Chapter 6

Chapter Six

Isabella

Look, I don't think that I'm ugly. Maybe I should get that out of the way right now. I don't think that I'm ugly or disgusting. I'm just not hot. I mean, guys aren't disgusted by me or anything but nobody looks at a big girl like me and is really turned on. That just doesn't happen.

I'm not fat.

I'm not thin.

I don't know how to explain it. I'm the best friend, not the star of the movie. I'm the one the friend makes her boyfriend fix up on a date. I'm not the kind of girl a man looks at and wants. If I'm what he gets, he's okay with it. I don't turn him off but…

Okay, my mind is running in circles.

It's running in circles because I'm naked on Vittorio's bed and he's undressing while he keeps his eyes on my body. Those eyes are filled with absolute lust. I don't mean anticipation. Any guy might see me naked and have anticipation about things because he knows what happens next. That isn't what's happening right now.

Right now, he stares at me with such lust in his eyes! He wants me! I mean, he wants my body because he finds my body attractive even though I'm big. He likes my body! It's such a new experience for me. It's such a wonderful experience for me. Nobody has ever looked at me the way Vittorio looks at me right now.

His shirt comes off and I marvel at the definition on his chest and his abs. It's like he's a sculpture and not a man. His abs definitely have the six-pack, and that's just… I mean, a guy with six-pack abs wants me! I guess I'm foolish for the way I keep coming back to this but it's difficult not to make this the focus of things. An incredibly hot man wants me!

And then I see his pants come down.

And then I see his cock again. Dear God, it seemed huge while we were driving and I was giving him a very wild blow job, but I'm really seeing it now, you know?

I am not a girl who thinks size matters. In fact, I always think about that as a foolish thing that male-driven ego cares about, not something girls care about except online. In real life, big dicks require a great deal of care unless a girl wants to feel a lot of pain in the one place she doesn't want to feel pain.

Okay, so I say all that because Vittorio is enormous.

I mean, he's scary big. How did I not get that idea in the car with my mouth on him? I guess the awkward position and his pants obscuring part of it. I don't know. I just know that it's, well, it's making me very excited and very nervous.

I stare at his cock in something pretty close to shock and try my best to get my mind wrapped around how in the world I'm going to manage it. I think the only thing I'll be able to do is be on top so I can control the speed and depth. I don't like that, really, because on top, my body is on full display. I don't know how else I'll be able to handle it, though.

And then he grabs my knees and spreads my legs. I feel my heart skip a beat as he pulls me forward so my ass is right on the edge of the bed. My pussy ends up just an inch in front of his very large cock, and something crazy happens. Instead of me telling him to wait so we can change positions, I remember that his cock has already been in my mouth.

Why the hell does that suddenly matter? Am I thinking I'll seem foolish if I stop him now instead of before?

Wow, my mind is all over the place and running in circles. Fuck!

And I feel so silly about not thinking about his size well before I actually see his dick.

I mean, it's been in my mouth and I'm sure I caught dark glimpses of it in the car, right?

But I don't get a chance to tell him about changing positions and real panic, paralyzing panic, takes hold as he steps forward. He doesn't shove that monster into me, though. Instead, he drops to his knees, puts my legs over his shoulders, and leans forward. And then his mouth is on me.

I gasp and then moan loudly as his tongue thrusts into me. The sensations that rush over my body are almost impossible to describe. Nobody has ever gone down on me. A big girl never expects something like that, so it's just not anything I ever ask for. I guess I assume if I ask, I'll be refused. Who wants to go through that sort of humiliation?

"Vittorio," I breathe out. "Oh, it's… Oh, Vittorio." I don't intend to say anything at all. It just comes out. I mean, I don't intend to be silent but there's no intention to speak either. I just don't know what to say or do here. I'm so completely overpowered by the way his tongue wriggles about inside of me.

His tongue goes everywhere. He slides it up and down my pussy and even goes lower and teases my ass. I can't stop moaning and my hands grip the covers on the bed. He gets to my clit and flicks over and around it. I gasp. It's so good! I've never felt like this during sex! I've never felt so overwhelmed with pleasure. Every nerve in me is on fire!

My stomach tenses and relaxes in rhythm to his attentions. He puts his whole mouth on my clit and sucks and I groan so loudly it's more like a yell. "Oh, oooooohhhhh fuuuuuccckkk…. Oh!"

The orgasm hits, and my body seizes up so powerfully! After that, I can't control anything. I do know that I want Vittorio in me. Any fear is completely gone. I want him. I want his cock inside me. I want it now but all I can do is moan through gritted teeth.

Fortunately, though, he's ready for me, too. He pulls me even closer to him and lifts my lower body up against him so that my legs are running up along his chest, and then I feel the head of his cock pressing against my throbbing, cumming, desperate pussy.

Throbbing, cumming, desperate? It's like my life is an advertisement for a porn movie right now!

But all of it is true, and I scream when he thrusts and I'm instantly filled. I'm beyond filled. I scream in pleasure but there's some fear there, too. I mean, I'm so stretched that I feel like I might break. I've never had sex like this. I've never had a man treat me as someone who could be nimble. Who looks at a plus-sized girl and thinks that? But Vittorio has me almost bent like a fucking pretzel and it's the most amazing thing in the world.

He parts my legs and leans over me to drive that thick cock even deeper into me. I cry out with every thrust. He kisses my mouth, my neck. He runs a hand over my breasts, clumsily, wildly, like his need for me is just uncontrollable. It makes me feel things more intensely.

By a hundredfold!

It's more than amazing. It's breathtaking.

He speeds up to a pace that makes my body bounce wildly on his bed. I wrap my legs around his hips the best can and pull him to me. I reach up and grip his shoulders. He looks down at me. "You're so fucking beautiful, Izzy!"

I hold his face in my hands, and we stare at each other as he thrusts deeper, and then, I feel his cock swell inside me, and his body tenses. I feel my own orgasm explode to the surface again. Vittorio falls onto the bed and rolls me to my side so that he stays inside me. We kiss and grab at each other like we're trying to stay afloat after falling into the ocean.

It's the most amazing feeling, being in Vittorio's arms like this, feeling our bodies shiver together as we're both overwhelmed. His hold on me is so powerful. Neither one of us wants to let go, and we drift in a daze of spent lust, tangled and exhausted.

"Bella, Izzy, my Bella, my wonderful girl." he mumbles into my hair, kissing the top of my head.

And I realize that this is not just about lust. I realize that what I'm feeling is deeper. That's not a pun or a comment about his dick size.

I love Vittorio Leoni. I love the mob boss' son.

So much for leaving the mob behind.