10. Vito
10
VITO
I flex my hips, thrusting into Cassie with deliberate slowness, watching her face and feeling for the exact spot that drives her wild. The only difficulty is that she’s so fucking perfect, I’m struggling to control myself and not pound into her recklessly. She’s a virgin, I remind myself as I grab her thighs and push them wider.
She lets out a little involuntary mew as I angle my hips at the top of the stroke.
“Oh yeah, you like that, huh?” I murmur, and the way her eyes go hazy is the best reward for not totally losing it. I reach down to find her clit with my thumb, but make the mistake of shifting my gaze, and the sight of her pussy taking my cock makes me groan.
“You look so good. Pink, and slick, opening for your demanding boss.”
She cranes her neck, trying to push up onto her elbows, her brows pinching.
“I can’t see.” She scowls a little and tries to bend more. “If I…”
“That won’t work.” But simultaneous to those words, I’m affronted on her behalf that anatomy is such that she can’t enjoy the sheer hotness of her pussy taking my cock as I fuck her. Shocking miscalculation by nature. “But this will.”
“No!” she protests as I pull out.
“It’s okay, this is going to be even better.” I rub her lower abdomen with my palm in reassurance and a silent promise of what I’m going to put there. A baby. “Do you trust me?”
“Yes.” And her big soft-blue eyes are full of belief that makes my chest swell with love. My perfect girl.
“Stay there,” I order. “Don’t move.”
I find the window control on the floor next to the computer, which miraculously both seem to be unbroken, and flick the button to turn the glass into a mirror.
“What are you doing?” Cassie sounds a bit uncertain.
“Giving you the beautiful view you deserve, amore mio dolce.”
I grab the sofa and drag it over to the partially-opaque window, my cock bobbing as I do so. Then, from her discarded purse and my suit jacket, I find our phones. Cassie blinks at me, confused as I place them on the sofa.
“But you’ve just blocked the view.” This time her tone is confused, and almost frustrated. Understandable, since her poor little clit will be throbbing with unfulfilled need.
Striding over, I grin. “I’ve just enabled the best view of all.”
The window is a huge mirror now. Lifting her is easy, and in a second, I’ve set her onto the sofa.
“Get on your hands and knees,” I command, and she scrambles to obey. “Look straight ahead. Into the mirror.”
Standing behind her as I strip off my clothes is heaven. She’s utterly beautiful, watching my reflection with her eyes wide open. Her gaze is everywhere, taking in my arms and pecs then following the trail of dark hair down my chest to where my cock juts upwards.
That part of me is very enthusiastic about the turn of events that means I get to see more as I fuck her, and as well as still glistening with her juices, pre-come is beading at the tip.
Naked, on all fours, she’s temptation incarnate, and I’m done resisting.
“Push your arse back and your tits forward.” It’s a filthy command made in a gruff voice that’s probably too much for my little virgin girl.
But a whimper escapes her open lips, and she arches into me. In the mirror, her tits are on show, her hair falling over her shoulder. There are so many lovely parts of her to look at, but her arse and wet cunt are so exposed like this, and I take a moment to admire them. Then I run a possessive hand from between her shoulder blades down her back and over the curve of her arse.
She’s as fresh and ripe as a peach, and I’m a forty-year-old man who has made a career of being the worst person in Milan, and now London. The mirror tells me I have lines around my eyes and silver in my hair. I don’t deserve her.
And I don’t care. I’m going to have her in every way.
I settle one knee onto the sofa, and ruthlessly shove her legs further apart. She gasps. Taking my cock in my hand, and watching her face in the mirror, I rub the head up and down her drenched slit, then slide back into her. Home. As I look into her soft eyes, and her hot, wet, welcoming pussy accommodates my length, I know I’m where I’m meant to be.
“So tight,” I murmur. “You feel amazing.”
Cassie’s gaze flits between my face and my chest, impaling herself further on my shaft. I grip her hips and give a few languid strokes, ensuring I hit that magic place on her inner walls that’s connected to her clit, before building up a rhythm.
