19. Alyssa
“Do you want to take a bath?” The hunk standing before me asked and it took a moment for me to register that he had talked to me.
He was so chiseled and so gorgeous that I couldn’t think straight as I looked at all the muscles displayed before my eyes.
“I… ahem… no. I’m good,” I managed after a while.
Before we went to the nightclub, the girls had made me clean myself thoroughly, shave and even wax and I still find it preposterous that they made me do an edema.
“What do I need to clean my arse hole for?” I had complained as Kylie handed me the equipment I needed and Jeni pushed me into the bathroom.
“Do it. Otherwise, we are going to help you,” Kylie had said and I knew she would make me bend to help me clean and the idea of me exposed like that before anyone had me closing the bathroom door and I was there for more than an hour.
“Any man wants his woman clean and what if he wants to go both ways?” Jeni had said.
“You mean to say…”
“Yes. And it’s the sweetest thing ever. It will make you tremble and make you have a million orgasms and forget even your name,” Kylie had answered with a knowing look as if she had done it a million times.
Now, seeing Pietro looking as if he fell out of a novel, I was thankful that I had listened to them.
He then showed me the bedroom door and just as I stepped through the door, an arm pushed me inside.
I turned afraid that I had been deceived but all I saw was the want in his eyes.
Then he was on me, shoving me against the wall and pressing his big body against mine. And then he slammed our mouths together. It took a second for my brain to catch up.
Pietro was kissing me, his tongue already deep in my mouth. Lust, like I had never experienced before, exploded inside me, a rush of white-hot need so fierce that I was already panting with it.
I lifted my hands and grabbed the back of his head with both hands and returned the kiss. It wasn’t sweet or gentle.
It was like we were trying to devour each
other. It was like he was taking out his anger and irritation on my mouth using his
lips, teeth and tongue and I knew I would be sporting swollen lips after that.
He was hot and wet.
My groin tightened and my pussy trembled with each rapid beat of my heart. More. That was my only thought as I dragged him closer. I couldn’t get enough.
Then his hands were everywhere, removing my dreas, working my zip from the back. We broke apart only for a split second as he pushed the fabric down my legs.
In a flash his lips were attached to mine again, our tongues dueling feverishly, while his palms swept over every bit of skin he could reach.
He began grinding our hips together, unable to help himself.
Through my lingerie, the only thing covering me, I could feel his erection through his thin pants, and each brush of his hardness made me see stars. Fuck, yes.
Soon we were building up a rhythm, working together, shifting and rolling hips, our frantic breath mingling. It was so good. If I wasn’t careful, I could cum like this.
He broke off and held my shoulders.
Pietro’s flushed olive skin and lust-drunk expression stared down at me.
He said, “Bed. Now.”
I didn’t argue. Bending, I tore at the straps of my stilettos and removed them. He quickly did the same, but slower because he was distracted by the sight of me flexing as he removed his boots.
“Take out my cock,” he ordered. And get on your knees.”
I could have refused but I was weak and I was ready to give this man my first time.
Like in a daze, I reached for the button on his jeans. I flicked it open and unzipped, careful of the thick bulge now pressing against his briefs. He was already hard for
me, a fact I liked very much.
Reaching in, I wrapped my hand around his cock. He was hot, the skin stretched tight, and my mouth watered. I jerked him
slowly, wanting to prolong this. Wanting to torture him.
I may not have had a dick inside me but I had touched a few and sucked several and I knew how to prepare a man using my lips, mouth and hands.
He sucked in a quick breath.
“Fuck, keep going,” he shoved his briefs and jeans lower on his hips, giving more room. “Tighter. That’s it.”
“Madre da dios, bellissima!” He aputed Italian and that brought a heat down my spine.
I wanted him to cuss in Italian as he fucked me.
I stroked faster, harder. We were both looking down at my hand. I thumbed the underside of his shaft, then moved up to the slit. I smeared the precum waiting there over his skin, using it like lube as I continued pumping my fist.
A hand suddenly twitched on my neck holding me but not using too much force.
“In your mouth,” he growled. ” I need to get inside your mouth, amore.”
I didn’t hesitate seeing that I was already on my knees. I smiled, putting his cock to my lips. His green gaze was feverish, wild, and it made me wonder which one of us wanted this more. Because if he wanted it even half as much as I did, then we were in trouble.
“Va bene,” he crooned as he slipped past my lips and onto my tongue. I sucked hard, drawing him deep.
He didn’t look away and instead concentrated on my mouth.
His free hand rested on my head, almost petting me.
“Dio, your mouth is so hot and wet. I could fuck it for days. That’s it. You are so eager, aren’t you? You need my cum in your mouth, no?”
In answer, I flicked and swirled my tongue, giving him extra stimulation. Then I took him to the back of my mouth, while I tried to relax my jaw and my throat.
I wanted all of him.
I wanted to feel his big dick fuck my throat and make me gag and then I would gag in it later as he fucked me to oblivion.
“Open wide, cara,” he ordered and I did.
I relaxed my throat muscles and took more of him.
“Oh, Dio mio. Your mouth is bewitched cara!” He cried out as I did my magic on him.