***WARNING | STEAMY SCENE***
*Penelope’s POV*
Edgardo tightened his grip around my neck, forcing me to moan into his mouth. He sucked on my lips as he pushed me against the wall.
“Fūck.” He growled against my lips. “If you don’t fūcking stop me, I’m taking you right now.” He said as his lips hovered over mine and his eyes pierced into mine.
I gulped, licking my dry lips slowly. I sure as hell did not want him to stop, but I didn’t want to tell him that.
“Tell me.” He hissed, releasing my neck as his fingers wrapped around my jaw, forcing me into place.
“Tell you what?” I whispered as my eyes moved between his eyes and his plump lips.
“Tell me to stop or else—”
“Or else what?” I taunted, knowing exactly what or else meant.
I thought he would respond to my question but was surprised when he hungrily claimed my lips again. I pushed my tongue into his mouth without thinking twice, desperate to taste him better.
I was so lost in our kiss that I didn’t feel the moment he removed my towel until he grabbed the back of my legs and forced me on him while he ground his hips forward. I felt myself dripping just from his grip on my thighs and the way his tongue danced with mine. He suddenly turned us around before placing me on the cold marble of the counter, making me yelp into the kiss as he chuckled lowly and pulled away. His eyes were still filled with lust as he looked down at my naked body.
He spread my legs further, pulling me to the edge of the counter so he could get a better view. Turned on was an understatement right now. I wasn’t thinking straight, and I wasn’t about to stop anything that he did.
“Hold your legs right here, tesoro.” (Italian for “Sweetheart.”) He commanded as I gripped the underside of my knees, doing as I was told. “Spread them more.” His deep voice rang over the water in the bathroom, causing a shiver to run down my body.
I spread them further as he stared at my pūssy like he’d never seen one in his life or maybe I was just imagining it. I suddenly felt self-conscious and was about to close my legs when he placed his hands on my inner thighs, holding them open. “Don’t.” He spat as he lowered his head between my legs, making my breath hitch.
The sight of a man between your legs was definitely something else. I was close to orgāsm with his warm breath caressing my skin. Then when he started rubbing his nose along my thighs and bottom lips, I moaned his name, falling back on my elbows.
“Never hide this delicious pūssy from me.” He said before biting down on my clīt, making me screām out in pain and pleasure.
“Fūck.” I cried before my eyes rolled back as I felt his warm tongue drawing circles on my aching bud. “Edgardo.” I moaned softly.
“That’s my girl.” He chuckled, his eyes meeting mine from between my legs before licking his way down to my asšhole, forcing me to yelp.
“What are you doing?” I asked with wide eyes while gripping his hair, forcing him off my dripping pūssy.
“I’m tasting you, of course.” He replied, lowering his head again. My head fell back against the mirror again while I allowed him to slurp my wetness as if I was his favorite milkshake.
“Dio mio.” (Italian for “Oh my God.”) I cried out in pleasure, but he pulled away, smacking my pūssy.
“Voglio solo sentire il mio nome uscire dalla tua bocca quando ti faccio venire.” (Italian for “I only want to hear my name coming out of your mouth when I'm making you cum.”) He growled at me before kissing the burning sensation away and digging right back in.
“Edgardo!” I moaned again when I felt a finger penetrate my asšhole while he sucked on my clīt. I wanted to fight him and complain about his sudden decision to finger my asšhole, but the weird sensation mixed with his assault on my clīt was beginning to bring me over the edge.
“Rub your breāsts.” He grunted out as soon as he released my clīt from between his teeth. “Play with them while I make you feel good.” He told me, shoving another finger into my asš while the thumb of his other hand teased my clīt.
“Shīt.” I screāmed, feeling my legs begin to shake as his eyes locked with mine while both of our hands pleasured me.
“Your pūssy is fūcking delicious.” He murmured while my lips parted about to release another moan, but he crashed his lips on mine, swallowing my screāms of pleasure as he released my clīt and began fingering my pūssy at the same speed that he was penetrating my puckered hole.
I tasted myself on his lips, but it was the hottest thing that I had ever experienced. I realized that whatever I had before with the one fūcker that I actually dated was nothing compared to the pleasure Edgardo was giving me now. I moaned into Edgardo’s mouth as he picked up speed. I was so close, and I had a feeling that he could sense it too when he released my lips so he could watch me cūm undone for him.
“Holy. Cazzo. Edgardo.” I cried, shaking under his extremely talented hands. “I’m going to cūm.”
“Cūm for me, piccola ragazza.” (Italian for “Little girl.”) He ordered me in a husky voice just as a knock came to the door.
“Fūck.” I complained about to push him off, but he held me in place with his wet fingers and wrapped his hand around my throat as he removed a finger from my asš so he could finger both holes with one hand, making my eyes roll back and my moans get louder.
I wanted to focus on whoever was at the door and how they were getting an earful, but fūck did he know how to get me to give in.
“You are cūmming for me. Si o si.” He spat, gripping my neck tighter as he pulled me toward him. “I have been dying to see every inch of you as you cūm for me.”
“Ed. Oh, fūck.” I cried as I felt myself release on his fingers before his lips found mine again. He kissed me like I would disappear as his fingers extended my orgāsm. My mind was beginning to get foggy from the pleasure that I was receiving when I heard another knock very far away.
“What?” He hissed over his shoulder when he pulled away from my lips.
“We have a problem, Edgardo.” Someone said through the door.
