Italian Stallion: An Older Man Younger Woman Romance (A Man Who Knows What He Wants Book 17) Read online

  His hand reaches underneath my dress and up my leg. I’m dripping wet as he lifts me from the ground and presses me into the wall.

  My hands are grasping his face as his hands squeeze my ass.

  “You are the perfect woman,” he says, followed by a deep moan that escapes his lips and enters my ear.

  His grip tightens as he pulls me from the wall. We’re moving in the tiny alley and suddenly I feel my butt hit something that feels like metal. I look down and realize I’m on top of a sports car, a very, very nice sports car.

  My heartbeat’s racing as he bends down to the cobblestone street, searching for something. Just as I’m about to ask him what’s going on, his back straightens and he’s hovering over me again. He tosses a pebble toward the only light illuminating the alley, shattering the bare bulb.

  “A little privacy. You are a lady,” he says. I might be a lady, but I’m seconds away from feeling like a woman as his lips crash back into mine.

  His hand reaches for my ass as he pulls my dress up to my waist. My skin is hot and the cold steel pressing against my ass reminds me just how adventurous this moment has become.

  He grabs my breast with his hand as he pulls my midsection into his.

  My legs wrap around his waist as he reaches for the bottom of my dress, sliding it up and over my head.

  I’m sitting there in the night on top of a car in just my white bra and panties.

  Roman leans back taking in the sight of me. “A work of art, most certainly,” he says before diving back into me.

  He’s reaching for his belt, undoing it as quickly as he can. I take off his suit jacket and lay it behind me. My hands reach for his buttons and seconds later his shirt is off, matching the speed with which he’s now got his belt off and his pants unzipped.

  He grabs me by the hips and jerks me back to him. I’m laid out on the sloping hood, the perfect angle for him to take me.

  He grabs my panties and pulls them to the side. My pussy feels the sudden breeze, but it does nothing to cool the heat between us.

  He pulls out his cock, as I crane my neck. Good lord, it’s massive in size and girth.

  He places it at the tip of my opening and rubs his head up and down along my folds.

  “You are so wet. Wet for me.”

  “Uh-huh,” barely coherently comes from my mouth.

  “I must have you. Have you now,” he says as he slides his dick in with one thrust.

  My eyes bulge open and I grit my teeth. Thank god I was so hot for him, so lubricated that I could take him.

  “Oh fuck,” he says, as he’s sliding in and out of me ever so slowly. I’m feeling each and every sensation along my walls, and from the look on his face it’s hard to tell who’s enjoying it more.

  It feels like I’m being split open and it feels damn good, amazing in fact, as he picks up the pace, leaning in and fisting my hair. He pulls back and I feel my cheek slide along the hood. I never knew pain could feel so good, but it’s not pain, it’s life. I’ve never felt so alive as I do now. His giant prick slamming into me as I can feel my blood pumping through my veins. The sensation in my scalp from the pulling on my hair, and my face firmly against this quarter of a million Euro sports car.

  And just when I feel like a devil who’s died and gone to heaven, it gets better. He slides a finger into my mouth, and I suck. I grab his forearm and thrust his finger deeper inside my mouth, and pull it out before shoving all four of his fingers in my mouth. I have no idea what’s gotten into me, but I like it. I open as wide as I can and take his whole fist in my mouth.

  My eyes roll back in my head as I feel his hips ram into mine.

  I try and moan, but his fist doesn’t allow it. But there’s no stopping the typhoon that unleashes in between my legs.

  I feel my head shaking and I press my face harder into the car as my pussy locks down on him like a vice. He’s too strong. Too powerful.

  My orgasm continues as my stomach tightens and my midsection shakes uncontrollably.

  I feel like I’m in a dream and I’m drowning, but thoughts of the sea are quickly replaced by something else that’s salty and liquid as I feel him explode inside me, and it pushes my orgasm into another gear.

  I feel his cock pulsing inside me, his volcano emptying its warm thick lava into my core.

  A solid half-minute goes by, filled with aftershocks and a complete milking by my cunt.

  My mind returns to the moment and I look up at him. He’s hovering over me, breathing almost as hard as I am. His hands are now to either side of me, and I can feel his size. He engulfs me. I can’t even see around him, as he reaches down and kisses me on the forehead.

  He was rough when I needed him to be, and now he’s gentle at just the right moment. He understands exactly what I want and he’s saved me a second time tonight. Now I won’t have to return to college a virgin, and I certainly won’t have to return with excuses of how I couldn’t meet a single man on my vacation that I wanted to experience and who also wanted to experience me.

  I didn’t need the validation from any man, certainly not, but I did want to feel what this felt like from a man who knew what he was doing. Subconsciously I guess I always knew it would be an older man. I just didn’t know it would be in a tiny cobblestone side street just after midnight on the hood of a beautiful car with an even more beautiful man. As far as losing your innocence stories go, this one’s hard to top.

