Chapter 20 #2
Her eyes melted into mine, sirening me to lower my head again. I wrapped my arms around her thighs again, pulling her close as I pressed my face between her legs. Her head fell back with a dreamy sigh that only made me more feral.
My tongue licked everywhere she would let me, cleaning up her sweet wetness I couldn’t get enough of. Pushing my tongue inside her again, I stroked as deep as I could and up to her magic spot.
Francesca moaned, lifting and circling her hips, showing me what she really wanted.
Pulling away, I moved higher, breathing right against her sensitive clit.
“Ask me nicely, Donna.”
Our eyes met for an intense minute before she bit her lip tentatively.
“Please, Daddy.”
My hand circled her tummy. “Good. Now tell me what you want.”
“Make me come.”
I tsked. “More specific.”
“Please rub my clit and make me come, Daddy.”
“Very, very good, Mrs Di’Ablo…”
Pushing my tongue inside her, I brought the hand from her tummy to her pussy, pinching and rolling her clit between my fingers.
“Oh, my God. Yes.”
When Francesca started to come, I pulled back from her entrance and went lower, circling her tight ass with his tongue, hand still rubbing her clit
She shuddered, whimpering as she came all over my face.
“Three!”
Out of overstimulation, she reached for my hand working her clit to stop me. Slapping her hands away with my other hand, I held them down, pressed to her stomach.
I rubbed her clit faster and harder, forcing her to ride it out. Letting go of her hands and giving her a look that ensured she wouldn’t try that again, she fisted the sheets instead.
Moving up the mattress, I brought my hand to her pussy and slowly pushed two fingers inside of her tight, wet entrance. Francesca bit her lip, a desperate groan not making it out of her throat. Starting to finger-fuck her, I matched the pace by circling her clit with the same hand’s thumb.
Her mouth fell open as she tightened around my fingers’ girth. I growled in response, moving my hand hard and fast. High pitched, soft screams escaped my new wife, one after the other.
“That’s it. Let it out, baby.”
When I pressed my thumb down on her clit, her hands came up, digging into the sides of my body. Then, she held my eye contact as she came; soaking my fingers and cutting flashes across the sides of my abdomen. I didn’t stop until she was shaking.
“Four…” Francesca barely managed to get out.
Finally, I let off, letting her fall back on the bed.
Taking my hand off her clit, but not pulling out, I climbed over her, my muscles flexing with every move. Her eyes followed me until our mouths met on instinct.
My tongue battled with hers, stroking and rolling until I dominated the kiss and she let me kiss her until we both couldn’t breathe anymore. Then, we were kissing again and talking in the small pauses, against each other’s lips.
“Four orgasms… We’re almost half way there, baby.”
“Oh, my God…”
My free hand wrapped around her throat, holding her close. “What do you say, Donna?”
“Thank you, Daddy…”
“That’s right. You’re welcome, mi amor. You’ve been such a good girl for me.”
Another kiss that made me weak for her; lost in the way she felt against my body.
“How are you doing with all of this? Everything okay for you?”
“Perfect,” Francesca whispered back in a kiss, holding my face in her hands.
A deep growl rumbled in my chest as I started stroking my thick fingers inside her again. My other hand left her throat, fisting her hair and pulling her as fucking close as I could.
“You like getting finger-fucked by your Capo, Donna?” I snarled.
“Sì, mio Capo,” Francesca growled back, equally hungry, hands on either side of my face.
“Fuck. Talk dirty in Italian to me.”
“Mi stai facendo impazzire.”
“Fuck… More.”
“Amo il modo in cui ti senti.”
“Mhm…”
“Non ne ho mai abbastanza!”
“Goddamn…” I groaned loud, my hard cock aching for release, but wanting hers more. “Come for your Capo, Donna.”
Francesca’s moans turned to screams when I arched my fingers up, making me slam my mouth to hers in order to keep us quiet. I helped her ride it out, our faces close, our lips pressed together, my tongue taking every sound of pleasure from her.
When we pulled away and I nuzzled my face into the crook of her neck, her fingers brushed through my hair, holding onto me anywhere she could. “Five…”
Turning my face towards her, I leaned in and nipped her ear, earning a shiver. “How about you take charge now, Donna?”
She smirked. “Okay.”
Wrapping my arms around her waist, I rolled onto my back and took her with me. With my body slumped back into the mattress, and this gorgeous woman sitting on my lap with her perfect tits pushed in my face – I was on cloud nine.
My hands settled on her hips, blood pumping through my body in anticipation of what she was going to do to me.
“You’re goddamn breathtaking, you know that?”
She bit her bottom lip and rolled into me instinctively, pressing her wet cunt down on my painfully hard cock. We both groaned at the intimate contact.
When I felt the head of his cock, hot and smooth, rub against my center, I grinded into him without thinking. But then, it’d felt so good, I did it again. And then, I couldn’t stop myself.
I watched the muscles in Matteo’s jaw click with tension. It should’ve scared me; seeing how much he was holding back. But it only had the opposite effect. It only made me pull him closer. Press myself harder against him. Want him even more.
My hands held onto his neck as I pressed my breasts to his muscular chest, grinding into his lap.
I rolled my hips harder into Matteo, gasping when I felt his tip slip half-way in – only an inch. But I wanted more.
It was then, he fisted my hair and pulled hard, until we were inches apart and I was looking up at him, dizzy, with my mouth open.
“As much as I want to feel your pussy open up for my cock… To feel you take me as deep as you can… To feel every goddamn moment of you break apart around me…” He took a deep breath to ground himself. “I want you to take a moment and remember who I am. And where we are. What we’re about to do.”