“It’s different…from this angle.” Her voice hitches as I bottom out against the entrance to her womb. “You look…” She can’t seem to find the words, just squirming on my cock as she stares at me. A thrill of ownership flares in me that she might never have seen a real man naked before.
“Enjoying the mirror?” I thrust into her.
She swallows, then nods helplessly.
“Now.” I pick up my phone and a smirk tugs at my lips as her brow creases in confusion again even as she moans when I hit deep inside her then draw back out languorously. “Answer the video call.”
“What?” The word is breathy.
I hit the call button, and a second later Cassie has pulled her phone to her and accepted.
“Ciao, bella,” I croon and tap to turn the camera around. Then I move it to capture the place where I’m breaching her. “Look at your sweet little pink pussy. Look how you’re opening for me.”
“Oh, my!”
Glancing in the mirror, I grin as I see her transfixed by the screen.
There are so many good views. The slick folds of her sex enveloping my cock. Her back, the curve of her hip, and her little arse too. Her smooth skin. But what I enjoy most—the biggest turn-on for me—is Cassie’s face as she sees us join. I bet she’s never even seen how pretty she is down there.
“That’s really you and me,” she says wonderingly, gaping at the screen. “That’s what you see?”
“I see my good girl.” I withdraw then pull her back onto my cock gradually, both of us watching me fill her inch by inch. My hardness slides into where she’s soft and wet. “Taking everything I’ve got.”
I do it again, ignoring my body’s demand to take her hard and fast and finish deep inside her. To breed her with hot spurts of come.
“No more secrets. No more concealment.”
“You’re beautiful.”
And I smile at her description of me when she’s the beautiful one. I increase my pace. Fucking her faster and deeper as pleasure spins through me.
She’s gripping the screen between her hands now, head tilting up and down to get the whole vision of me above her in the mirror, and how I’m sliding into her on our live video call. “I need to see this again when—mmmm—you’re not distracting me.”
I laugh. “Amore mio dolce, I’m going to want to do this every single day, with or without as many mirrors and cameras and kinky toys. I will never get enough of your sweet body.” Letting go of her hip, I alter the angle of my phone and reach down to find her clit with my fingers. “Because you’re more beautiful and feel better around my cock than all I’ve experienced in forty years, or ever will. I’m going to keep you.”
“Ohhh…” She lets out a long, breathy moan as I circle over her clit. “This is beyond anything I’ve ever imagined.”
“It’ll be even better every time,” I promise as I slide in and out of her at an easy pace so she can fully enjoy the view of her pussy and me fingering her. “I’m going to treat you like a princess.”
Working circles over her clit, I murmur words of praise and love as she begins to shake. She’s so pretty as she struggles to keep herself together.
“Fuck, Cassie. I love you so much. I can’t wait to do this when you’re pregnant.”
Her chin snaps up and there’s shock in her eyes as she stares at me in the mirror. “What?”
“I’m going to get you pregnant, you know that,” I reply.
“I thought it was a joke.”
“Not even slightly.” I ram into her, hard, and she jolts with the power of it. “Right here. I’m going to spill all my seed against your womb, and breed you.”
She squeaks, and her gaze dips to the video that I’m still streaming between our phones.
“Want to see it all?” I tighten my grip on her hip and pull slowly out, all the way until the head pops out, slick with her juices. “Look at all that cream. You made it just for me. To ease my way to breeding you. The next time we do this it will be with all my come inside you. Such a messy girl.” Then I push back in, one aching inch at a time.
“You really want us to have babies?” She gasps out.
The tip of my cock tingles. “There’s a reason we’re not using a condom. I want you to be my wife, have my children, and be thoroughly loved and spoiled and cared for.”
