her onto her back. His large body loomed over her, somehow protective and predatory all at once. He shoved her legs apart, settling himself on his knees between them.
A sliver of light peeked out from the bathroom, just enough for Sharon to watch as Vittorio tore off his jacket, pulled his shirt over his head, and threw them blindly across the dark room. Shadows danced over the rippled muscles of his torso, his full strong chest, and breathtakingly toned stomach.
He was covered in tattoos. More of his skin was black or colored than flesh tone. A giant, ornate black piece, which Sharon couldn’t quite make out in the dark, covered his chest. An eagle soared with wide open wings just under his solar plexus and a line of letters arched under his navel. Fluid, pointy tribal markings crept over his taut shoulders and up the base of his neck. She wanted to touch every one of them, to learn the story behind every drop of ink.
Sharon had never seen a man so beautiful outside of a magazine, let alone towering over her. She savored the sight until he brought himself back down on top of her. One rough hand just under her jaw tilted her head up to kiss him, while the other squeezed, groped and massaged her aching breast.
She moaned, but her moans were reduced to hums of pleasure by the aggressive way Vittorio worked his mouth against hers. He squeezed and twisted her rock-hard nipple in a way that almost hurt but felt so good. He moved his hand around her jaw, behind her head and locked her hair in his fingers like a vice. He yanked her head back and put his mouth on her neck, kissing, sucking and nibbling his way down to her collarbone. Sharon didn’t know it was possible, but she could somehow feel his kisses in every part of her body. She heaved and sighed uncontrollably, lost in sensation, as Vittorio pulled harder on her nipple.
Vittorio pushed her down harder, so her head was pinned against the bed.
“I’m going to ruin you for all other men.” He growled in her ear, his voice softly looming over her. Just the sound of it made Sharon tingle. The raw scent of his masculinity overwhelmed her. She had never been so turned on in her life.
Sharon was so flustered, all she could come up with was, “Please…”
Vittorio chuckled in the dark. “Good girl.”
He grabbed both of her breasts again, squeezing hard. “God,” he told her, “your tits are fucking perfect.” He rubbed and massaged the supple, tender flesh. Sharon buckled and wiggled under his rough grasp, relishing the way he made her feel things she had never felt before with just his hands.
“You’re fucking perfect,” Sharon said, and she meant it. In that moment, the potent intoxication of arousal, excitement, hormones and adrenaline controlled her every thought. She didn’t feel like herself anymore; more like a yearning nerve endings that longed to be fondled.
Vittorio clenched his jaw, aroused by her compliment and her angelic little face spitting out a swear word. His inebriating scent awoke the primal beat in Sharon. Her hips began to buck against him, her excitable sex yearning to be touched. He saw a dark little spot between her pussy lips where she had begun to soak her panties.
“Fuck me…” Sharon moaned..
He released one of her round tits to pin her hips down. “Not yet,” he instructed her.
Sharon gave an involuntary little whimper.
He traced the smooth, rounded line of her hip lightly with his finger, the delicate sensation of which had Sharon shivering all over again.
“You’re so responsive,” Vittorio said, sounding pleased. He loved how loud, how uninhibited she was. He definitely hadn’t expected this kind of a response out of a virgin.
“It’s just… I’ve never had anyone do this to me before,” Sharon told him breathily.
“How could I forget?” he groaned as he slipped the tip of his middle finger to just under the edge of her underwear. He curled his hand towards himself, pulling her panties just so, as he traced his finger across the elastic. “I can’t wait to be the only man to have you this way.”
Sharon shivered as his finger teased the smooth, shaven skin of her pubic mound. He traced his finger back the way it had come, this time dragging it just a bit lower. He was only about an inch from her swollen, eager clit but he seemed to relish her feral cravings more than he wanted to please her.
“Please,” Sharon begged him.
“Please what?” Vittorio asked, amused.
“Please, touch me!” she pleaded.
