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Dario’s expression hardens and his mouth turns into a grim line. “I don’t want you to ever mention his name when you’re with me. That fucking prick doesn’t deserve you. And one day I’ll fucking kill him for making you think you aren’t perfect, Vittoria. I promise you.”
“I… I don’t know what to say.”
“Say your days start and end with my say.”
“My days start and end with your say.”
“Good girl.”
Then he kisses me passionately, exploring my mouth like it’s the first time, and I fall against his body. He turns my face back to the mirror and growls, “Now, look at me do whatever I fucking what to your body.”
I look then, seeing my breasts—small and round—as they fit into his large palm. Dario slides his hard cock in between my thighs, rubbing against my wet lips. And in the mirror, we bothwatch our expressions as the beautiful hardened parts of him rub against my softness. I feel how my pussy welcomes him, begging him just to slide it in, how he twitches at the skin-to-skin contact, and I grow wetter.
Then, he glides his fingers towards my opening, dipping two digits inside before bringing them to his mouth, savoring them with an intensity that stirs something primal within me.
“Delicious,” he murmurs under his breath, his eyes locked on me through the mirror. Before I can gather my thoughts, he drags the vanity chair behind him and sits down.
Still trying to process why, I begin to ask, “What—” but he cuts me off.
“Hands on the table, scoot yourself up, your ass backwards, and sit on my face.”
I don’t get a chance to finish my question before he yanks me up, and I have to catch myself on the vanity just as he wanted. My body is half off the ground, my legs resting on the arms of the chair, my ass poised above him.
He wraps his hands around my waist and pulls me in closer.
“You never listen do you? Now be a good girl and suffocate me with this pussy.”
With a swift motion, Dario tugs me down by the hips and buries his face between my legs. A loud moan escapes me, and I wonder if the whole house can hear it. His tongue is a wet fire on my clit, and he groans hungrily as he sucks on it, then takes it between his teeth. As he sinks two fingers inside me, a scream erupts from my lips.
I watch myself in the mirror as he continues his relentless assault on my pussy. There are no other words to describe what he’s doing; it’s as if his desire is tinged with anger, a need to show just how much he’s mad at me.
He licks, nibbles, and sucks at every inch of flesh he can reach, as if I’ve starved him and this is his delicious retribution.I have no choice but to moan, to accept everything he gives me, gripping the vanity harder, determined to be a good girl and not complain.
Before I know it, his cock is in his hand, and he strokes himself while groaning against my needy, dripping pussy. He alternates between fingering and tasting me, taking every piece of flesh between his teeth, dragging his lips all over my pussy before diving in between my legs, savoring me after teasing my inner thighs.
An electric shock courses through me when my orgasm hits—a spark that ignites a wildfire across my body. My walls clench and throb around his fingers, my vision blurring into darkness. With both hands still holding me up, I inch back and ride his face, grinding against his fingers and mouth as I explode—again and again.
Dario’s tongue lashes against me, and my body spasms as everything he does overwhelms my senses. “Oh fuck,” I gasp as he bites my clit, a yelp escaping me.
“Louder, Vit. Squeeze your walls around my fingers and scream my fucking name like the dirty little whore I know you are.”
My head falls back, stars dancing in my vision as I struggle for breath. The intensity reaches its peak, and his name slips from my lips, tangled with a string of curses. But it’s barely a whisper, it’s a desperate gasp.
“Louder.” He sucks on my clit with such ferocity that I nearly lose consciousness, forcing me to show him just how it sounds when I scream his name.
My tits bounce as I move against his mouth, my thighs tightly bracketing his head while I ride his face. Dario devours me like a starved man, his cock pulsing in his hand as he continues to stroke himself, moaning loudly, sucking and lickingme through my orgasm. I see him thicken in his grip; he’s harder than a rock.
The urge to beg him to take me to bed and fuck my brains out is overpowering. But I want to give him this—the power, the total control to do whatever he likes, to make me take it like I have no choice.
I want him to understand that I choose him, starting now.
“Dario,” I whimper repeatedly, my head dropping to look at his cock, dripping with precum and so sensitive. “I can’t,” I breathe. “It’s too much.”
As if my words are a trigger, he sucks harder on my clit, a deep hum of pleasure escaping my lips, driving me toward yet another orgasm that spills down his chin.
My high reaches a breaking point as my body shakes, and I watch him rub the gathered precum at the tip of his cock, stroking up and down with deliberate movements. My mouth falls open in a silent "Christ." He doesn’t give me a moment to catch my breath before he stands and gently places my feet back on the ground, moving closer so we’re both facing the mirror again, his cock pressing into my inner thigh. While I try to regain my composure, his arm wraps around my neck to keep me in place.
Then he slides his fingers down my body and thrusts two inside me without warning.
