The Next Night
CAILY GALILEO
‘I fucking love you’
‘I will always protect you from those bastards, Peaches.’
Those words had been in my head all day, accompanied by the soft and yet deep laugh that had stirred me awake last night.
Each time those words resounded in my head, my heart would go off. And the feeling it caused… I hated it and tried to wish it away but I simply could not.
I was standing before Pietro’s door right now. That was where he wanted tonight session to be. I breathed in deeply before inputting the passcode. The door clicked open and I walked in, trying not to think about the passcode.
“He’s just crazy and that’s not on me” I mumbled over and over again as I walked further into his chambers. I stopped in front of the door which I knew would lead to his personal room and raised a hand to knock but my hand froze mid air.
If he didn’t knock before walking into my room last night, why do I have to do the knocking?
With those thoughts in my head, I pushed the door open and stepped into the room boldly but my boldness only lasted for a few seconds.
Pietro’s shirt was off and his hot, tattooed upper body was all out for me to see.
Distracting. Such a body was too much distraction for my poor soul.
“You…” I immediately looked away from the sight of his half naked body, resisting the temptation to stare just a bit more
“You are early.” His deep voice stated and I bit down on my lower lip, knowing he was right. Why had I left my room early?
“It’s not because I was anticipating this or anything… I was just…” I stopped mid my rant and heard the bastard chuckle.
“Hmm, you were just….?” His footsteps were approaching me, quickly covering the distance between us.
“Forget about it. Is the session happening now or should I just leave and come back later?” I asked, already turning to leave but his strong hand grabbed my arm, yanking me back towards him.
I gasped softly, feeling my heart skip a beat again the sudden movement.
“You know you don’t want to leave yet.” Pietro looked down at me, his voice deeper with those words and he… He sounded…
“Stop acting like you know everything I think or feel, Pietro.” I attacked him, letting out my frustration about this desperate, evil attraction towards him that I feel.
Because YES! FUCKING YES, I AM SO FUCKING ATTRACTED TO PIETRO GIACOMETTI!
“But I am right.” His eyes sought for something in mine and I hastily blinked away, wincing softly to get him to let go of my arm.
“No. No, you are not and you have never been right about me.” I walked over to his bed and sat on the edge of it, just wanting a bit of space in between us.
I watched as he bent his head over slightly, palming his face and letting out a low string of curses.
“You still don’t want me staying on your bed? How do you claim you are ‘in love’ with me and claim you want me or need me so badly but hate me staying in your bed?” All I wanted to do was to talk about irrelevant stuffs to get my mind off the hot body in front of me, to stop myself from jumping at him and asking him to give me his body and nothing more.
“Hate you staying in my bed?” Pietro walked over to me and getting to me, his hand reached down to my face and made me look up at him.
I gasped softly at our proximity and the way his hand held my face, firmly and yet gently.
“Y-yes, I… You clearly hate me staying in your bed…” I tried to speak coherently, with his body and masculine scent not messing with my head.
“Do you think it would be easy having a hard-on all fucking night? With your scent surrounding me all night, do you think I would be able to sleep? You drive me insane enough without me breathing in your scent every second of an entire night…”
My body trembled at his words and I had no idea what got into me but I knew I got on my feet, my hands reaching for his broad shoulders and pulling him down to kiss him on the lips.
Crazy.
I knew that was crazy but I just had to release all that tension and I couldn’t think of a better way than kissing this hot, fine specimen of a man in front of me.
He reciprocated the kiss almost instantly and my body quivered as he pressed my body into his. His bigger body made me feel smaller as his hands groped my ass, his tongue making its way into my mouth and deepening the kiss.
“Aah” I moaned feverishly into the kiss, feeling his hard-on press into my stomach. A hand of his grabbed my thigh, raising a leg of mine up and making me gasp.
My nipples hardened as our mouth synced, his tongue lashing against mine. He pulled me slightly up and his palm coming down on my ass made me let out a muffled moan into the kiss.
There was a groan from Pietro, a groan that sounded like that of a man who have just lost control and he did seem to have lost control because the kiss suddenly turned harsher, taking all my breathe away.
My body was on fire already when his hand groped my tits from the flimsy wear. I tried to hold back my moans, to not let it out but the second his fingers twisted my hardened nipples, I lost that control.
