7 The Dream Kept Going (1/1)

He let go of one of my ass cheeks to reach down front of me and found my clit. 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 hips so wild beneath him when I felt another orgasm 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 pussy with his wide dick and batting my cervix mercilessly with his cockhead.

”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 cock that kept drilling me hard somehow grew even bigger and longer inside me. He stopped strumming my clit and resumed gripping my ass 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 dick was just so thick that he'd invaded my c*nt to full capacity. I couldn't feel the tip of him spewing semen since there's just no more room for his white, hot spending to fly around anymore. His sperm just bubbled up from his tip before coating around his length and filling my pussy full of his swimmers.

My wanton cries were melding with Ivano's deep lustful 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 desire 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 ass before raising his body from me. I instantly missed the warm contact of his warm sleek chest 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 cock out of my pussy. ”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 ass cheeks. Ino pulled out of me. No, more like wrenched out before slamming his cock 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 fucking 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 ass back to Ino each time he plunged into me to meet him halfway of his vigorous thrust and his cock 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 fucking and my cervix felt already battered. But I took it all. I embraced the pain. I clamped down around his cock 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 draped me over his body. His dick 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 clit 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 groaned into my ear. ”Forgive me, my sweet, sweet Stella.” He gripped my ass tight and spread the cheeks apart.

I knew then what his apologies meant. He wasn't actually sorry that he'd be fucking 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 caressing my back, pinching my nipples and gripping my ass.

”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 pussy sore and dripping with my cum. 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 cock and cream me with your cum! Please, please! Ino, I beg you to fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!”

With a long intake of breath, he started fucking me again from beneath. Brutal pound after pound of his cock, slamming into my soring c*nt. I ground my hips down with his thrusts and greedily took all his merciless beating. Ivano gripped me tight and bite my breast and my contracting pussy synchronized with his sucking 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 fucking and exploding orgasm after orgasm 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.