"Hhh-ah! Fuck!" Adrian gasped, his body jolting. He tried to pull his mouth away, but Matteo leaned down, his lips brushing against Adrian's ear. "Breathe, baby. I'm sorry. Does it hurt?" he whispered, his voice dark and grounding.
Adrian couldn't find the words; the mixture of sharp, stretching pain and overwhelming pleasure left him breathless. Matteo didn't wait for a reply. He broke the kiss, his eyes locked onto Adrian's, watching the way his eyes dilated and his head tossed back against the headrest.
He started to thrust, slow and steady at first, observing every tremor that raced through Adrian's frame.
Adrian spread his legs wider, craving more, his moans turning into ragged, breathless pleas.
As Adrian's body began to adjust, clinging to him, Matteo increased the speed. He began to slam deeper, every hard, rhythmic stroke eliciting a shattered, beautiful cry from Adrian's throat.
"Please, be gentle," Adrian murmured, his voice breathless.