“Touch you where?” he asked, still tracing a light finger back and forth. Such a tease.
“My—my pussy!” Sharon cried, hardly recognizing the almost animal quality to her voice. She would have been ashamed had she not been so thoroughly distracted by the throbbing wet heat between her legs.
Apparently satisfied with her answer, Vittorio slipped his hand into her panties and began gently rolling the pad of his thumb around her clit. Sharon was practically blinded with pleasure and relief as he rubbed her. Her thighs quaked, her breathing quickened and her hands balled into fists.
“Yeah baby, squirm,” Vittorio told her, the savage in him coming to life. He wanted nothing but to see this woman beg for him, and he’d push her to any limit to make that happen. He wanted to own her, to make her body crave for him and only him—the same way he craved her.
Sharon obeyed. Her muscles tightened and she squirmed as pleasure crashed through her in unstoppable waves. She kicked and bucked, overstimulated as she was, but she never wanted the feeling to go away.
“Is this all you want?” he asked her, pushing a little harder into his thumb and rolling a little bit faster. He felt himself stiffen to his full length as he teased her. She was an irresistible sight. His cock was already rearing up and ready to take her, but he wasn’t done yet.
“N-No…” Sharon stammered through her gasps and moans.
“What else do you want?” he asked.
God, that deep voice, she gasped.
“Put, put it in me…” Sharon asked.
“What do you say?” he demanded. He was clearly enjoying demeaning her. There was a glint in his eye and a predatory curl to his lip that turned Sharon on even more.
“Please!” she pleaded again. She was so overwhelmed, she wanted him so bad, that she wasn’t above begging.
“Good girl,” he growled. He cupped both hands under her ass, pulling her towards him and tilting her hips so her legs went straight up in the air. He pulled her panties off in one quick motion, tossing them behind him, leaving Sharon completely nude and spread in front of him while the length of his enthusiastic erection strained against the denim of his jeans.
He took a moment to enjoy the view, her dangling legs and the smooth pink lips of her labia slick with arousal. He wanted nothing more than to ruin her.
With one hand, he resumed rubbing her clit in pleasantly maddening circles. He sucked on the index finger of his other hand, wetting it before gently sliding it into her eager slit.
“Oh… Oh, fuck!” Sharon yelped.
Once his finger was as far in her as it would go, he began curling it towards himself, stroking her insides in a way Sharon had never been stroked before. He slid his finger back out slowly, then pushed it back in, teasing her sex as he went. The slow, deliberate strokes, coupled with the clitoral stimulation, sent fireworks bursting behind Sharon’s eyelids.
Vittorio pushed a second finger into her and Sharon cried out.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Vittorio grumbled. “So fucking wet too.”
“Please, don’t stop,” she whimpered.
“Oh, I don’t plan to,” he said.
He started fingering her harder and faster, every slick hard slide of his fingers sending her closer and closer to the edge. She felt so vulnerable, her legs up and spread, as he drilled his digits into her and rubbed the most sensitive spot on her body. But somehow she felt no shame, no self-consciousness, only overwhelming, earth-shattering pleasure.
Sharon had never had an orgasm, but she knew she was nearing that point of no return. Vittorio kept working at her with his hands, savoring her unfiltered moans and total submission. Her greedy cunt began to clench around his fingers and he kept at his rhythmic tease of her insides until she came hard.
“Oh my god,” Sharon cried as Vittorio sent her into her first ever climax. She saw spots, her toes curled hard, and her body shook as the overwhelming burst of pleasure coursed through her like she just touched a live wire.
Vittorio slid his fingers out of her, putting them in his mouth and sucking her slick wetness off them. Sharon felt another little aftershock of pleasure as he slid his fingers out of his mouth. She marveled at the hyper-detailed skull tattooed on the back of his hand, at how it could be so artistic, so scary and so sexy all at once. The way he sucked his fingers really struck something in her core, it was just so hot.
“Get on your knees,” Vittorio instructed her.
