Chapter 22 Rafael #2
Cesare stepped back, shaking his head. My phone was forgotten in his hand as he stared at me in bewilderment. Well, I at least distracted him enough that the tension in the kitchen wasn’t deadly anymore. I pushed off the counter and closed the distance between us again.
"Does it bother you?" I don’t know why it bothered me. I've been escorting for a while before even going to Silver Dreams, but I didn’t want Cesare to stop desiring me.
"If I was bothered by you being a whore, I wouldn't have bought you."
He was such a fucking dick. I glared up at him, and the fucker smiled. Even as the ball of nerves eased, I flipped him off. "Don't make me sound so cheap."
Cesare grabbed my finger and yanked me close with a smirk on his handsome face. "No, it doesn't matter now because no one else will be fucking any of your holes but me."
Forever? Say it. Say only you get to use me till I fucking die. Fuck it, you can use my corpse, I don't care as long as I'm yours. Please.
I swallowed back my need and chuckled low as I pushed my hands over his torso and up to his chest. Every nerve ending that came in contact with him buzzed. "Yes, Cesare, you're the only one who's allowed to fuck me." I don't want anyone else but you.
His hand wrapped around my throat, and the weight of it was grounding. Any annoyance or negativity I'd been feeling was washed away the moment he grabbed me. A moan rolled over my tongue and bounced off the walls.
"Whore."
I shivered and looked at him through my lashes. "Eu sou sua prostituta, ent?o faca um favor a nós dois e me foda como uma."
Cesare's hand tightened, and I swore the shock waves wrapped around my cock just as tightly.
"Anche io so giocare a questo gioco. Puttana schifosa che non sei altro."
I should have learned Italian, but there was something about not knowing what he was saying as he stared down at me with lust filled eyes that just did it for me.
Our languages had some similarities, but there was no way I had the mental capacity to even try and figure anything out while he touched me.
A whimper tugged free. "Please."
"What are you begging for?"
I pressed firmly against his hold, to the point my airways burned with the need for me to step back. But I'd sooner stop breathing than do that. Cesare's gaze tracked over my face, focusing intently on my lips.
Kiss me, fuck me, do something to me.
Cesare brought his face in closer and moved to the left before our lips met. His beard scraped over my face and added to the already aching need pulsing through me.
"You're whimpering like a bitch in heat."
A choked-off moan slipped free when I tried to talk.
“Stop toying with me.” I meant for it to come out demanding, but my words were nothing more than a whimpering cry.
Cesare moved me like I was nothing more than a doll. He flipped me around and grabbed both my wrists and slapped my hands down on the counter. He pulled my hips back and pressed against my ass. His hard cock rubbed against me, dragging a needy moan out of me.
"Please. Por favor, me arruíne."
"Beg me right," Cesare growled.
My eyes rolled in the back of my head as I pushed back, needing way more than what our clothes would allow.
"Please, Ces—Ah, fuck."
A sharp slap turned my words into a needy moan. I licked my lips. He was such an asshole, but one that got me hard every time.
Cesare’s hot fingers danced over my abs to my nipples. He plucked and twisted till I was a shaking mess. Electricity danced over every inch of my body.
My breathing was erratic as I tried to get my tongue to work. Another slap had more pleasure rushing to my head.
"Ah, more."
"So needy, even for pain." His teeth bit down on my ear. "Whore."
A shiver raced down my spine, and I was going to lose it before he even fucked me again.
"Please fuck me. I want you buried so deep in me it shuts my brain off. Please, Daddy." A cry broke free as desperation poured from me like a faucet.
Cesare shoved my skirt up and let out a growl at the sight waiting for him. I wore his favorite panties, the black ones, but besides that, I had worked a plug inside with a little saying: Insert Dick Here.
He tapped it, sending echoes of pleasure pulsing through me. I arched my back more and spread my legs wider for him.
"I'm lubed up already and stretched."
Cesare didn't question me as he grabbed the base and pulled the plug out. The moment it was gone, I groaned with need. I felt empty, and I knew Cesare's cock would touch places the plug could never.
"Fuck," Cesare growled.
I didn't get to ask what was wrong before the mushroom tip of his cock was pushing past the first ring of muscle. My heart pounded against my rib cage as I pushed back to take him in. The burn was welcomed, along with the pressure that seemed to build until my legs were trembling.
