Chapter 32: Please, Let Me Cum

Chapter 32: Please, Let Me Cum

Abigail

My moans got louder and I felt the familiar knot in my stomach starting to settle again. He grunted above me and it turned me on even more. His hand was on my chest, pushing me down on the kitchen counter as he rammed into me hard.

“I am going to cum, Luciano.” I whined, my head tilting back.

“Do it, be a good girl and cum for me, angel.”

My orgasm exploded through my body, it was so intense and my back arched. With a deep moan, he cum inside me and the feeling of his warm sperm coating my walls was enough to make me wet again even though I was exhausted. I knew the guards was in the next room but he didn't seem to give a fuck.

“Fuck,” he grunted, I felt him pulling me up into a sitting position and he kissed me.

“Turn around,” his deep voice sent chills down my spine and I obeyed.

I glided down from the counter and bent over, my hands flat on the surface. His hand started palming my ass and all of a sudden, he slapped it. I yelped and he grunted and then gave me two more slaps. My eyebrows scrunched together, I loved how rough he was and the pain gave me immense pleasure and soon my whimpers turned into moans.

“You like when I spank you?” He asked behind me.

“Yes,” he slapped me harder again and I jolted forward.

“Yes, what?” He said, his hand taking a grip around my hair.

“Yes, daddy.” I mumbled.

“Good girl.”

His fingers began rubbing my clit, spreading the wetness. I bit my lip to hold back a whimper. My hips started to buck against his hand and he chuckled darkly.

“Pushing back against my fingers already? I see, so pathetic.”

He slapped my ass and I whimpered, my pussy was soaked. He did it again and a tiny smirk played at my lips, I decided to irritate him a little because he was fucked me the best when I did so.

“Is that all you can do?” I whispered.

His movement slowed down and he stopped entirely. He yanked my head back, my eyes automatically closing.

“What did you just say?” He growled in a low tone but the vibration from his chest made its way through my body.

“I hope you can do better than that.” I breathed and he hummed

He let go of my hair with a slight push and I got nervous by his silence. I had no idea what he had planned and when I turned around, he had put on his towel again, showing off his v-line and perfectly shaped muscles. He towered above me, his eyes were dark and I couldn't read his expression.

“Come.” He whispered.

He didn't give me a chance to disobey as he took a hold of my arm and led me towards his bedroom. When we got in, he closed the door before turning to me. His jaw was clenched and he pushed me down on the bed into a sitting position. He took a chair, two meters away from me and sat down and I became even more confused.

“Take off your clothes.” He ordered deeply.

He was sitting with his legs wide, giving off a dominant vibe and his arms folded and my thighs clenched together at the sight. I did what he had commanded, stooped up and took everything off until I was only in my underwear. I slowly took them off, standing completely bare in front of him and then I sat down on the bed again, waiting for his next order. I was extremely aroused, just watching him and letting him dominate me.

“Touch yourself.” He muttered and his face was expressionless. My eyes widened and I swallowed hard.

“W.. what?”

“Did I stutter, do as you were told.” He looked at me with a daring look.

His demanding tone made my pussy ache, I had never touched myself in front of anyone before but I wanted to obey him. The thought of him watching me turned me on even more. He watched me intently as I moved back on the bed to plant my feet on it. I widened my legs and heard an animalistic growl from his throat. My hand started touching my stomach, going down to my pussy and his jaw clenched. When my fingers went by my folds, I felt how soaked I was because of him. I started rubbing my clit in front of him, his eyes still on mine and the intense eye contact made me whimper. My fingers lowered and I teased myself before I slipped one inside me. My mouth opened and my eyebrows furrowed.

“That is right, so fucking desperate. Do you want me to touch you instead?” His voice was low.

“Yes,” I whined and my hand slowed down, thinking he would do it.

“Did I say you should stop?”

I shook my head while adding another finger, my back arched and u started moaning softly.

“Look at you, fucking yourself in front of me.” He chuckled.

I noticed his growing bulge but he didn't show any signs of taking care of it. I wanted him to, I tilted my head back and my mouth ajar, letting out moans as my fingers picked up the pace.

“Daddy,” I moaned.

I heard him grunt and smiled internally but when I looked up, he still controlled himself. I added a third finger, whimpering when I moved them in and out, my thumb started rubbing my clit and my hips bucked. I heard him swear under his breath. My orgasm was close and I moaned louder, arching my back. Just as u were on the edge, he interrupted me by taking my wrist away. I hadn't even noticed that he got up and I gasped, surprised by his sudden touch.

“Did I say you could fucking cum?” He gritted out and I gulped.

“No,”

“Turn around, hands and knees on the bed.” I turned around and did what he said and I felt his hands on my waist. He slapped my ass and grabbed a fist full of my hair harshly and I whined.

“Isn't this what you wanted? For me to treat you like a brat?”

“Yes, daddy.”

With a grunt, he entered me and started pounding with aggressive thrusts. I whimpered and my hands grabbed the sheet,, he didn't hold back, not one bit and I loved it.
He knew exactly what to do, how to do it and I had never felt such pleasure in my life.

“That is right, milk my fucking dick, slut.” I moaned at his words, the pleasure was too much.

“Please, let me cum.” I begged, he chuckled in my ear and still grip my waist hardly.

“You think you deserve that, for being such a tease?”

He rammed into me harder and I felt myself being pushed over the edge until he slowed down.

“Please, daddy. Let me cum for you.” I said in a desperate tone, he didn't respond. He only grunted.

I was close again, only for him to slow yet again and I whined.