“Level?” He huffed, pulling his fingers out before helping me off the counter, holding me by the waist so I wouldn’t fall.
“Blood.” The person responded, making Edgardo close his eyes and exhale.
“Cazzo. I will be right out.” He grunted in annoyance before grabbing my chin and forcing me to look at his face. I had finally gotten my breathing under control, but his sudden grip was making me feel hot again. “We will finish this later, piccola ragazza.” He stated, making me roll my eyes.
“Little girl, my asš.” I huffed, looking away, but he forced me to look at him again.
“You are right. You aren’t a little girl, but I will always call you that, Penelope Benedetti.” He whispered against my lips, causing my heart to flutter unnecessarily. I still couldn’t comprehend what the hell was happening to me with him. And I still can’t understand how the hell he knows my full name, not that it was the thing at the top of my mind right now.
When I remained quiet, he leaned forward and pecked my lips like we were something which was only confusing me even more. I let this happen, but for some reason, I thought he would be like the other guys. I couldn’t be upset if he used me like they tried to because I flirted back just as much, leading to our current situation. And I don’t regret it one bit because Edgardo was so…
“I should be back soon.” He said, reaching for the door as I scrambled for my towel. Thanks to the one above, I was able to wrap my body with the towel before he had the door fully open. He chuckled as he closed the door after him, making me huff in annoyance.
“Damn hunky exhibitionist.” I grumbled under my breath as I locked the door after him.
*Isa’s POV*
I don’t know what I enjoy the most. Padrino’s mouth eating my pūssy or his cōck penetrating the shīt out of me. Either way, he always makes sure to give me the best of both worlds.
“Cazzo.” I cried out, gripping the desk tightly as he took me to cloud nine with his tongue.
Padrino just knew exactly what my body needed. Never in my wildest dreams did I think he could fulfill all of my fantasies and then some. Padrino lowered his mouth to my clīt, pulling at the piercing brutally as his fingers teased the outside of my opening, making me whimper desperately.
“Please Padrino.” I mumbled against the desk. “Please stop teasing me.” I told him just as he plunged two fingers deep into my pūssy, making me cry.
“You keep forgetting who makes the decisions here.” He muttered as soon as his teeth released my piercing.
I rolled my eyes at him because he could try all he wanted, but we all knew the truth. I could snap my fingers and shīt would change instantly. Well, when he wasn’t in dom mode at least. I mean, I still get punished due to it, but we all know that I like my punishments. What? I’m a crazy bītch and can’t help it. I tried to push myself off the desk to get what I wanted when I felt a cold metal underneath my chin.
I bit my lip about to move my head when he gripped my hair tightly. “Don’t move, angel. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I know you’d never hurt me, Padrino.” I whispered, pushing my asš back.
He leaned his lips against my ear, gently biting it. “I’ve always fantasized about fūcking you with a knife to your neck as you trembled in fear, but it seems like nothing scares my angel.” He said before licking my face slowly, making me moan. Fūck, he was hot.
“Mmm.” I replied, biting my lip. The knife to my neck was only adding to my desperate need to take him deep inside my pūssy.
“But the fact that nothing scares you makes me even harder for you, angel.” He growled in my ear, placing the tip of his cōck at my entrance.
Just as he tightened his grip on my hair and on the knife against my neck, his phone started buzzing. But like nothing happened, he penetrated me, no questions asked.
“Holy shīt, Alberto.” I moaned loudly, feeling him fully seated behind me. He slowly caressed my body with the tip of the knife as he fūcked me at the slowest pace he had ever done. “Faster.” I begged him, but he just slowed down.
“Suck.” He commanded me, bringing the handle of the knife to my mouth. Usually, I liked to know what I was getting myself into, but I trusted Padrino with my life. That, and, I was so turned on, I wasn’t questioning shīt.
I opened my mouth, ready to suck, when the phone buzzed again, making me groan. “Why don’t you get that?” I asked him, but he placed the handle in my mouth.
“Just suck and fūck everything else.”
I sucked as ordered while his thrusting stopped fully. He gripped my hair harder, pulling my head on his shoulder. “Stop.” He said, forcing me to open my mouth to release the handle. Before I knew it, he was pushing me back on the desk and spreading my cheeks with his free hand while he drooled into my puckered hole.
“Hold still, angel.” He stated just as he pushed the handle into my hole, making my eyes roll back.
This was another level of what we’ve done so far. It was dangerous, hot, and making me even horniēr.
“Now will you stop defying me?” He grunted, pulling the knife out and pushing it back in abruptly, making me gasp. The fūcking pain was so hot and amazing that I felt myself squeezing his cōck already. “This is me showing you that I have full control of your body. I own it. I fūck it. I tease it. And I punish it.” He stated, pulling the handle out again and proceeding to penetrate my asšhole on repeat.
I tried squirming from the intense feeling of still being filled with his cōck as well as his asš fūcking with the knife, but he spanked me again. Fūck, my asš still ached from last night and his spanking a few minutes ago. “I told you not to move.” He hissed as the phone vibrated again, making me clench my teeth. I swear if I find out someone hadn’t died considering all those calls, I sure as hell will make sure that someone does die.
Padrino suddenly pulled out the knife, throwing it on the floor before grabbing me by my waist and pumping into me with more urgency than ever. Like he needed to claim my pūssy like never before.
“Cazzo! Mi fai perdere la testa.” (Italian for “Fūck! You make me lose my mind.”) He grunted, showing me exactly how much power he had over my body.