Sharon’s legs felt as if they were made of jelly, but she did her best to pull herself together and comply. He cheeks were flushed, and her breath was ragged.
Once she was on her knees and facing him, Vittorio smiled. He backed away, climbing off the bed and fussing with his belt. Once undone, he pulled his pants and boxers down, stepping out of his shoes as he stripped himself.
Sharon’s eyes almost popped out of her head when she saw Vittorio’s enormous cock. Her first thought was, All of that is going to fit inside me?
“What?” he asked coyly. He put a knee on the bed and climbed towards her, his swollen member swinging around in front of him as it led the way. “Never seen one of these before?”
“Just,” Sharon explained, still shocked. “Just never that… big.”
“Ever tasted one?” he asked her with that deep gravel voice that left her dripping wet again.
“No,” she admitted.
“Come here,” he grumbled at her, tilting his hips towards her so his massive length stood out even straighter.
Sharon gulped but complied, crawling towards him and coming face to face with his cock.
“Open your mouth,” he commanded her as his hand rested against her chin.
Seems easy enough, Sharon thought. She put her mouth around his cock, and the strong musky scent filled her nose. Vittorio gasped as she took the rigid head of his cock into her mouth. She curled one small hand around the hardness. Still sucking on the head, she gently stroked the soft skin of his shaft.
Vittorio put a hand on the back of her head and pushed a little more of himself into her mouth. He gave a deep animalistic groan as she started to swallow more of him. He guided her head up and down, while she sucked hard on his cock. She never thought she would care for blow jobs, but with Vittorio, it felt different.
She wanted him to push himself deeper into her throat. She wanted to feel his balls on her chin. She couldn’t get enough of his hard cock throbbing in her mouth.
Her dentist had always marveled at her lack of a gag reflex, and now she realized what an asset it was.
Vittorio kept pushing himself into her, groaning and sighing with delight as Sharon just kept taking more and more of him into her sweet little mouth. He pulled her hair just slightly, forcing her pretty blue eyes to look up at him while he forced his cock all the way into her throat. He admired her trainability, her submission and her eagerness.
Sharon continued bobbing her head up and down while her hands rested gently on Vittorio’s taut thighs. From the sound of the noises he was making, she felt like she was probably doing a good job. His hand went heavy on the back of her head. He thrust into her mouth in little pulses, completely filling her throat until Sharon’s eyes watered; then he took a fistful of blonde locks and pulled her back.
A line of saliva ran from her lips to the hard, pinkish head of his cock. She took a long, ragged breath as she looked up at him. Her thighs were slick with her own arousal.
Vittorio looked down on her, menace and greed in his flashing dark eyes. “Ready?” he asked.
Sharon nodded the best she could under the tight grip he had on her hair. “Yes,” she assured him. “I’m ready.”
Vittorio tossed her back so hard that she practically bounced off the duvet. He took a firm hold of each of her calves, pulling them apart and spreading her legs wide. He pursed his lips and blew a gust of cool breath across her wet, wanting sex. Sharon shivered at the chilly sensation.
Vittorio smiled. He pushed a finger back into her, pumping it a few times to make sure her virgin cunt was wet and ready for him.
He situated himself between her legs and Sharon shuddered in anticipation as he rubbed his massive head against her tiny slit. He continued to rub the rounded tip up and down.
“You sure you want it?” He teased.
“Yes!” Sharon cried. “Yes, please! Take me!”
Vittorio pushed his hips forward, entering her slowly. The way just his tip filled her was instantly overwhelming and a little bit painful. Sharon felt her face contract in an involuntary wince.
Vittorio saw her cringe, but he didn’t stop. Her wet little cunt was so tight he could barely fit. He reveled in the way she squeezed him. He couldn’t remember the last time he had felt anything so good.
He was only about halfway to his hilt when Sharon blurted out, “Wait!”
“Yes?” Vittorio asked, unmoving but concerned.
“It… it hurts.” She breathed.