I moaned helplessly into the demanding kiss and Pietro suddenly broke the kiss, a crazy look in his eyes. The crazed need in his eyes made me quiver but still I clung onto his shoulder, my lips wet and parted as I dragged in deep breaths.
“Get down on your knees, Peaches.” He ordered, snapping his belt open.
Very obediently, without a word of protest said, I slid my hands off his shoulders and began to lower myself to my knees. A hand of his reached for my head and pushed me down to my knees quicker while his other hand undid the flyer.
“You are going to have to take the consequences of your actions, Peaches. You started this and I am going to be the one to end it. I am drawing the lines tonight, not you, clear?” His raspy voice turned me on so much that it almost scared me.
I nodded, feeling my tongue too tied to speak. My pussy was throbbing with an ache I was starting to get familiar with very quickly. He let out his cock and I gulped down hard at the sight of the big, thick cock right in my face. Intimidating and yet… Yet beautiful.
“Words, Peaches.” Pietro fisted his cock and slapped my cheek with his hard, thick cock and I couldn’t believe how much wetter that made me.
“Y-yes sir.” My gaze was on his hard cock as I managed to stutter out the two words.
“Open your mouth.” he ordered and I quickly did so, astonishing myself with how easily and quickly I was following his orders.
His hand on my head moved down to my face and he pushed three fingers into my opened mouth.
I immediately sucked on those three fingers as if my mouth had been earlier programmed to do so.
“Good girl…” The rasp from him made my nipples harden even more.
I needed more of his strong, harsh hands groping my tits. I really did.
He pulled his fingers back out of my mouth and I opened my eyes to see his cock close to my lips.
His hand went back into my hair, pulling my hair into a bunch and there was something about that action that made my body even hotter than it already was.
“Did you ever let that bastard do this to you?” He grunted, his eyes dilating as he brushed the tip of his cock on my lips.
“Did you ever suck him off, Peaches?” His grip on my hair turned tighter and I shook my head repeatedly to answer.
“I have never….” My words and my breathing were cut off by the sudden pressing of his cock head against my lips. I could feel my heart pounding hard as the size difference between us got even more visible.
He’d… He’d have to stretch my lips so much to fit into my mouth. How much more would he have to stretch to fit into my pussy?
Not… Not like I was ever going to let him fuck my wet, needy pussy but how much would he have to stretch me to fit it in?
“Good girl..” the words tore from his lips with a grunt as he thrusted forward, right into my mouth.
My eyes rolled back, my hands immediately finding their way to his thighs as the taste of his cock filled my taste bud.
“Unghh, Fuck!” A hand of mine left his thigh and moved to my right tit, desperately needing to touch myself somehow.
His hand raised my face up.
“Look at me.” he ordered, his voice deep with lust.
I looked up at his eyes, my mouth completely filled and stretched by his cock.
“Your mouth is so fucking tight and warm, I am fucking…” He clenched his jaws and I felt his cock throb in my mouth.
“Fucking losing it! Keep your eyes on me, Peaches. Look at the man you belong to while he… Fucks your pretty, little mouth…” He suddenly pulled almost all the way out of my mouth and thrusted almost half his length back in, almost immediately.
I gagged, my hands returning to his thighs as Pietro let out an animalistic growl that seemed to bring out an animal in me too because I most certainly had to be an animal to remain on my knees, taking this mouth fucking like… Like his good girl.
“You look so fucking good, taking my cock…” Pietro moaned, thrusting and filling my mouth. Each time, he thrusted in, I gagged but he didn’t stop and I… I wasn’t sure I would want him to stop too.
Pietro was looking down at me, his both hands now grabbing my hair into two ponytails as he fucked my mouth, making my eyes go teary. My tears wet my cheeks just as my fluids wet my panties.
“I knew you’d look good with my cock in your mouth but this… you beat every darn imagination of mine. Fucking… Warm and tight!” My eyes rolled back at the intensity of his thrusts.
“Aaaargh…” his deep moan had my hand sliding down my tit to my pussy.
My pussy was utterly delighted at the pounding my mouth was taking. My entire being was delighted at it.
My entire senses was clouded. All I could breathe in was him, all I could feel was him, all I could see was him. Everything about me was Pietro Giacometti and I… I fucking liked it.
Perhaps… Just perhaps, I did belong to Pietro Giacometti.