Cesare slammed forward, snatching any air my lungs had dragged in. My nails found no purchase as he set a punishing pace. Every thrust was hard and fast. It was like he was just as desperate as I was.
I licked my lips as more pleasure rolled over me. I clenched down on his cock and relished in the Italian that burst from his lips.
"Do it again," Cesare commanded.
I did, flexing around his cock buried deep inside of me. Every time I did, he fucked me harder. He moved slightly, and I knew what he was doing before his cock hit my prostate. Fuck, whoever taught him about it needed a care package. I choked on a scream as ecstasy ripped through me.
I dropped my hand and wrapped it around my cock. It wasn't going to take much; I was in pure bliss as Cesare fucked me.
"Yes, there," I moaned.
"What a good whore you are, milking my cock."
The praise set me off, and I was cumming before I even knew what was happening. White light took over my vision as I painted the cabinets and my hand with my release.
Cesare growled and fucked me harder like a beast before his cock was jerking inside of me and he was filling me with hot sprays of cum. If pleasure was a drug, Cesare was my personal dealer. I'd fucking snort it right off his cock.
Another moan left me as I reflectively clenched around his cock as if begging for more of his cum.
His softening cock slipped free and dragged another moan from me. I twisted around, blinking the spots out of my vision.
Breathing erratically, I used the counter to hold me up.
I was a fucking wreck and happier than ever.
My stomach growled, and I was reminded of why I was even in the kitchen in the first place.
“I need to go shopping. The last three orders I put in, the idiot who shopped for us substituted half the order. And picked the worst produce out.”
Cesare smoothed his hair back, and fuck if it didn't make my legs shake.
I turned fully around and got him a cigarette, lighting it within the next second.
He inhaled, and fuck if he didn't make it look sexy.
He grabbed my face and squeezed my cheeks till I was forced to open my mouth.
He dragged in another billow of smoke before bringing our lips together.
Fuck.
My tongue came out and flicked over his lips before he pulled back. He leaned against the counter and smoked like he didn't just short-circuit my brain. My face felt hot and my insides were liquid.
“How much is that going to cost me?”
Why was he worried about money? My brain was little slow to remember that I'd been enjoying Cesare being home because Benito had fucked with his work.
It took a second, but I caught on. I smiled at him, glad I could be of even more use to him.
I hoped he got so dependent on me that no one else would be able to fill the hole.
“I could pay for it myself.” The moment the words were out of my mouth, Cesare snatched me up by my throat.
Fuck, I loved when he did that.
I licked my lips. “It was just a suggestion.”
“You trying to imply I’m not a man?”
I wanted to question his logic, but after finding out how he was raised and the man his father was, it made sense. I pressed firmly against him, moving against his cock.
“No, I know you’re a man. I’m currently filled with your cum. I was only trying to help.”
His hold didn’t loosen a fraction as he glared at me. He was so testy about this. He wasn’t broke, that was clear, but with him not working things were a lot tighter than I thought.
“I have money, why not use it?”
“You’re here for my entertainment. I pay you, not the other way around.”
He wasn't going to let this go. I bit my lip. I both loved and hated Cesare's stubborn side.
"You can go with me," I suggested with a little more excitement than I meant to let on.
Cesare grunted but cleared his throat. "I haven't gone grocery shopping since my twins were toddlers." His head tilted as if to make sure he had his facts straight. "What all do you need?"
"I want to try and make some new dishes. Since Ellie is still on vacation, I thought I'd test out some of her recipes." My phone rested on the counter next to me, and I grabbed it. "I also need some new dishes."
"Fine, get dressed so we can go," Cesare said, finally letting me go.
It took everything I had not to whimper at the loss. "Gotta shower real quick."
"I should make you shop with my cum leaking out of you."
He did not just say that. I stumbled on the way out the kitchen and gawked at Cesare. His eyes were glued to my barely skirt-covered ass, and the sticky fluid dripping down the back of my thighs with every step.
"If that's what you want, Daddy."
He groaned. "Go before I decide it's better to fuck you till you can't walk."
"I have options? Because if it's up to me, it's the second one. Fuck it, who needs food? I'll survive on your cum."
Cesare shook his head with a real smile on his face that stole my breath. He didn't let them show often. If he wasn't teasing and being cruel, smiling didn't happen. "You've got issues. Hurry up, you have twenty minutes."
“Why in the fuck is milk so high?” Cesare glared at the prices. “And eggs—”