Chapter 42: Rough Or Gentle?

Chapter 42: Rough Or Gentle?

Abigail

“Open,” Luciano commanded and my mouth opened, tasting his cum on my tongue. It tasted sweet just like I remembered.

“Such a good little slut for me.” He smirked.

His praising words gave me butterflies, he took my hand and led me to the stairs. A smile made its way to my lips when I realized what he had planned. Of course, he wouldn't fuck me just once. Right when we were at the top and about to enter my room, the doorbell rang, causing me to stop.

“Shit, the pizza guy.” I mumbled and his eyebrows raised.

“So, we can eat later.” He said and started pulling me into the room but I stopped again.

“I have to get the pizza and he will leave.” He sighed and took my jaw in his hold to bring my head closer.

“I will get something else to fill your mouth with, now get on the bed.” He smacked my ass and I gaped.

With a slight push, he made me sit on the mattress and walked closer to stand between my legs. His rough and dominant side always had a way to make my panties drip with needs and that is exactly what they did. He leaned down and his hands lifted me further up on the bed. While I was laying on the bed, my weight on my elbows, he crawled between my legs. His eyes were glued to his hands where he stroked my hips and waist.

“You look so fucking good in this dress, angel but I would rather have you all bare for me.”

He helped me out of it, now leaving me fully naked. He growled when he saw my hardening nipples, rubbing them between his fingers. He looked up at me, watching as I trembled beneath him and a whimper made its way out of me when his tongue grazed my breast. He hummed and to my disappointment, he lifted his head again and a smirk on his lips. Before I could react, he had flipped me over and made me lay flat on my stomach. I felt his breath right on my neck.

“Rough or gently?” He asked, giving me chills only by the sound of his dark voice and without a doubt, I responded.

“Rough,” I muttered and as soon as the word met his ear, he slapped my bare ass and made me whimper.

“That is my good girl.”

I heard him take off his shirt and soon his pants as well. His erection rested on my ass and I felt my pussy clenching in desperation. His lips kissed my neck and I moaned softly, my eyes fluttering close.

“Have my little angel missed being filled with daddy's dick?” He murmured into my ear while he slowly pushed between my folds.

“Yes, daddy.”

With a grunt, he rams inside me and his hand wrapped my hair around his fist, pulling my head up so he could nuzzle his face in my neck. The feeling of his nose gliding against the skin on my neck made me shiver. He shoved me into the bed with each hard thrust. He fucked me even better than I remembered and his aggression showing his anger about me trying to leave. My hands tried to take a hold of the sheets, griping anything I could get a hold of. Our erotic sound and skin slapped against skin filled my bedroom.

“Harder,” I pleaded.

His hand moved to intertwine our fingers and he moved his hips in a way that made my stomach turn. His dick hitting a spot inside me that made me cry out.

“That is right, take my fucking dick.” He growled.

His grunts vibrated right through my body and his dick slid in and out in an impeccable pace, hard and deep and making me cum over and over. Right before I felt another orgasm build up, he pulled out of me, making me whine from the loss of contact. He chuckled at my reaction and wrapped an arm around my waist to easily flip me on my back. His hair fell forward, some of it sticking to his forehead and the sweat on his muscular shoulder and perfectly shaped abs made him look like one Michelangelo's masterpiece and I lifted my hand to cup his cheek. Then it followed the outline of his strong jaw, down to his tattooed chest. He watched me intently, while entering me again. I inhaled sharply and my legs wrapped around his waist in an attempt to pull him closer and make him feel filled me deeper. I moved my hips in sync with him and he groaned, his eyes not moving away from my face and my other hand moved to his back, clawing and digging my nails in and marking his skin. It only urged him to move harder and faster, my head tilted back with a moan.

“Oh my goodness.” He mumbled, his husky voice traveled directly to my core.

I stared into his eyes and I squeezed around him. I watched as his jaw clenched, a growl erupting from his mouth and I didn't do it again, this time his hand moved to wrap around my throat.

“I swear to god, Abigail.” He warned.

But I was in a desperate need to feel him fill my pussy with his cum so I rotated my hips and squeezed around his dick again. He cum inside me with a groan, pushing me over the edge as well. Just watching his eyebrows furrow and his lips parting was enough to make me cum over and over for him. My eyes closed as the intense orgasm took over my body and my nails ripped into his skin and his name fell from my lips so naturally.

I didn't know how long we had been fucking but we were both exhausted from the intense sex and just laid side by side, panting. He turned to me and I met his eyes, he lifted his hand to cup my face.

“Say that you are mine, sugar plum.” I smile and put a hand over his.

“Yes, daddy. I am only yours.” I breathed.

“Abum nke gi. (I am yours?).” I added and his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
I had never spoken in foreign language with him before but my mother spoke it quite often so I knew it even though we rarely spoke it.

“You speak another language?” He smirked.

“And I thought you couldn't get any sexier.” He said and I chuckled.

“Oh, really? Maybe I should speak it more often.” His thumb moved to my lips, grazing across my bottom lip.

“I will take you again if you keep talking, angel.” he said and I felt myself getting aroused all over again. With a tiny smirk coating my lips and a hushed tone, I murmured.

“I dare you to.”

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As soon as we both had woken up, he had to go back to his house to deal with the Black Lotus Mafia members he still captured in his basement. And of course, I went with him, not wanting to be away from him again. I don't want to be anywhere that is not around him.