I suddenly blinked in awareness, feeling my cheeks heat.
“Do you want to slow down, baby?”
“Yes.”
“That’s okay, princesa. You want to stop?”
I bit my bottom lip. “No…”
He raised a brow. “No?”
“Just… Not that.”
He nodded slowly, understanding me. “Alright. You want me back on top, or are you okay here?”
“I’m okay.”
I bit my lip again before leaning in and pressing my mouth to his with a needy groan. He met me with equal desire, if not more, as I slid my manicured hands down his abs and lightly brushed over his hard length.
“Francesca.”
“Yes?”
“You’re killing me over here,” He murmured into the kiss.
“Then let me help you relax…”
“You don’t have to, baby.”
“But… It’s okay if I do?”
“You don’t ever need my permission to touch me. I just wanted tonight to be all about you.”
I smirked and bit his bottom lip. “This is for me.”
Matteo gave in after that, grabbing me as he moved higher up the bed to get more comfortable. Still sitting on his lap, I watched him lean back against the cushion headboard and throw his arms around the back of it.
Lowering my eyes to his rock-hard cock, I finally got to wrap my hands around it. Just feeling him in my hands – the weight and size of it – made me want to feel him inside me.
I stroked him tentatively, not unsure of what I was doing, but more nervous whether I was doing it right. I ran my manicured fingers all over his length and head – almost in a trance. I couldn’t stop touching him if I wanted to.
Matteo brough my attention back to his face when he dropped his head back with a deep groan. “Fuck.”
Feeling my hands get warm, I glanced back down to see the cum pumping out of him over and over. I guessed it made sense since I was the only one who came in the past hour. My cheeks flushed as my eyes altered between his face and cock, somehow needing to see everything I was doing to him.
There was a part of me that wanted to lean down and lick him clean, but I wasn’t gone enough to do that with him yet.
Matteo’s hands came down to my ass, fingers digging into my skin as he finished coming.
I kept going. Doing to him what he’d done to me earlier.
But the more I stroked at worked at him, the quicker I realized… two hands wasn’t enough.
“Fuck.”
“Something wrong, Donna?”
“No, just… My God, you’re big.”
A breath of amusement. “Yeah?”
“Really big.”
“Hmm… You like that?”
“Yes…”
“You like stroking it, don’t you?”
“I do.”
“Dirty fucking girl…”
A moan escaped me, hands tightening around him.
He groaned deep. “That’s my girl. Such a good wife, taking care of her husband’s cock after a long day of fucking edging him.”
“I did no such thing.”
“Sure you did. Looking so goddamn beautiful in your dress. Giving me those eyes. Kissing me back at the altar. Had me rock hard the entire night. Not even going to mention the last hour with my face all in your pussy…”
My cheeks flushed.
“Come closer, baby. That’s it… Sit on my thigh and lean in so I can kiss you.”
Matteo’s hands went into my hair on either side of my head; fisting at my scalp and holding me in place so he could kiss me deep. Still leaned back against the headboard, he now had me on my knees, leaning over his body and up at him where he had me in place by the hair.
He groaned when my wetness dripped down my thigh and onto his. I grinded into him, needing something to .
“Feels good, don’t it?”
“Mmm.”
“You like that pressure against your pussy, princesa?”
I moaned in his mouth in agreement.
“Makes you want to come, hm?”
I moaned again, more excited this time.
Matteo chuckled at my need; both hands still fisted in my hair.
“Rub that sweet, wet, little pussy on me and make yourself come. Don’t forget about my cock.”
I grinded into him faster and jerked him faster too with one hand; the other holding onto his chest for support.
Before I knew it, my body rocked with another orgasm. “Seven!”
Matteo came with me, his cum shooting out on my stomach, thighs and tits. His face morphed into a sexy frown as he orgasmed, one similar to that of a Greek sex God.
I could feel it trailing down my skin and… It just wasn’t enough. Pulling away from the kiss, I laid flat down on my stomach and took his still-hard cock into my mouth.
“For fuck sake, Francesca…”
Matteo groaned deep, not expecting that from me, but obviously in much need of it by the way his fists gripped my hair tighter. He still allowed me to explore him, though, taking pleasure in the way I moaned around his girth as I bobbed my head up and down his dick, not able to get enough.
“Goddamn… You’re so fucking hot. Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
When he couldn’t take it anymore, he readjusted his grip on my hair and pulled me down, making me deepthroat.
“Fucking hell.” Three more pumps and I felt his cum shoot down my throat. “That’s it, baby. Every last drop. Be a good girl. Swallow it for Daddy.”
I moaned back with his cock still in my mouth, my hands reaching for the defined ridges in his eight-pack as my throat bobbed with every swallow.
Gasping for air, I pulled him out of my filled mouth. Matteo’s hand gripped my chin, inching me up towards him.
“Swallow.”
I swallowed the rest of his cum, earning a soft, yet heavy kiss when he pressed his lips to mine.
“Very good, wife.”
I didn’t object when he leaned over me and pushed me back into the mattress, climbing over me and stroking his hard cock against my pulsing clit – making me come again and again, until I reached my tenth orgasm of the night, with him between my legs, and was long past delirious.
“Who’s your Daddy?” He groaned against my lips.
“You are, baby.”
“Who’s pussy is this?”
“Yours. Matteo’s.”
He groaned in appreciation, deep and masculine.
“Who owns this gorgeous pussy, Francesca?”
“You own me, Capo. I’m yours to do whatever you want with.”