  “Lisa, you are bleeding,” he says.

  “I’m sorry,” I say.

  “No, please. I am the one who is sorry. Was I too much? Are you okay?”

  “You were just perfect,” I say, still blissful and relaxed.

  “I’m sorry if I got carried away, it’s just that…well…you brought out something in me, something I didn’t even know existed.”

  “Really?” I don’t care if he’s lying or not. I’m on cloud nine.

  “Yes, I’ve never felt something so powerful as this. I feel so alive. It’s like everything is new again.”

  I look up and see the honesty in his face. He’s not an old guy by any stretch of the imagination, but he certainly is older.

  “I’m sorry, Roman, but can I ask how old you are?”

  “I am thirty-nine, but I feel nineteen again.”

  “You certainly didn’t feel nineteen to me,” I say.

  He smiles for the first time, as he gently removes himself from inside me.

  “I did to myself. I couldn’t control myself. You made me lose control…and I liked it.”

  He zips up his pants as I straighten my panties and slide my dress mostly back into position. I’m still feeling naughty as I leave my legs open just a little too wide, giving him a good view of what he just did.

  “What shall we do now?” I say. What’s gotten into me?

  “We speed through the streets of Rome by night.”

  “That sounds dangerous,” I say.

  “You’re dangerous.”

  “Where are you parked?” I can’t believe how easily the words are flowing out of my mouth. How much I just want to take this night by my two hands and squeeze all the life out of it I can, to truly live in the moment.

  “Underneath you,” he says, followed by something in Italian I can’t comprehend. His words send the car’s engine to life and I feel the rumble underneath me. My pussy’s still recovering from the beating it just took from Roman, but there’s no time to rest.

  I look down and see the prancing horse and realize it’s a Ferrari. I don’t know the models or names, just that it’s a Ferrari, and it sure looks like the one my little brother has on a poster above the bed in his room.

  This guy is the epitome of the male fantasy and the female fantasy, and there’s no way I’m passing up this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

  “When in Rome,” he says, shrugging his shoulders as if he can read my thoughts.

  “And when Rom…an,” I say, pausing for effect and to give him a mischievous grin, “gets into you.”


  CHAPTER 4

  Roman

  I drop her into sixth gear and leave my hand firmly wrapped around the stick shift. Ferrari stopped selling sticks back in 2011, but I’m a traditionalist. A throw back to the time when men wore suits and were gentleman, and took care of their ladies.

  I feel like a dying breed these days. Everything is so fast and fleeting, and as much as this girl, this Lisa, has come into my life so quickly I’m looking forward to seeing what comes next. Girls think I’m a playboy, but I’m anything but. Sure, I like the finer things in life, but what value do they carry if there’s no one to share them with?

  And I’m ready to share this fantasy with Lisa.

  I look over and make eye contact with her. She’s staring at me. I focus back on the road, and then back to Lisa.

  My hand slowly slides from the stick shift and across the Italian leather seat and onto her thigh. I can feel her muscle tighten to my touch, but her eyes are unwavering. Her mouth parts ever so slightly. Does she know that I notice? Does she even know it’s happening or is it completely subconscious? She succumbing to my touch and it’s turning me on to know that I have power over her like this. To know just my touch can transform the way she feels, the way she moves, and the way she thinks.

  The tip of my finger serving as an emotional hot button which can turn her off and on with the flip of a switch, or a flick of her clit.

  My hand wraps around her thigh. She’s muscular, like she may have played football before, or soccer as the Americans call it. I’ve read that it’s a popular sport for girls back in the Northern Hemisphere. It’s football here, a man’s game. And what I’m about to do is the ultimate man’s game, the male fantasy.

  I focus back on the road. Thankfully it’s a weeknight and the road towards Naples is empty. We won’t go that far, but I need something that’s long and drawn out without stops. She’s giving me the green light and once I start I have to finish, but this isn’t a race. I need this long stretch of highway to enjoy every moment of her.

  My hand slides inside her thigh and my first two fingers run vertically along her panties. She’s wet, and I can tell it’s not just from before. I can feel her moist folds below as I touch her lightly, watching the hairs on her arm stand up on end.

  I pull her panties to the side and rub her clit, teasing her nub in-between my fingers.

  My eyes are scanning the highway and then her face, watching her expression change as she continues to lose control. Her mouth opens, but nothing comes out. I’ve touched her in a way that takes her breath away, and it excites me. My cock is pressing against the fabric of my trousers and I feel the pain, just as much as I can feel her pleasure. Feel what I’m doing to her. How I’m making her feel alive.

  I slowly slide a finger inside her and her front teeth come down hard over her lower lip as her head presses back against the smooth, brown leather headrest. She grabs the safety bar with one hand and the headrest with the other. She’s preparing for the crash, but the only thing she’ll be crashing into tonight is me, and me into her.