“Trust me,” Vittorio told her as he pushed his hips forward to roughly guide the full length of him into her slick, snug cunt.
“Ah!” Sharon cried, partly from pain and partly from an achy sort of pleasure.
Starting off slow, as he had with his fingers, Vittorio pulled himself out of her and pushed himself right back in. He groaned as her greedy cunt squeezed him like a fist.
Her strong legs clamped around him, but Vittorio pushed one of her knees off to the side to keep her spread. With his free hand, he began gently rubbing her clit as he slowly fucked her. He watched her lips transform from a painful wince to a tiny “oh.” He heard her gasps become moans of pleasure. He smelled her virginity hanging thick in the air as he fucked her—each stroke deeper than the last. He continued to rub her clit, continued to feel her loosen just a little around him to let more of his thick shaft in.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” Vittorio growled at her.
Sharon whimpered in response, trying to let herself go, to enjoy the pleasure that was slowly overcoming her pain. Vittorio was right, she realized; it did get better.
Vittorio began to fuck her faster. The friction inside her was overwhelming. Sharon couldn’t help but squirm against his cock. Her hips ground against him, forcing him deeper and deeper until she eventually took every inch of him.
“Fuck,” Vittorio repeated, losing his willpower to hold himself back. He knew he had to be gentle with this girl, but the animal inside him wanted to tear her apart. He loved the way her little angel face contorted around her ecstatic cries.
He continued to slide in and out of her, getting progressively faster.
Finally, he lost control.
“Fuck, come here,” Vittorio growled, grabbing Sharon by her hair.
He pulled himself out of her and she gave a dismayed little whine. He flipped her over, so she was face down, and brought her up on her knees. The perfect, glowing white orbs of her ass up in the air so he could see her red and wanting cunt as he plunged right in.
After a rough couple thrusts he leaned down into her ear and whispered, “Who fucking owns you?”
“You,” Sharon cried. “You fucking own me!”
The admission only fueled his fire. Vittorio grabbed her fleshy cheeks and rode her harder than he knew he should. He couldn’t control himself anymore. Her tight, sopping wet cunt had made him lose all his senses.
“I’m the only man who’s ever fucking had you,” he reminded her as he drove into her.
“You… You’re the only man who… who’s ever fucking had me,” Sharon whimpered.
“Who do you fucking belong to?” Vittorio demanded.
“To you!”
“Louder!”
“To you!” Sharon repeated, breaking off to scream as he fucked her.
She had never felt a pressure like this. His cock was so big it felt like he was fucking her up to her belly button. She had anticipated the pain, but it was nothing compared to the delightful feeling of being stretched around his thick, swollen shaft. His head bumped against her cervix, sending shockwaves all the way up to her scalp.
With her face buried in the sheets, Sharon continued to half moan and half scream. She gave up on herself completely, submitting to Vittorio as he took her. She had never known pleasure like this and she never wanted to know anything else again.
“You love that, don’t you?” Vittorio growled roughly. He grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her back towards him so that she could answer him.
“I do! I do!” Sharon gasped and cried.
“Didn’t I tell you that you’ll love my cock?” Vittorio asked her.
“Yes! I love your cock!” she shouted, eager to say anything that would make him fuck her harder.
“Put your hand between your legs,” he commanded. “Rub your clit for me.”
Sharon loosened her grip on his blanket and slid on hand underneath her body. Her pussy began to pulse as she rubbed her clit. She gasped as the sound of her own wanton pleasure grew louder and faster as she neared her orgasm.
“Who’s the only man that ever made you cum?” Vittorio asked.
“You… you are…” Sharon said dreamily, right on the edge of total ecstasy.
“That’s fuckin’ right,” he grunted. As soon as she said it, he unleashed himself upon her, fucking her as deep, as hard and as fast as he could. He hoped it hurt a little; he wanted the orgasm to overwhelm her.
