34. I Fucking Love IUDs
Chapter 34
I Fucking Love IUDs
Antonella
The second we enter his room, I push him back against the wall. His eyes glaze over with lust as I take off his shirt and toss it onto the floor.
Delicious abs.
I could play them like a fucking xylophone.
He slides my dress down, dropping it down to my ankles. I step out, using his chest for support. He grips the fabric in his hands and tosses it directly into the fireplace.
“Che cazzo?” My attention snaps over to the now burning dress.
“You don’t need to wear this anymore.” He smirks, tweaking one of my nipples while pulling me closer to him.
I squeal, dragging my hands across his hips along the hem of his boxers.
“Burning things I own isn’t considerate—even though you bought this, technically.” I snort. “You’re wasting your own money!”
He shrugs. “Eh.” He then tears through my black lace thong as if it’s a sheet of paper, as if it’s nothing .
My jaw drops. “At this rate I’m going to have to go shopping every weekend.”
A smirk perks up on his lips. He’d like that, wouldn’t he?
Me—spending all of his money.
He’s got to have some financial kink or something at this point. You know what? Why fight it anymore? I’m tired.
“It was a nightgown, by the way. I wear it to bed .” I slide his black boxers down all the way, dropping them on the floor.
“Buy another.” He kicks them off and tosses them to the side.
“Oh, by the way… I’m going out clubbing.” I plant gentle kisses down his hard, muscular stomach. I lower myself down onto my knees. Fuck , ouch. My knees aren’t so good anymore.
They both crack with a loud pop . Pain radiates up my thighs.
“Che?” He groans.
“I…” My lips drag above his navel and then lick his happy trail all the way down to the tip of his cock. “ Said …” I hollow out my mouth to suck on it, and swirl my tongue around the hardened tip, dragging my tongue along the thickened vein.
He lets out a low, husky groan as his fingers tangle in my hair at the nape of my neck. He pushes my head further down onto him—hitting the back of my throat with the tip.
Lines of drool seep around the edges of my swollen lips. I pull back a few inches, watching as the drool lines connect us between my mouth and his cock. Some of it drips down onto my breasts.
My favorite part.
“I’m going out tonight.” A cocky smirk perks up on my lips.
His original promiscuous expression mixes with bewilderment. “Since when do you go out?” He tilts his head, leaning down to pick me up into his arms.
I wrap my arms around his neck as I circle both of my legs around his body. The tip of his cock barely grazes my clit and the entrance of my soaking, wet pussy—I hold back my moan by biting my tongue.
“Since your sister’s forcing me to.” I lean in to kiss him on the lips. He grips my ass cheeks in both of his hands, pulls back, and shoves his hard cock deep inside of me— all the way.
“Mmm,” I moan against his lips, mostly because I wasn’t expecting him to do anything. He turns, slamming my back hard against the rough wall with a thud.
“You smell intoxicating, amore,” he whispers against the crook of my neck. His lips trail across my goose bumped skin, planting gentle kisses along my collarbone, sending shivers down my spine.
My hands slide up his back, and tangle in his messy, wavy brown hair. Twirling a few strands around my fingers, I tug.
Oh, do I tug.
He moans. I love the sound he’s making as his cock throbs inside of me as he glides me up and down.
Male whimpering—top tier.
“Yes, yes !” I squeal, biting down on my plump lip, hard enough to almost draw blood.
His cock throbs, swelling. “I want to fill you with my cum. Every single drop.” He groans.
“Is that a threat? I feel like you’re threatening me right now.” I release the grip I have on his hair, dragging my hands down his neck and dig my nails into the back of his shoulders while sliding them down.
I definitely left red marks. Mark that territory .
“Not a threat,” he says, “Not yet, at least.”
“Yet.” I scoff. I fucking love IUDs. He pulls out of me, resting the length of his cock, wet from my arousal, against the outside of my core, rubbing my clit ever so slightly. He’s leaving me breathless and yearning for more.
“You didn’t cum?” I sigh, throwing my head back against the wall. My long, tangled hair fans out behind me, dangling at my waist, brushing against his hands supporting me.
“No.”
I tilt my head, confused. My gaze remains locked on the way his pupils dilate as he ogles my bare breasts and face. “Why not? ”
“Because I am nowhere near done with you, amore. Get on your hands and knees. On the bed,” he commands. He places me down gently on the floor, and gives me a swift, stinging slap to the left ass cheek while I walk over to the bed five feet away.
I position myself on my elbows and knees, arching my back with my hands stretched out far. I spread my legs out wide enough for him to position himself behind me—at least that’s what I’m expecting him to do.
Instead, there’s a pop of a lid top and the cool sensation of liquid sliding across my… asshole ?
I inhale a sharp breath. “Giordano!”
“You can take it. Can’t you, amore?”
