Sweet Temptation by Cora Reilly

She looked at me. “Okay,” she said shakily. “It’s strange… feeling you inside
of me. Really full.”
I smiled at her analysis.
“I’m talking nonsense, aren’t I?”
I shook my head and stroked her cheek then began to move, small shallow
thrusts which grew gradually harder. She tensed every time, but she didn’t cry,
didn’t whimper or sob, and I was grateful for that. It didn’t take long for me to
reach my tipping point, and I didn’t bother holding back, knowing she’d be glad
when it was over.
My body tightened, my balls expanding, and then I shot my cum into her.
She sucked in her breath, and I stilled above her. Then I pressed my forehead
into the pillow beside her head. She was very still under me, and I listened for a
sob, crying, and again relief filled me when I heard neither. I pulled out very
slowly and rolled off her but stayed close. She turned on her side, facing me.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
I searched her flushed face. “What for?” It couldn’t be for giving her an
orgasm because I definitely hadn’t, but I would soon. Many of them.
“For being patient and careful.”
I frowned. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
Gaia had enjoyed playing the guilt card, had cried often to make me feel bad
even when I’d tried to do everything to be decent.
“Women talk. Some men don’t because it gives them a feeling of dominance,
others because they enjoy hurting, and some just want to make sure the blood
stain is big so they can impress…”
Surprise filled me at her words. She sounded less like a girl then. “I don’t
need to show my dominance by hurting you during sex. I’m Underboss, I rule
over people on a daily basis. And while I enjoy hurting when it’s called for, I
don’t enjoy hurting women or children. As for the last reason, maybe some men
think a big blood stain makes the audience believe they have a huge dick, when
in truth it only shows that they have no clue how to work that dick.”
Giulia laughed. Then her smile became teasing. “Do you?”
A low laugh rumbled in my chest. “Know how to work my dick?”
She blushed but nodded.
“I think I do. I know today wasn’t pleasurable for you, but soon it will be.”
She tilted her head in consideration. “Okay.”
I glanced down the length of me. My cock was smeared with blood. I sat up
then held out my hand to Giulia. “Can you sit up for a moment?”
With a small frown, she did. “Why?” Then her eyes widened and her gaze
darted down her body. “Oh.”
“Just wait a couple of seconds.”
Her nose wrinkled. “That’s kind of disgusting.”
“I know. But it’s tradition.” I brushed her hair from her face again, and Giulia
regarded me curiously. Her eyes were a startling blue like a clear summer sky
and her nose had the slightest upward tip, which gave her a coy look.