CAILY GALILEO
Kissing sounds, heavy breathings, soft moans combined with harsh, deep moans and grunts filled the air around us as Pietro kissed me, hands wandering over every bit of my skin that he could touch and feel.
My legs were wrapped around his waist, my arms hooked around his neck and my fingers in the tip of his hair as I kissed like I craved for him. I did.
The door slammed close behind us, an indication that we were now in Pietro’s private room. It took only a second for my back to be pressed against the wall.
Pietro’s hand moved to my waist and pulled me down to feel his cock bulging through his drenched trousers. Big and hard for me. Just for me and no other.
“Aaah” I moaned, feeling his bulge on my wet, drenched panties.
“Fuck…” He grinded into me, his lips brushing harshly against my neck.
“Ah. Again.” I breathed out, my hands firmly gripping his shoulders now.
He thrusted his bulge against my panties again and then grinded into me. His breath was hot against my skin and his hot moans were right into my ears, turning me on so much.
“I am going to fucking ruin your pussy, il mio tesoro” he groaned, grinding his bulge into my clit, an action that left my clit aching and needing even more.
Oh fuck!
“I need… I need your mouth on my clit sir. Please, I need your mouth on my clit sir.” I begged lustfully and Pietro’s mouth covered mine.
He kissed me hard, leaving me breathless and almost dizzy when he broke the kiss and moved over to the bed.
He dropped me on the soft sheets of the bed and my hands hastily pulled at his wet trousers while he peeled his unbuttoned shirt off his body.
That body. That face. Fuck, I was fucking lucky to have this man.
To have all these in one fucking perfect man!
“Look at me,” he hooked a finger under my face and lifted my head up.
“Carino” he groaned that one word. It had been years since I last heard it from him but I still recalled it.
Pretty.
With my eyes locked onto his light brown eyes, I slowly pulled down the last piece of clothing on him, his briefs.
I gulped down, feeling his hard cock jerk out to freedom and then my lips parted, wanting to be filled.
But oh fuck, my pussy wanted to be filled too. I wanted it all. All he had to offer, I wanted to take. I wanted to take from him as much as I knew he wanted to take from me.
“So fucking pretty…” Pietro pushed a finger into my mouth and I immediately sucked on it, my hands reaching for his hard cock and wrapping around it.
Hard, throbbing and thick. I could not describe the things that his cock was making me feel. I gently but primally moved my hands on his cock.
“Ungh.. Dio Santo” he rasped in that voice that made me go insane.
Before I could do a thing next, most probably wrap my lips around his cock and taste his pre cum. He picked me up and in a few seconds, I was laying right on top of him, my pussy right above his face.
“Too fucking pretty. You are just too pretty and adorable. How could I ever exist without you?” Pietro grabbed my panties and he ripped it in the next second, making me gasp out loud but my gasp barely made it out of my throat because the very next moment, his tongue reached for my clit.
“Aaah, Pietro… There!” I cried out, my eyes rolling over in the pleasure of his warm tongue finding my clit.
My hands reached for his hard body as I leaned forward and reached my hands to his cock.
“Don’t stop!” I moaned, my hips rolling as his tongue moved to my pussy and then he licked me to my clit. He sucked my clit into his mouth and I felt my entire being tremble and quiver.
He was going to kill me with this ecstacy.
I brushed my trembling lips against the head of his cock.
“Fuck, that feels heavenly… Your mouth is a little heaven. My little heaven” his praise made me take the head of his cock into my mouth.
I moaned lewdly at how his cock stretched my lips just as his tongue pushed into my pussy.
“Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” I pulled my mouth off his cock, moaning as he began to tongue fuck me.
A hand of mine went to my nipple and I pinched down hard on my nipple as the pleasure threatened to rip me apart.
“Pietro, that’s… I am…” My moans were cut off by his hand shoving my head towards his throbbing cock.
“Mff…” My moans were muffled by his cock, my eyes rolling over as I pinched even harder on my nipple.
I was going to cum so hard. So fucking hard on his face.
My body tweaked, my clit throbbed and I felt it coming hard on me.
I sucked hard on his cock head before pulling my mouth off and letting out a loud cry that should have been me informing him about my orgasm but definitely wasn’t coherent enough to be so.
I shook so hard, so violently, my hips lifting off his face but his strong hand held me back down and his tongue returned into my wet, climaxing pussy, licking me and fucking my pussy.
I screamed as another orgasm hit me with how good he fucked me with his tongue. And my mind went blank.
It was too good. All too good for my mind to remain the same.
All I could feel was this pleasure that was threatening to tear me apart and that persistent tongue that kept on fuelling this pleasure.
Nothing more.