  I’m moving my way in and out of her, when suddenly she grabs my wrist and pulls my fingers out from inside her. In one motion she’s rolled over, repositioning herself on top of my right thigh as I speed down the highway at over 125 kilometers per hour.

  She looks behind herself at the dashboard.

  “We’re going 125?”

  “In kilometers. About 80 miles per hour,” I say.

  “Is this safe?”

  “As safe as it can be,” I say, as she leans back onto my knee causing my foot to press harder on the gas pedal.

  “Then let’s make it a little more dangerous she says.”

  As much as I want to experience this and live in the moment, I am a man, and it’s my job to keep my wits about me. I need to protect her, just as much as I need to protect myself. I dig my heel into the floorboard for leverage and let up on the gas, dropping our speed to 60 miles per hour. As smooth as the ride is it’s hard to tell the difference between 60 and 160. Only the exterior visuals buzz by a lot faster.

  But I want to slow things down, and to enjoy this. I want to focus on feeling her and not crashing.

  She turns and faces me again and leans in to kiss me. I’m returning her kiss and keeping the car in-between the lines at the same time. Damn, this is hotter than even I imagined.

  She reaches down with both hands, and unbuckles my belt, as her body stretches out back towards the passenger side.

  I think it’s going to help me focus more on what’s in front of me until I feel her slide my trousers down mid thigh, as I lift my ass up off the seat. She grabs my cock over the top of my underwear. “It’s so big,” she says, bringing her other hand up. “It’s bigger than both of my hands, and thicker too. I can barely get half way around it.”

  She looks up at me and winks. “But I know one place where it will definitely fit,” she says as she pulls my underwear down and my cock stands up straighter than a flagpole.

  She’s stroking it with both hands as I feel the precum forming at the tip. Damn, I could blast right now and she hasn’t even done what I know she’s about to do. The anticipation’s killing me as my foot presses harder against the gas. I’m losing control and it’s not good.

  I ease up on the pedal and she eases down on my rod, placing it in her mouth, but being careful not to touch it. I can feel her breath against the razor thin skin of my shaft. The warm air is making my veins throb and driving my anticipation level through the roof. I want to feel her lips on my member. I need to watch her head slide up and down as she enjoys pleasing me just as much as she pleases herself.

  Fuck, I’d sign away this very car we’re in just to see that look on her face as she takes me and loves every second of it.

  She pulls her head off my shaft and looks back up at me. “Are you dying for me to wrap my lips around you and please you?”

  “Sì,” I say. “Yes.” Damn, she’s got me talking in my native tongue, but it’s her tongue that I want.

  “Am I going to watch your head lean back as you’re so relaxed, yet so tense at the same time when I slide your shaft inside my mouth and move my head up and down?”

  “Oh yeah,” I say.

  “And when I pull my hair back, and to the side, am I going to feel your eyes watching me? Watching me like it’s the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen, to see me take all of you.”

  “Fuck yes,” I say.

  “And when you cum, are you going to blow your load so hard it sticks against the back of my throat and I taste it for the next week, reminding me of you…of how you taste, of your flavor?”

  “Yes,” I say. “Damn, you sound so sexy.” This girl is dirtier than I ever would have thought and it’s pushing me to the brink. “Put it in your mouth.”

  Her head turns sideways as she raises and lowers her eyebrows in rapid succession.

  “Suck my dick,” I say. I’m not use to being on the other side of the power struggle. I would never relinquish myself like this, to render myself the requestor and not the requested, but I do with her, and it feels right.

  “What do you say?”

  I’m tired of this and I have to have her now. “Suck my cock, you filthy girl of mine,” I say, and immediately I feel her warm mouth take me and my head slams against the headrest just as she predicted.

  My hands grip the steering wheel hard, my grip white-knuckled. I feel my forearms tighten and the speed drops as my toes curl in my shoes. I slam on the gas as I feel her mouth hit my groin, she’s taken all of me.

  She picks up the speed and reaches her hand in and grabs my balls, very gently rolling them around before coming off my cock and putting my sack in her mouth as she strokes me from root to tip.

  I’m thinking of anything I can so that I don’t blow my load too quickly, but it’s not working.

  “I need to cum in your mouth,” I say.

  She looks up at me and takes my length back in her warmth mouth where it belongs. Her ha
nd reaches around and my eyes shoot open when I feel her finger slide inside my ass. She’s pressing on my perineum, and I totally lose control.

  “Fuuuuuuck!” I yell, as I explode inside her mouth, plastering her throat with my gooey load.

  My body is shaking as I pull over to the side of the highway.

  I’m still cumming and she’s pressing down harder on my perineum and sucking my dick like it’s the hottest day on record and it’s the only thing she’s got to drink. And is she ever drinking it. She’s not spilling a drop as I watch her throat move slightly to accept the entirety of my load.