Chapter 20 Rafael #2
Muffled whimpers joined the symphony of noises we were making. The wet suction of my throat was the main fucking star, and Cesare seemed to love it.
"Enjoying yourself?" Cesare groaned out. He slammed up, not letting me take in more than a second of air each time he pulled back.
Through blurry eyes, I glanced up at him and moaned around his thick cock in my mouth. "Mm-hmm." I couldn't deny how good it felt. How right he felt in me in any hole he wanted to use.
Mine, mine, mine, mine. Mine, mine, mine, mine, mine.
My thoughts were crazed with desperation.
Cesare yanked my head back, and I hollowed my cheeks, sucking his cock harder and not wanting to stop. I released his length with an audible pop. A string of saliva and precum hung loosely from my lips to his reddened cock.
A whine was all I could muster. The vibrations made my sore throat ache in the best way possible. My chin and throat were drenched with my drool. There was no doubt in my head I looked like the whore Cesare always called me.
"Che puttana disperata che sei per me." His thumb swiped over my bottom lip, breaking the string that connected us. He brought his thumb up to his mouth, and I watched transfixed as he licked it clean. Another whine fluttered up from the deepest parts of my soul.
Please. I want you so badly. Own me, show me who I belong to. Have me.
Cesare's head tilted slightly to the left as he stared at my face. He stroked his spit-covered cock right in my face, teasing me with what I wanted. "You look as if I'm torturing you."
You are.
I licked my lips and moved forward, running my tongue over his fingers. I nipped at them, wanting him to release what I was so happily enjoying.
"Feral little whore."
Only for you.
I didn't trust my voice to actually work. There was a burn in my throat that I wanted to become accustomed to all the time.
He gathered my hair in his hand and guided me back to his cock.
His cock took ownership of my throat again and electric shocks of pleasure trickled up my spine.
His thrusts got rougher as his length pulsed in my mouth.
I moaned and blinked away the tears that refused to stop blurring my vision.
I needed to get access to the cameras. I wanted to watch Cesare from all angles as he fucked my mouth.
Use me. Please.
Hot splashes of cum hit the back of my throat, and I swallowed greedily. I fought Cesare's hold and pulled back enough to catch the next few shots directly on my tongue. Raspy moans bounced off the walls as I worked my tongue over his tip earning more of his cum.
"Show me," Cesare commanded.
I opened my mouth and showed him the cum still left in my mouth before swallowing it down, not letting a drop out.
I licked my lips, chasing the taste of him.
His hand shot out and he wrapped his fingers around my throat in a punishing hold.
My air felt threatened but the light headedness I already felt got heavier as his fingers pressed firmly.
“Next time you mention another man while drooling over my cock, I will destroy any humanity you have. I will turn you into a mindless toy incapable of thought.” He squeezed harder before easing up.
“Yes, Daddy.”
I couldn't take another second, need pulsed through me. I rocked back on my heels and stood up. My cock ached. I needed to go in the room and handle it. Cesare was still recovering.
"Where do you think you're going?" His gaze was glued to my hard cock covered by my precum-soaked panties.
"I—"
"Who said I was done with you?"
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
I swallowed as my legs threatened to give out. "You're still recovering." My excuse felt weak on my lips.
"Sit and spread your legs for me like the paid whore you are."
Desire stripped me of any logical thought as I stumbled forward and toward the couch. Cesare stopped me short of sitting down next to him and pointed to the floor.
"Where you belong."
Electricity shot up my spine, and my cock twitched as ecstasy dripped through my veins.
I fell down to the floor and spread my legs.
They trembled slightly. I was so wound up it wasn't going to take long for me to cum.
A few more words out of Cesare's mouth and I was bound to explode before he touched me.
He kicked my legs even wider, and I whimpered at the tinge of pain it caused. Cesare came down to the floor, kneeling above me. My breath caught in the middle of my chest. His thick fingers traced over my aching cock. I whimpered.
"Cesare… please."
"Please?" He shook his head. "You're supposed to be focused on my pleasure, but sucking my cock got you this wet." He pulled at the damp panties and let it go to slap back against my dick.
My back arched off the floor as pleasure ricocheted up my spine.
"Answer me." He did it again, making my brain short-circuit.
"Fuck." I licked my lips, unable to stop the tremble that took root in every single one of my limbs. "Yes." My voice was barely a whisper, raspy and raw.
Cesare glared down at my throat. "I didn't fuck it hard enough. You can still speak."
Oh fuck.
My breathing was erratic as I stared at him. He grabbed the blue satin panties, and before my brain could fully register what was happening, he tore them off me. The fabric gave way to his strength and became nothing more than scraps on the floor.
A moan that was closer to a whimper left my parted lips.
"You're a mess." His big hand wrapped around my cock, and I jerked on the floor from the sudden touch. I dropped my gaze down to his hand, not wanting to miss a single second of it.
Pleasure rippled over every inch of my body. My toes curled as I rocked up to meet his strokes. Ecstasy had my vision blurring, and I fought to keep watching.
"Don't be quiet now," Cesare said.
My head rocked from side to side as he stroked my cock in a tight hold.
"Please." I swallowed a few times, ignoring the ache there. "I'm—oh fuck, Daddy."
The warning was pointless as pleasure ripped through me like a tidal wave. I lifted off the floor, pumping my cock into his fist. I pistoned in and out as ropes of cum shot out and hit my abdomen.
Cesare stroked me through it all and past the point of no return. Every caress of his hand bordered on pain, but I didn't ask him to stop once. I would take any touch as long as it was from him.
A knowing smirk came over his face as he finally let my sensitive, spent cock go. He offered his hand to me, some of my cum clinging to his skin. I dragged my tongue over every digit. I lapped up every drop and moaned.
Our breathing slowly evened out as we stayed there, staring at one another. My stomach fluttered. "Feel better?"
Cesare stared down at me. A look crossed his face for a single second that I couldn’t decipher. "Yeah."