My body wasn’t mine to own. It was his and even as my climax descended, I couldn’t come up with a word yet. My lips just quivered with moans, attempts to ask him how the fuck he was able to do that to me.
“Delisiozo”
I knew that. I still recalled that word.
Delicious was what it meant.
Another lick with an hmm of satisfaction.
“Perfect” I heard him grunt, his voice sounding a bit distant as my climaxes had definitely taken me far away.
My chest was heaving with deep, shaky breaths from my climax as he turned me over, getting me underneath him.
“Argh, you look so beautiful with this dazed look on your face.” His hand gently caressed my face as he got in between my legs.
This… This was really going to happen this time. Pietro was really going to fuck me this time
“But you’d look even prettier properly fucked. Very respectfully, I am going to wreck you and fuck the hell out of you, Peaches…” He brushed his thumb on my lower lip and I quivered.
Wreck me. Fuck the hell out of me. I belong to you, after all.
“Ah, do it. Please.” I moved my hands to his face and cupped it in my hands.
My voice was thin and almost didn’t sound like me but it was me. It was me craving, me needing and me loving the hell out of this man.
I let out a moan as the head of his cock pressed at my pussy lips. I looked down between us and felt my breath hitch. The size difference between us, obvious and clear now.
This was going to hurt. It was definitely going to hurt but I couldn’t do without this too.
“Please… Fuck me. Slowly… Gently, please. It’s… It’s so big” I whispered to him, raising my head back to face hkm
“Bite my arm or my shoulder if it hurts, cara.” he responded and the last word had barely left his lips when he thrusted into me.
My eyes widened and my back arched as the sharp pain of tearing tore through me. My fingers scratched his back badly, hard enough to get his flesh and blood under my skin.
“Hurts…” I cried out, the tears rolling down as he stretched me so much.
He pressed his lips to mine quickly, kissing me softly.
“You can take it. You can, Love.” He whispered against my lips.
“I… I can?” My words were more of a whimper.
“You can take me. You were made for me so you can… You are just so… So fucking tight but you can absolutely take me” he groaned and I could hear the constraint in his voice.
He kissed me all over the face. “You can take me, baby”. Kisses. “You can take my cock perfectly.” More kisses.
And then he locked eyes with me and thrusted a bit further into my pussy.
I gasped loud, my body almost curling up.
“Hush-hush, you are doing so well, you are being such a fucking good girl, doing a fucking good job taking my cock” he assured me with his lips pressed to my forehead and a hand of his moved in between us, rubbing on my clit.
It worked in easing my pains away a little bit more.
“You are so fucking perfect. You feel so good wrapped around me.” he moaned, his voice deep and pleasures strained. I took in a deep, shaky breath.
“More” I whispered shakily, breathing out.
“Madonna! Such a good girl” he praised me before thrusting a bit more into me.
I gritted my teeth hard, my fingers scratching him even more.
“All… All in?” I asked shakily.
“Only halfway in, Peaches”
My eyes widened at that information and I was trying to say something but his mouth on mine cut me off as he kissed me hard, kissing the pains away and turning my brain into a mush.
He broke the kiss.
“I can’t hold back so much for longer, Peaches. I… This is fucking insane” he growled, patience stripped off his tone and I felt him slam a bit more into me.
“Urghh… So tight! So… So fucking tight. You… You beat every single fantasy of mine. Every single one, Peaches. I can’t…” His breathing was heavy and ragged.
“I can’t hold back. I am going to cum… I am going to cum in your tight, perfect, warm cunt” he rasped hoarsely.
Moans left me as I felt the first streaks of pleasure run through me. I should think. Cumming inside me… Was it a step I was ready to take?
Hell! I was fucking ready! I was ready for every single step!
“Cum… Cum in me, sir. Fill me up with your cum, sir.” I moved my hips a little.
“Don’t drive me even more crazy with those words. I am trying so hard not to fucking… Anghh… Fucking hurt you right now.”
I should have bit down on my lips to stop myself from saying more. He had warned me and I should adhere to the warning but I couldn’t. I just couldn’t.
“Cum in my tight pussy, sir.” I moaned lewdly and saw the constraint on his face fall off.
Pleasure filled his face as his control snapped. In one moment, he rammed me full of his cock and I screamed out loud.
“Fuck! Don’t. Fucking. Say. Those. Words.” He grunted and I felt it.
The first spurt of his cum coating my pussy walls. His cum. In me. Pietro was cumming in me with his cock lodged deep in my pussy.
Maybe it was that realisation, maybe it was the small streaks of pleasure, maybe it was his warm cum or maybe it was his own pleasure but something triggered my pleasure too and my body trembled as I held onto him tightly, cumming.
Cumming on his cock.
On my man’s cock.