Chapter Five
Penelope
MY TOES CURL HARD AS he deepens the kiss, and I find myself squirming when his hands start moving anew. Restless heat burns through my blood as his fingers find the curve of my waist, and I gasp against his lips when his other hand moves to the back of my head...before grabbing a fistful of my hair.
The unforgiving strength I can sense in his touch, and the fact that La Strega herself described him as the most ruthless of her grandsons—-
These things should've made me shrink away as his lips pry mine open, but instead of wanting to run away and escape—-
I hear myself whimpering in surrender as my lips part, and a violent tremor of desire rocks my body as his tongue thrusts inside of my mouth.
Aaaaaah.
I feel greedy and delirious all at once, and I find myself helplessly clutching his sweater as he strokes his tongue against mine.
Please, please, please don't stop!
His kiss enslaves my senses, and my breasts are once again swollen and aching as he starts forcefully thrusting his tongue in and out of my mouth.
More, please, more!
I wish I could sob each word out as my stomach starts to tighten with need. But just as wetness begins coating my throbbing folds, Cesare suddenly jerks away, and I cry out in dazed protest at the abrupt ending of his kiss.
"Look at me, Penelope."
His voice is rough and commanding, and I can feel my body trembling even more as I lift my eyes up to his, and I see his lustful gaze glittering with the filthiest of promises.
"Do you know what 'tesoro' mean?"
I shake my head.
"It means 'treasure', Penelope...and that's what you are to me. My. Fucking. Treasure."
His words end with a finger on my lips, and I just can't seem to help it.
My lips part open, and his finger slips in...so I can start sucking on it like I have my own mini-cock to practice on.
"Harder," he growls, and my already-swollen folds throb even more as I find myself dazedly obeying his command. I feel myself growing wetter as I suck on his finger as hard as I can, and I can't help but wonder how it would feel, if the next time we do this, it's really his fourteen-inch cock that's driving inside of my mouth.
Cesare suddenly pulls his finger out, and I'm once again whimpering in protest at how empty I suddenly feel.
"Next time," he promises thickly. "Next time, you can suck on my finger as long as you want. But for now..."
A strangled sound slips past my lips when he catches me completely off guard as he reaches for my legs and repositions them until they're dangling over each arm of my chair...and the shamefully drenched state of my panties are completely exposed to his gaze.
"It's my turn to take care of you, Penelope."
Before I can even figure out what he means, Cesare's already down on his knees as he reaches under my dress, and I squeak in shock as I look all around me in panic. The door's closed, but is it locked? What if someone suddenly walks in? Won't they be scandalized if—-
Aaaaaah!
Panty ripping happens all the freaking time in romance novels, but I never thought it would happen to me of all people, and the moment his dark eyes lock with mine, and I feel the first brush of his fingers against the silken slit between my folds—-
"C-Cesare..."
The rest of the world ceases to matter, and I see his nostrils flare when he hears his name tumble past my lips for the first time.
"Say it again," he growls, and I end up whimpering his name out as his fingers slowly trace the length of my folds, the pleasure of his caress magnified tenfold by the contrast between the rough, callused texture of his touch and my sensitive flesh.
We've barely begun, and I can already feel my mind spiraling, and when his lips slowly curve into a smirk, my heart pounds hard against my chest—-
Something's going to happen soon...
And I'm so, so, exquisitely right, with the way his head disappears under my dress in a blink.
Aaaaaah!
His fingers pull my nether lips so widely apart I feel like my pussy is about to split open, and another whimper escapes me as cold air blows against my throbbing core. I can feel him staring at me down there, and it's making me want to squirm and blush and moan all at the same time.
"P-please," I hear myself beg in a choking whisper.
Wetness trickles down to my ass at the intensity of his stare, and just when I didn't think I could last for another second—-
What I dread and yearn for finally happens, with his tongue spearing into my pussy—-
"Cesare!"
His tongue thrusts deep.
Once.
Twice.
Thrice.
I wish I could make it last, but he has me so, so turned on that it's just not possible.
"Cesare!"
I sob his name out as I start to cum, my head falling back as pleasure pulses thunderously through every shuddering inch of my body.