PIETRO GIACOMETTI
Peaches thinks she broke last night, she is currently thinking of how she lost control but she has no idea and no clue that she was still far from losing control. She was still far from the things I had ready for her and she was totally unprepared for the amount of control she would lose over herself and the amount I would lose over her.
She was completely oblivious of how fucking much I was going to have her want me, desire me. Not as much as I wanted and desired her. One would have to be a psychopath to want as much as I did and my Peaches was not a psychopath and I could never want her to be one.
“I do not want to be here for much longer than I absolutely need to be so tell me, how many minutes do I have to be here for?” Her voice came, soft, regardless of how much she had tried to harden it.
“For as much minutes as it takes you to have a proper breakfast. And that would be about twenty minutes of your time.” I replied her and saw her stiffen for a second but the next second, she had eased herself up.
I pulled out a chair for her but Peaches pulled out another and sat down without a word. I looked at her. Dark, tangled hair flowing down her shoulders onto the pink loose dress she was wearing and then I looked back to the stubborn pout on her lips.
I chuckled, letting go of the chair I had pulled out for her. I walked over tho the chair she had chosen to sit on and reached a hand to her shoulder, bending to look at her face.
She moved backwards slightly and I could see her cheeks redden slightly.
“Oh, Peaches.” I whispered and moved my hand from her shoulder to feel the tip of her hair.
“I… What are you…?” Her voice trailed into a whisper and then into nothingness as I looked into her eyes. Those pretty blue eyes that fucking got me every single fucking time.
I moved my fingers through her hair gently until I got to the hair that fell across her face. Gently and slowly, I tucked the hair behind her ear, revealing the blushing red tip of her ear.
“The more stubborn you act during the day, the more I’d make you beg at night, Peaches.” She went totally red within a single second.
“I… I am only here to eat.” she rambled, breaking the eye contact but I had not had enough of the blueness of her eyes.
I wanted to be drunk with their colour, lost in their gaze. Fuck!
I reached my hand to her face and snapped her head back gently and yet firmly to look at me. A soft gasp left her lips and something about that gasp that made me hard instantly.
I suppressed a growl and let it out as a groan instead.
“Don’t look away from me when I am looking at you.” I groaned out and the expression in her eyes… A mix of hesitation, reluctance, want and doubt.
It still somehow seemed to excite me.
My hand on her face gently moved across to her lower lip and another soft gasp left her lips as I ran my thumb across her lower lip, feeling it with my thumb.
“Don’t…” Her lips whispered.
“Don’t kiss me.” she whispered the words completely as my gaze fell to her lips entirely and then returned to her eyes.
“You want it.” I said to her factly.
“I… I don’t… I don’t know… I don’t want it.” Caily denied, just like she always did until she could no longer.
“I could prove to you how much you want it. And I could prove it to you right here, in this dinning room, right on this fucking table…” My voice had grown hoarse as I spoke, a revelation of my fucking uncontrollable horniness.
“It would only take me very little of your time to prove to you how much you want it, how much you want me.”
“And how…” She sounded breathless as I moved my face closer to hers.
More of the hesitation and reluctance in her eyes had suddenly been wiped off, along with her want was a little bit more of desires, desires she had allowed to slip for a few seconds.
“How are you going to show me? T… Tell me.” she demanded.
“Let me show it to you, Peaches.” I groaned, feeling her soft breathing.
“No…” Her breathing was heavy as she breathed out the word.
“Tell it to me…” She insisted and I groaned, holding her head even more firmly.
“I would pick you up, clear this table and drop you on it. I would rip this fucking cute dress off you. You have no clue how many nights I have dreamt of ripping a sleep wear off you and fucking you in the torn sleep wear, fucking you so badly, so hard, so well that you quiver around my body and…” My cock twitched and I gritted my teeth for a second.
“I’d kiss your lips again, worship every inch of your lips and then I’d let out your tits, your beautiful and fucking amazing tits. I’d suck on your tits and your moans would tell me how much you want me, how much you want me to give you all of me even when you know you can’t take all of me. I would leave my bite marks all over your tits, reminding you of who you belong to, when you look at yourself in the fucking mirror. Then I’d spread your legs…” I reached for her thighs and gently pried them apart.
There was no objection from her as her tits heaved in front of me with every irregular breath that she took.
“And let my fingers move swiftly to your pussy, so quickly that the first touch stuns you completely…”
Caily gasped as my hand touched her pussy. Her breathing hitched.
“Then I’d press my fingers against your pussy lips and watch as you grind needily, trying to get my fingers into your tight, wet pussy, moans and soft whimpers of need leaving you…” With my words, her hips grinded lightly as I slowly pushed her panties to the side.
“Pi… Pietro” she whispered my name, her nipples visibly hardening under the soft fabric.
“But that would not be all, I would not stop until you are begging for me to touch you, until you are begging for me to give you another look at my cock, until you are begging for my cock to be shoved into this tight mouth of yours. I would not stop, Peaches… I would not stop until you are completely, utterly begging and just needing more of me.”