Sharon screamed, the prettiest and loudest sound to come out of her sweet mouth so far, and her sex clamped hard around him as she came. A squirt of fresh juices flooded his cock and brought Vittorio right up the edge with her. He fucked her through her scream, delighting in the pleasure he caused her.
“Fuck, I’m going to cum,” he growled. “Are you my dirty little whore?”
“Yes!” She cried. “Yes! I’m your dirty little whore!”
His cock throbbed and then burst inside Sharon. She continued to cry out as he filled her with his warm load. The tight constrictions of her cunt milked him for everything he had. Vittorio practically went blind, lost every sense except for the overwhelming pleasure radiating from his cock.
He pulled himself out of Sharon, watching her filmy juices leak out of her along with his milky cum. Mine, he thought possessively as he flopped down on the bed next to her, suddenly exhausted.
Sharon fell forward onto her belly, her shaky thighs collapsing as she laid down. She fought to catch her breath and bring herself back down to Earth. She lay there, panting and frazzled, while Vittorio put a hand on his chest and steadied his own breath.
After a few more moments of recovery, Sharon propped herself up on her elbows and gave Vittorio a bewildered look.
“That…” she started. “That was incredible.”
“I didn’t hurt you too bad, did I?” Vittorio asked. Now that he felt a little more human than animal, he was actually a little concerned.
“No, no” Sharon insisted. “It was great.”
“Good.” Vittorio breathed.
Sharon rolled over on her back, her tits falling out to each side slightly as she lay there, gathering herself. Her world was still spinning. She couldn’t believe she had been missing out on a feeling like that for this long. What else had she been missing out on?
Vittorio was surprised by the affection he felt for this girl. He surprised himself by saying “Come here,” and pulling her limp frame into the crook of his arm.
Sharon tentatively rested her head on Vittorio’s tattooed chest. She heard the harried beating of his heart and had to fight the notion that he felt like home.
This was just sex, she reminded herself firmly. Pleasure didn’t mean love. But the rush of pleasure still pumping through her freshly deflowered brain was doing a pretty job of convincing her otherwise.
Besides, Vittorio had already implied that he was going to let her go once he was done fucking her. She had a life to get back to; school, work, her dreams. None of those things really worked with a dangerous Mafia Don in the picture.
And what was he going to do, date her? Not only did he openly have a lot of options, but he didn’t seem like the “settle down” type. What could they even have in common anyway? She was a broke college student and he was a wealthy career criminal. It could never work.
Sharon patted Vittorio’s chest and pushed herself up.
“That really was incredible,” she told him. “But I really should be going. It’s late and I have class in the morning—”
“Going?” Vittorio asked. “And where do you think you’re going exactly?”
Sharon felt her heart drop. “I thought you said…”
“Oh no, sweetheart, I didn’t say anything,” Vittorio said, a dark glint in his eyes. He reached over to his bedside table and began feeling around in the drawer without breaking eye contact.
“Wh-what do you mean?” Sharon asked, her voice wavering.
Before Sharon realized what he was doing, Vittorio snapped a handcuff around her wrist and wrapped the other cuff around the bedpost. Her heart rate spiked as he locked the cuff to the frame.
“You… you’re going to keep me here?”
“Yeah, I am.” Vittorio climbed off the bed and stood, one hand on his chin as if admiring his handy work. He began to retrieve his clothes from where they lay scattered around the room. He dressed himself slowly, while Sharon began to panic.
“You can’t do that!” she hollered at him.
“Actually,” Vittorio said with a playful shrug, “I can. I own you, remember.”
Sharon was dumbfounded.
“You said so yourself.” He was now fully clothed and checking his watch.
“Well I didn’t mean…” Sharon started.
Vittorio leaned over and kissed her on the forehead.
“Welcome to the first day of the rest of your life, sweetheart,” he told her, before he walked out of the room and shut the door.
To be continued
Read on for an excerpt from Book 1 of the Dirty Cruisers MC series – Ride Hard: