Chapter 13 Rafael #2
My moans were full of need as I tried to catch my breath. I turned my head, trying to get back to reality.
Smack. Smack.
A whimper was all I could muster as I stuck my ass out, silently begging for more. Cesare grabbed a handful of my hair and yanked back.
He really likes my long hair. A smile broke free before I thought better of it.
"Proud of yourself?"
His face came into view, and I couldn't help grinning harder up at him.
"Get on your knees and clean up your mess."
I slid down the bed and plopped down not so gracefully.
"Yes, Daddy." I didn't hesitate as I leaned forward and lapped up every bead of cum that hadn't soaked into the bedding.
The sight brought a smile to my face. Even after we were done tonight, my cum would still be on the bedding Cesare wrapped himself up in tonight.
Rough fingers grabbed my hair and yanked my head back. Cesare stared down at me those dark eyes full of so much promise. "It’s far too early for you to be broken."
A shudder wracked down my body. I licked my lips and twisted around.
Cesare's grip on my hair tightened as I worked his belt open and then his pants.
His bed smelled like him, but there was nothing like the source.
My mouth watered as I freed his hard length.
I kissed along the underside of his cock, staring up at him, loving the way his pupils seemed to consume the rich brown of his irises.
My mouth hovered over the tip of his dick. I licked my lips and brushed the swollen head. The bead of precum the beaded at the slit made me feral.
"What are you waiting for?" Cesare asked.
I tried and failed to keep a smile off my face. "You're still in charge?"
Cesare's grip on my hair snapped my head back.
My mouth opened on a gasp. He shoved his cock to the back of my throat, forcing me to gag.
He didn't let up for a second, holding my head to his pelvis.
I swallowed as my body rebelled against the intrusion.
My lungs screamed for air, and my throat continued to convulse around his cock.
"That mouth of yours pisses me off too much." He ground his thick cock in my throat like he was trying to make it into his own personal sex toy. Fuck being able to talk again; it would only be good for taking Cesare's dick and swallowing his loads.
Tears streamed down my face as spots flickered in my vision.
"Get up on the bed now and spread your legs for me."
Gasping, I came off, choking, saliva dripping down my jaw.
I drew in another ragged breath, my heart pounding and my head spinning.
I nearly tripped over myself to get on the bed.
My cock was getting hard, and one look at Cesare and I was ready to cum again.
He stripped out of his clothes, tossing them to the side without a care.
His tattoos on his rib cage and down his thighs never failed to make me want to study them.
The litter of scars on his body reminded me of the kind of man I was in love with.
He stalked toward the bed, and I waited till the last second to twist over. I spread my legs, arching my back as I rested my chest on the bed. Cesare had the lube in hand and was coating his cock as he stopped at the edge of the bed.
Bare? I wanted to ask, but fuck that, I wasn’t going to let him think about it for second. I wanted to be pumped full of Cesare’s cum, and I wanted it yesterday.
A dark shadow covered me, and my stomach flipped as Cesare's heat blanketed me. He leaned over my back, his fingers digging into the flesh of my ass. The bed dipped slightly. His mouth pressed against my ear, his words hitting me deep in my soul. "I'm going to ruin you."
My mouth opened to beg for him to do it, argue against it, taunt him, fuck if I knew what my plan had been, but all that came out was a scream as Cesare plunged his cock inside of me. My grip on the bedding was punishing as I was forced to take his full length at once.
"Fuck, you're so tight."
I reflectively clenched down, and Cesare started swearing in Italian. He pulled back until I was nearly empty before slamming forward. Pleasure robbed me of thought as my toes curled. Our bodies fit like we were always supposed to end up together.
Moans dripped from my parted lips as Cesare fucked me to within an inch of my life. The slaps of our bodies colliding filled the room till it was all I could hear. My breathing was erratic as I succumbed to the pleasure riding me.
"Fuck." I twisted my head from side to side. "Daddy, wait."
Cesare changed angles and slammed into me, hitting my prostate with every thrust. He was owning my body, making me into an addict, and it was supposed to be the other way around. I panted as my own cock wept precum on the bed.