“Yes,” I whisper, squeezing my eyes shut.
“Good girl.” He hums as the pad of his thumb circles my tight ring. I gasp, unsure of what to make of this new sensation. Do I like it? His thumb slowly slides in my ass, fully coated with the lube.
“Ahh.” I bite down on the black silk sheets.
“That’s it,” he praises. When he pulls his thumb out, my pussy throbs.
I don’t entirely hate it.
“You’re doing so good for me,” his voice lowers, as he squirts more lube out. I inhale a sharp breath and arch my back toward him some more, my clit is throbbing for attention. He grips my ass and spreads it apart.
The cold metal plug slowly stretches out the tight ring of muscles, causing a slight stinging sensation. “Oh,” I groan. More drops of lube drip around the tight hole as he eases the plug further inside.
My nails dig into my palms hard. “Ah,” I hiss as the plug pops all the way in; the sudden intrusion not entirely unwelcome.
A deep growl comes from behind me as he smacks my ass hard, causing another stinging sensation as the plug moves inside of me. “You take it so well, amore. Now… how well will you take being double stuffed?”
My eyes round, a little scared, but mostly excited. “Double?”
His fingers grip my ass cheeks hard, digging in as he spreads my ass wide apart, causing my aching wet pussy to open for him. He spits on his fingers and slides them up and down from my clit to my entrance, which is clenching around nothing and begging to be filled. The tip of his cock lines up with my entrance, yet lingers a moment too long for my liking.
I thrust my hip upward, pushing the tip of his hard cock inside of me slightly—silently begging for more friction.
A satisfied hum rumbles deep within his chest. “ Behave .” He slides in with ease, filling me entirely. His cock and the plug together at the same time sends me close to the edge already.
“I’m so full…” I groan, digging my nails into my palms.
“I can feel the plug inside of you,” he whispers, pulling all the way out of me and then forcefully shoving his cock in, filling me entirely.
“Ah!” I squeeze my eyes shut, the fullness overwhelming me.
His fingers slide around the base of the plug and pull it out—only to be replaced by two of his fingers, stretching me out wide. He pulls out of my pussy, gliding the tip of his cock upward toward the tight ring of muscles, circling outside the rim.
A loud moan of pleasure rips through my throat at the sensation.
“You’re doing so well, my sweet girl.” Slowly, as if he’s being careful not to hurt me, he pushes all the way inside, deep enough that his balls hit against my clit.
His praises are like honey on the tongue.
Am I embarrassed? No. He’d never allow me to feel as much as that. This feeling is entirely different; one mixed from pain and pleasure. Weird, sure.
A cry breaks through my chest, and against my own will, one lone tear slips down my cheek .
“That’s right, cry for me. It only makes my cock harder,” he growls, pulling out of me an inch. The tight ring of muscles tightens against him as my pussy clenches, pulsating around nothing.
Wow .
“Fuck—it’s so much,” my voice wobbles. He reaches around, handing me the vibrator. I click it on the highest setting, place it on my clit and immediately melt into the bed. I lurch forward at the sudden influx of different sensations.
Like nothing I’ve ever experienced before.
I find myself swirling the vibrator around my clit, leaning more and more into his thrusts, and moaning out more so in pleasure than in pain as he fucks me faster.
“Shhh…” He reaches around, pinching one of my hardened nipples. “Let me feel you.” He thrusts in and out of me at a vigorous speed, the sounds of our bodies colliding, and our moans harmonizing fill the room. “I love how you choke my cock with your ass. I own all of you. All your holes. Your whole body.”
“Yes,” I moan out, arching my back into him.
“What’s your safe word, amore?”
“Green,” I pant out, squeezing my eyes shut—stars dance across my blurring vision as waves of pleasure rip through my body without warning. Fuck, I’m going to cum while he’s in my ass.
A first.
“Good.” He slaps my ass, hard. The stinging sensation alone is enough to send me over the edge.
He trails his fingers along the vertebrae of my spine, stopping when he reaches my neck. Then, he sinks his fingers deep, tangling them in my waves and pulls my head to the left. His eyes are glazed over, dark with a burning, fiery mix of passion and determination.
His husky voice commands, “Look at me while you get fucked. ”
Everything in my mind is telling me to look away, to close my eyes. But I can’t. I can’t peel my gaze away from him. I can’t help but comply with every single one of his orders.
“God, that feels so fucking good,” I whimper.
A deep groan comes from his chest as he picks up the speed of thrusts.
“I can’t—I—fuck. More, I need more,” I beg. Though, I’m not exactly sure how much more he can give me.
“I’m going to cum in your ass.”
My back slicks with sweat as I tilt my head upward toward the ceiling, yet he yanks it back to look him in the eyes again.
“Obey,” he growls.