It’s difficult to say in words how much I adore her, so I show her. I switch to short, intense thrusts of just the tip of me into her, setting both of us alight where we’re most sensitive. I rock into her, then draw out to long, deep thrusts that feel even better. I’m inside her, and fuck it feels so good. Amazing.
“Vito.” Her eyes drift closed in bliss.
“Watch,” I insist, and her eyes fly open again. “Don’t stop looking. We’re making every second of this count. I’ll never take you for the first time again. You won’t be my horny little virgin again.”
Her whimper is the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard.
“Look at how pretty you are. It makes me hard as fuck that I’m raw inside you. Nothing between us.”
I take a risk and pinch her clit. “Come for me.”
She screams as she breaks, squeezing my cock. Her head thrown back, her berry-nipple tipped breasts in the mirror, her sweet, peachy arse naked and her back curved, she’s more gorgeous than I could have believed possible as she comes all over my cock. She tenses around my length and the surge of pleasure is enhanced by the triumph that my virgin girl is coming for me.
I drop the phone, grab her, and unleash all my base instincts. I fuck her hard and deep. She feels too good. Made for me.
The steady pace I’ve established goes erratic. I tighten my grip on her soft arse and pound into her, finally allowing myself to use her. I chase my orgasm, and she’s my pliant girl as she recovers from the first of many, many orgasms she’ll have while I breed her.
“Mine,” I growl as pleasure pools at the base of my spine. Every slam of my cock into her feels better and better. “I’m going to give you everything.”
“Yes. Please. Please.” She holds my gaze in the mirror and pleasure surges over me. However much I wanted this time to last forever, my orgasm overcomes me, as inevitable as the dawn and just as awe-inspiring. I hold her flush to me, joining as closely as possible. The pleasure is so good it’s almost painful as I shoot into her, filling her up.
The orgasm she gives me is so intense I can hardly make my muscles work. I fall back onto the cushions, bringing Cassie with me so she ends up in my lap, me still embedded deep in her.
We recover like that for a long time.
I kiss her shoulder, and her neck. I stroke all the parts of her I can get to and make her tuck closer so I can reach her calves. Her toes. I whisper words of love and the sensation of her skin on mine convinces me this is real in a way nothing else could. She’s unimaginably soft.
“Hold it in, Cassie,” I tell her when I slide out of her pussy. “Don’t waste it.”
Clasping between her legs, she looks up at me, naughty and happy and content and I kiss her mouth again and again.
I don’t notice the absence of the tightness that’s been in my chest for so long immediately, only the relief. There’s something physically different about being with the woman I love.
Eventually, reality intrudes. We’d been ignoring the sounds of admin assistants arriving, but my office phone rings.
“Should we…?” Cassie asks tentatively.
“No.”
“Vito! We have to move eventually!” She wriggles.
“We don’t. Questa è la nostra casa. This is our home now. This office. We’re never leaving.”
And when Cassie snuggles back onto my chest, I can almost believe that’s true. Until the phone rings again. On the fifth time, I sigh.
I shift her onto the sofa and leave her there, walking naked to my clear desk and kneel to pick up the phone from the mess on the floor.
“I’m not here for the rest of the day, or tomorrow. Neither is Cassie Meadows. Don’t ring again unless…” There’s spluttering on the other end of the phone as I take a moment to consider what could be as important as Cassie. “It’s the literal end of the world and I am the only person who can save it.”
Replacing the phone, I notice something I’d forgotten next to the pens and broken keyboard.
“I was going to ask you something before you tried to quit.” I pick up the box and return to where Cassie is still holding my come in her pussy like a good girl.
I return to her, and sink to one knee. Opening the velvet box towards her, I watch her beautiful face blank with surprise as she realises what I’m doing and gasps.
“Marry me.”
The ring is excessive. I bought it over the weekend, torn apart by love and despair and hope. It’s a pale-blue sapphire the colour of her eyes, set in a platinum band.
“Yes.” She grins, propels herself forwards, grips me with both hands as she nods and hides her face in my shoulder. “Yes. Always, yes.”