Page 39 of Fatal Sloth

She shudders in ecstasy against me, and I revel in the sight of her surrender to me, to the power of pleasure I hold over her.

With a satisfied smirk, I remove my fingers, coated in her juices, and bring them to my lips. I shudder at the taste of her delicious pussy, the lush sweetness sending a shiver down my spine.

With one hand still wrapped around her throat, I command her, "Open." She obeys without hesitation, parting her lips to accept my fingers. "See. You're fucking delicious," I tell her, my voice thick with desire. Her tongue dances eagerly around my fingers, each stroke sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my dick.

As I watch her, the image of what that tongue can do to my dick fills my mind. My cock throbs painfully against the confines of my pants, but I resist the urge to fuck her. I need to see her come again, to witness the raw pleasure that I just gave her.

I pick her up, turn her around, and pull down her leotard, freeing her tits, then take a pebbled nipple in my mouth before I switch to the other side. Her hands come to my head, running through my hair, holding my head in place.

I let go and peel her out of it entirely, leaving her fully naked under me, then lay her on the soft mat of the floor. She complies, trusting me to take control.

Her hands grip my hair, pulling me closer, demanding more. And I comply, relishing her control over me, but only for a moment.

With a predatory gleam in my eye, I prepare to show her exactly what it means to be under my control.

I lean forward, capturing her plush lips in a brief, possessive kiss before trailing down her body. Settling between her spread thighs on the mat, I waste no time delving into her wet pussy, my tongue gliding over her folds and savoring the taste of her juices.

A low moan from deep within my throat comes out, but the sound is muffled by her whimpers of pleasure as I continue my invasion of her pussy. With each flick of my tongue over her swollen clit, I feel her body tremble with pleasure, her back arched, and her hips jerking eagerly against my mouth, riding out waves of ecstasy.

"That's it, Piccolina," I growl, the humming in her pussy making her jolt. "Ride my face."

"Bash," she moans, her voice a breathy moan, as she grinds her pussy over my face. Her movements are urgent and desperate, as if seeking to consume me whole.

She hisses when I insert a finger, feeling her tightness grip me like a vice. Damn, she's tight. I pump my finger in and out of her. Each thrust brings her closer to ecstasy crashing over her.

As I continue to work my magic on her throbbing clit, I feel her body tremble with pleasure beneath me. I lightly graze my teeth across her sensitive flesh, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body.

"Oh God!" she shouts, her voice echoing through the gym.

I pause at the sounds of her bliss before leaning in close. "I'm not God, but I can show you how to sin," I growl, my voice low and husky.

With that, I dive back in, devouring her pussy until she comes undone beneath me. Her orgasm takes over her body, leaving her trembling in pleasure.

After riding out her orgasm, she collapses on the mat, her skin shimmering with a thin layer of sweat. Her body is a vision of perfect temptation, even with flushed cheeks. She looks fucking perfect, laid bare before me in all her sinful glory.

I sit up, ready to go for gold and fuck her senseless. My dick is ready to come out and play. But just as I go for my zipper to release the beast, my phone begins to ring. I ignore it at first, determined not to let anything stop this from happening, but the continuous sound refuses to let up.

With a frustrated growl, I snatch the phone from my pocket, stabbing at the green button with more force than necessary. "WHAT?" I bark into the phone. The sudden outburst startles Mia from her post-orgasmic state, her eyes widening in surprise as she lies on the floor, still recovering from her double orgasm.

"Fuck, okay," I mutter to Enzo on the other end of the line before hanging up.

Mia sits up, her arms instinctively moving to cover her tits. "Is everything okay?" she asks gingerly.

"Aside from my dick being neglected, yeah," I grumble under my breath, hoping she didn't catch that slip. "There's an emergency. I have to go to the docks."

"Now?" she questions, her brow furrowing in confusion. "Can it wait?"

"I'll try not to be long," I tell her, quickly stripping off my shirt and placing it over her so she can go upstairs. Leaning in, I give her a quick kiss on the lips before heading out of the gym. I'm already annoyed, and I haven’t even got to the docks.

24

Sebastiano

When I glance at the clock on the nightstand and realize the time, it looks like another day is damn near gone. Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I swing my legs off the bed and head towards the shower to get up and get ready.

Stepping out of the shower, I let the steam trapped in the bathroom envelope me. The heat seeps into my muscles, loosening the knots of tension that have increased over the last few weeks. I grab the plush towel from the rack to dry off before getting dressed in black pants and a white button-down. I button up the shirt before rolling the sleeves to my elbows.

When I get to the bottom step, I hear a voice that has started to bug the shit out of me, a voice that has become a frequent guest in my home the past few weeks. Nico’s here again, and of course, he’s laughing like a damn hyena with la piccola ballerina.

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