Elsa
Feeling tempted to a hellish extent, I walk around his work table, dragging my fingers on it, my gaze fixed on his. He pushes his chair behind about.
“Whatever you are thinking about, my answer is yes,” he murmurs. I give him a slay smile before coming to standing between his legs.
Suddenly I wish I had dressed up in something open like a dress or a skirt so that I can sit astride him and ride him when we are both dressed up. Maybe this jumpsuit will save me from wasting a lot of time.
“I want you in my mouth. I want to blow you fast so that it will seem like it never happened yet it also happened. I don’t want to be late for my appointment,” tell him before engraving my lips on his, kissing him with hunger. I felt bad when I woke up and he wasn’t in bed with me. I was so horny and I still am.
Breaking the kiss, he says “I am all yours.”
He stands up, pushing the chair back so that it touches the wall, leaving enough space for us to play.
Marcello gives me a brief kiss before saying “Show me, monella. Show me how much you want my cock in your dirty mouth.”
His stare is almost a challenge, as if he expects me to change my mind. If so, he will be disappointed. I am every bit as stubborn as him. I lower to my knees slowly, never looking away from his bright gaze. He holds still but I can see the muscle in his jaw working. Upper hand, Elsa.
Once I am on my knees, I reach for his belt. He grabs my hands. “Untie your top. I want to see your tits bounce as you suck me.”
Lifting my hands to my shoulders, I reach for the sleeve. Then I lower the top completely, allowing my tits to spring free. Marcello’s chest raises and falls rapidly as his eyes track my movements. “Now, Elsa. Suck me.”
I take my time, sliding my hands up his thighs to skim his cock over the fabric of his trousers. He growls. “Do not play with me. Succhiami il cazzo.” God, I love when he speaks dirty Italian. I flick open his belt, then unfasten his gray trousers. His black boxer briefs are made from a thin expensive material that is several notches above the plain cotton kind Sergio owned. I don’t know why I still compare the two men. They are two entirely different people from different worlds. I let my fingers trail over the ridge near the head through the silky fabric as I watch Marcello’s face. His expression twisted in agony, his cheeks flush. “I will spank you, and I don’t give a damn if you get late for your appointment,” he threatens. “No more teasing. Your mouth, now.”
I take him out of his clothing and look at the thick glorious length of him.
Marcello must’ve lost patience with me because he puts his hand on my head and grabs the base of his shaft. “Succhialo.”
I open my mouth and he thrusts inside, the warm salty taste of him gliding across my tongue. Fuck, I like that. I close my eyes, but he snaps, “Eyes on me. Clasp your hands behind your back.”
My clit pulses in happiness, my body drunk on him, completely turned on by his dominance. I comply, keeping my gaze on his and putting my hands behind my back as he starts to tunnel in and out of my mouth. I try to keep my jaw and throat relaxed, and Marcello takes advantage, thrusting deep until I gag. “That’s it,” he says. “I want to see tears streaming down your cheeks from having your face fucked.”
I can’t help it-I moan. His nostrils flare. “Tu sei perfetta. Cristo santo, tu sei perfetta.”
He doedn’t hold back any longer, fucking my mouth with rough strokes, his hand still on my head, guiding me. “Relax your throat, bellissima. Let me in.”
This is the gangster devil that locks people up in his dungeon and enjoys blowing up their brains out of their heads. He is rough and merciless and it turns me on so much, my pussy pulses in my panties.
He pushes and I gag, but he doesn’t withdraw. Instead, he waits until I recover and takes another breath. Then he advances a tiny bit more. Tears spill over my lashes and I struggle to breathe.
“I won’t choke you. Take another breath then let me in. We won’t stop this until my pelvis meets your nose.”
Oh, God. Could I do it? I am not sure. I start to shake my head no, but Marcello just smirks down at me as he holds me in place.
“You can do it. Fill that filthy mouth with my cock.” He shoves in deeper and I try to relax and breathe through my nose. “Sí, sí. Swallow if you can.”
It takes a few tries but then I swallow and he slips in deeper. Then I can’t breathe at all and I started to panic, my eyes searching his face. His expression is s soft, pride shining in his eyes as he watches my mouth. “Almost there, Elsa. Almost there. You’re such a good girl, aren’t you? You’re going to make me come so hard. Just a little more.”
One more flick of his hips shove him all the way into my throat, and my nose presses against his skin. He holds my head, his fingers tightening as my throat flexes involuntarily against the intrusion. I can hear him moaning and talking but I can’t pay attention.
He draws back to allow me to take a grateful breath. Then he returns to my throat and my ability to breathe departs me again. I staye there, my nose against his belly, and tried to swallow. It sort of worked, and then I feel him swell even more. He shouts and I can feel him pulse as he comes down the back of my throat.
After a few seconds, it is over and he withdraws until just the tip remains in my mouth. I stare up at him, knowing he wants to see the spit and the tears, the mascara probably running down my face … and I was right. The edge of his mouth hitches as he swipes at the moisture on my cheek, my lips still curled around the softening girth. “You are stunning.”
When he slips free, I made no move to stand or pull away. My throat is raw and sore, like I had been yelling for hours, and my naked breasts are heavy and aching. I keep my arms behind my back, eager to keep playing this naughty game. He doesn’t immediately tuck himself back into his trousers, either, but looks down almost as if he doesn’t know what to think of me.
After a few seconds, he says, “Now, kiss the tip and thank me for fucking your mouth.”
I nearly smiled. Marcello likes to degrade me, but I have learned how to play his game. My compliance drove him wild.
Leaning in, I hold his gaze as I press a kiss to the foreskin that covered the head of his penis. “Thank you, Marcello, for fucking my mouth.”
His throat works as he swallowed. “Good girl.”