My core throbs, inner walls clenching around nothing as I swirl the vibrator around my clit more, pressing it harder on the nerves. My shaking arm holds me up for support as he fucks my ass rigorously, the speed increasing as he continues to chase both of our climaxes.
“ Fuck ,” I rasp.
I’m going to cum all over him.
He leans in, his warm breath caresses my ear. The sensation from the vibrator combined with his thrusts finally sends me into another dimension. I’m done for.
Here’s my death.
A crackled moan rips through, scratching my throat as I lurch forward, yet the grip he has on me keeps me steady. Waves of pleasure, a different kind, one I’ve never experienced before from the two combined orgasms, hits me.
Three deep, final thrusts is all it takes for him to plunge himself deep inside of me with a loud roar. His moan is like music to my ears, causing my empty pussy to throb in envy.
Spurts of his cum fill my ass, and he releases my hair. I fall forward into the mattress panting, gasping for air as I click the vibrator off and toss it to the side. The soreness already begins to settle in while he pulls out .
The grip my tight ring of muscles has around the shaft of his cock causes a certain resistance as he pulls out of me. A mixture of both of our arousals drips down my thighs.
I exhale a large, extremely satisfied breath as I stretch my arms out above my head, arching my back once again.
Both of his hands fly down, smacking my sore butt. My lips part with a gasp, not expecting it. “Hey?”
He chuckles, “You took it so well, amore.” His hands slide down my thighs, gripping behind my knees. He flips me over, and trails his hands up the tops of my thighs. He leans in to kiss up my bare stomach, between my breasts, up my neck, and finally kissing the corners of my mouth.
I reach up and grip his hair in my hand, pulling his jaw to my lips and languorously drag the width of my tongue from the bottom of his scar all the way up the length of it, stopping just below his brow.
“I’ve always dreamt of doing that,” I whisper against his forehead.
“Interesting.” He hums, tucking a loose wave behind my chilled ear. “I’ve always dreamt of you.”
I find Giordano waiting for me at the bottom of the staircase; like the little prince he is.
“I’m going to burn this one, too,” he grumbles under his breath.
Did he think I didn’t hear him? Because I did . Sure, the dress is on the short side. I’m going clubbing. My ass is covered. For the most part. Not to mention, extremely sore.
My boobs look the best they ever have. It even accentuates my hourglass figure. Who knew these curves were under all those layers?
What’s not to love?
“Giordano…”
“Che? You’re gorgeous.” He kisses my forehead and gives me a hard smack on the ass. He holds my hand in his and says, “Give me a little twirl.” My cheeks heat as he spins me around in a circle. “Burning,” he growls, cupping my ass in the palms of his hands. His fingers trail the bottom hem of my dress and then quickly flip the dress effortlessly over my ass—exposing the white lace thong I’m wearing.
“ Hey !?” I glare at him as I pull the dress back down. Who does this sort of thing? I mumble under my breath, “Sei pazzo.”
“If I could easily do it, someone else can too.”
“I just bought this,” I whine.
“I don’t care. You can go out and buy more pretty things.”
I cross my arms over my chest and shoot him the bitchiest glare I manage to muster up. “I can wear what I want.”
“You certainly can, amore.” He kisses my nose. “I’m not telling you to take it off. I’m only going to burn it once you take it off, that's all.”
“Whatever. Enjoy your night.” I wink at him, placing my cross-body bag over my shoulder. I slide my heels on while holding onto his chest.
“Oh, I will, amore. Be safe.” He gently kisses the top of my head. He’s probably getting a mouthful of hairspray.
“You got it, capo!” I snort making a finger-gun shape with my hand while pointing it at him.
“I’m not a—I thought I said to stay off the internet.” He pinches his forehead between the brows. “Where are you going?”
“The Estrada.” I swallow the lump forming in my throat.
Yes , the sex club. No , we’re not going on that side of it tonight. The other half was a normal, typical nightclub. He’d understand, right? Probably not. Oh, well. Plans have been made. Not that I made said plans. But it’d be rude to back out of them now.
He glowers. Hell, there’s even a vein popping out on his forehead. Maybe, just maybe, I’ll be the cause of his first grey hair.
It’s a reward. A gold star— grey star.
“The—”
I cut him off quickly. “I know what you’re thinking, and no. We’ll be on the astonishingly public, super crowded with people, nightclub side. And Giulietta told me Kita has a bodyguard who’s going to be with us. Alexei… something .” I tap my chin.
“I know him, amore.” Of course he does. He knows everyone. “Call me if there’s any trouble, yeah?” He taps his cheek, signaling for a kiss.
“Got it.” I press my lips against his warm, chiseled jaw, right underneath the scar. “You’re the boss.”
“There you go.” He pats the top of my head.
A honk blasts from outside. “Cue sinister-killer music.” Giordano covers his face in pretend-fear. “ I’m kidding. The only thing she scares is credit card companies. Stay safe.”