He fucked me harder as if saying wait only made him want to toss me over the edge again faster. I swallowed repeatedly and unintentionally slammed my hips back, meeting him thrust for thrust.
"You said wait but you can't help yourself. Your ass is sucking my cock back in every time I pull back." His fingers ghosted over my cock, and I screamed.
His laugh joined the music our bodies were making. "You're leaking."
His fingers rubbed the tip of my dick; it was too light and nearly too much. I was so sensitive and so turned on that anything more and I was likely to cum.
"I—I'm going to cum. Please—ah, fuck."
His light touches went away and was replaced with the firm grip of his fists. His hand tightened around my length as he thrusted into my ass with relentless accuracy.
"Cum as much as you want." Cesare snapped his hips forward. "I'm going to get my money's worth."
Electricity cracked up my back and had me screaming Cesare's name as I came. Sparks continued to dance over my flesh as he kept fucking me through it, dragging out the pleasure more.
His groans were like my own personal aphrodisiac as they wrapped around me.
Smack.
"Who told you to rest?" Cesare's words were barely above a growl. "I'm nowhere near done."
I was shaking from head to toe. My body buzzed with pleasure as I lifted my ass back up.
I hadn't noticed my knees had given out underneath me.
His cock was still buried in me and it was the best and worst feeling.
My insides were sensitive. Every little movement had more spasms wracking through me.
My body wasn't listening to me as I tried to get back into position. This wasn't fair. Cesare growled as he pulled out of me and flipped me onto my back. He wasn't out of me for more than a few seconds before he was slamming his cock back inside.
My spine arched off the bed as my eyes rolled to the back of my head. The new angle made me feel fuller. I choked on a moan as I reflexively wrapped my legs around his waist.
"What do you think you're doing?" Cesare questioned.
My mouth opened like a fish out of water as I tried to suck in much needed air.
"If you have the energy to hold on to me then you can take a lot more." He shoved my legs back to the bed and lifted me slightly before fucking me to within an inch of my life.
His hand was shoved into my face, and I knew what he wanted even if my blood was rushing in my ears too loudly for me to hear him. I licked up my cum from his fingers, moaning at the taste of myself on his flesh.
Pleasure was like little needles stabbing me all over my body. I couldn't escape a single one. Every thrust drove me to new heights. Every moan was dragged over my sore tonsils. By the end of the night I'd be surprised if I had a voice left.
Cesare loomed over me like the fucking god he was. I clenched around him, loving the way his thrusts stuttered before he fucked me harder. He pinched one of my nipples through the lacy bra, and I nearly saw stars.
Ecstasy wrapped around my cock as he did it again and again.
"Are you a whore?"
"Yes," I whimpered.
He laughed, his thrust punishing as he assaulted my prostate. I was going to lose my fucking mind.
"Whose whore?"
I licked my lips, losing the battle as pleasure stroked every nerve in my body. I was responding to Cesare on some molecular level, and it was terrifying. I shook my head, and he pinched my nipple in response.
"Fuck. Fuck—yours. I'm your filthy whore. Yours."
"I don't know if you believe that. You're always acting outside of your place." He pinched and played with nipples, and it felt like a live wire was connected with my cock.
I shook my head, trembling, unable to take it. I couldn't keep cumming like this.
His thumb swiped over my cheek, and there was a grin on his face as he brought his thumb to his mouth. "Your tears are only turning me on more."
I shook from head to toe. My entire body was on fire, and his cock was buried deep inside, still rearranging my guts. His words hit some deep, needy part of me that I couldn't contain the moans they coaxed out of me even if I tried. His laugh was rich and heady as it filled the room.
"You're crying. My dick that good?"
I groaned, nodding my head, not even realizing I'd started to cry. I was overstimulated, and every sudden movement was threatening to force me to cum again. I had nothing left.
"Tighten up around my cock," Cesare groaned.
I did while blinking away the tears as best as I could. I couldn't miss a second as he pounded into me. Pleasure still continued to coax the flames as he fucked me.
Hot splashes of cum filled me, and I whimpered as ecstasy consumed me. I shook as a mini orgasm rushed through me. I was spent, and still, feeling Cesare's cum inside of me was a new pleasurable sensation I wanted to repeat over and over again.