Elsa
“Just like fucking that, piccola monella.” He rips off his suit coat and tosses it onto a worn leather chair. Then he starts unbuttoning his vest. I can see the outline of his erection through his trousers. God, I want that thick cock so badly.
“Do not deliberately disobey me. You will not like the consequences.”
Or maybe I will.
The part of me that loves to push him, that wantd more of his sternness, pouts up at him. “That’s not romantic at all.”
His vest hits the floor and he unfastens his cufflinks, one at a time, his eyes never leaving mine. I am caught, mesmerized, hardly able to breathe as I wait to see what he will do.
“I never said I was going to make love to you. I am going to fuck you.”
Oh.
He unbuckles his belt slowly, the leather whispering as he pulls it free from the loops of his trousers. “Have you ever been spanked with a belt?” His voice is like honey, slow and seductive through his accent, and I stare at his elegant hands as they cradled the leather.
“No.”
“I will not lie to you. It will hurt. But it will feel so good afterwards when I reward you. Would you like to try?”
Indecision wars inside me. Marcello has slapped my ass a number of times before. Would the belt feel the same? Or better?
He drops the belt. “Dio, I can see the answer on your face. Another day, dolcezza. I cannot have your ass purple this evening, as much as I’d love to see it.”
“Why?”
His shirt comes off next and I see all his muscles on glorious display. He is large with broad shoulders and a firm stomach. Dark hair dots his olive skin between his pecs and then into his trousers. This is no gym rat, with a smooth body crafted from protein powder and supplements. Instead, Marcello is all rough man, barely leashed power, and I need him to surround me, to fill me with that strength.
After toeing off his shoes, he unfastens his trousers and steps out of them. He stands there with only tight boxer briefs covering his mouth-watering body. The erection pushing its way out of the expensive fabric was nearly obscene. I swallow, my limbs vibrating with excitement.
“Get on the side of the bed,” he rasps as he moves to the nightstand. “Now.”
He reaches inside the drawer and takes out a bottle of lube. Wait, isn’t that for anal sex? Sergio has begged me for anal but I’d always refused. Does Marcello think I will allow such a thing right away? “You’re not putting your cock in my ass.”
Marcello pauses, his mouth hitching as he tosses the plastic bottle on the bed. “I like the way you think, but no. That is not why I have it. But someday you will beg me to take your ass, to put my cock in there and fuck it.”
I want to scoff, to tell him that will never happen, but Marcello was a man who thrives on challenge. Refusing means he will try all the harder.
“Come here.” He points to where he is standing, his face taut with desire. For me.
Whatever he has in mind, I am more than ready. A few more orgasms, I tell myself. This isn’t’t such a big deal. What sane woman would turn this down?
I roll to my hands and knees and crawl to him, never looking away from his dark gaze. He tracks me, like a panther watching its next meal, a hunter eager to rip apart its prey. His nostrils flare as I reached him.
He quickly undoes the strings of my bikini top and bottom and pulls it off leaving me naked. He strokes his cock over his briefs. “Lie back.”
Again, he is working his magic on me, building on this insane attraction we have together. Before I lose all sense of reason, though, I need to tell him the situation. “This doesn’t mean anything.”
His hand snatches my jaw, holding me tight. “We shall see, won’t we?” He kisses me hard, his lips brutal and demanding, and I yield, only too happy to give in. Something inside me welcomes his domination, his aggressiveness feeding me like a plant in the sun. I bloom in his hands, feeling more alive, more powerful than I ever have before.
He lets me go. As soon as my back hits the mattress, he is on me, pushing my legs apart, spreading me wide for his mouth. He eats me like he is starving, as if my body is the only sustenance he ever needed. He is so good at this, knowing what I like and how to make me come quickly. In no time at all he had me panting, straining, as I rock my pussy onto his mouth. My muscles pulled tight as the pleasure built, I was so close….
And then he stod
“No,” I said, grabbing to bring him back. “I was right there.”
“I know.”
With a graceful flick of his hands, he takes off his briefs-and all rational thought leaves my brain. I stare at his dick, so thick and hard, the smooth skin, and forget what we have been talking about. God, I want that thing inside me, driving me into the mattress while he whispered filthy Italian in my ear.
He grabs the bottle of lube and crawls over me, not stopping until his knees are on either side of my ribcage. Popping the cap, he pours some of the cool liquid on my breasts. “Rub it in, all over. Make them slippery for me.”
Oh. So this was what he’d wanted.
I do as he asks, making a show of it as I rub the lube on my chest. I pinch my nipples, squeeze my tits, and the stimulation causes more wetness between my thighs. I am ridiculously turned on and we’d barely started. “How’s this?”
“Va bene.” He squirts a tiny bit of lube into his palm and coats his erection. “Now I fuck your tits.” His cock slapped between my breasts and he got into position. “Hold them. Press them tight.”
I squeezed my boobs around his cock, and he groans. His stare is fixed on my chest as his hips start to move, his stomach muscles flexing. “Tighter,” he rasped. “Pinch your nipples like I would.”
I do as he ask, gasping at the electricity that jumps in my veins as a result. It is like I am stroking my clit without using my hands. I pinch harder and my head rolls back as the bliss washes over me.
“Madonna, these tits.”