Chapter 49: Look In The Mirror While I Fuck You

Chapter 49: Look In The Mirror While I Fuck You

Abigail

“I am going to fuck you.” Luciano said in a hushed voice.

When his finger pushed between my folds, I whimpered and my hands raised to his abs. Appreciating the feeling of his muscles, his fingers never entered me, only grazing over my clit without any pressure. This went on for about ten minutes and I was losing my patience.

“I thought you were going to fuck me?” I breathed, trying to buck my hips to urge him on. He chuckled, tilting his head.

“Oh, was I not clear? I mean, I will fuck you if you beg.”

He pinched my clit, making me let out a moan and my pussy was aching. I felt desperate to feel him inside me, watching his wet hair and body only made me even more needy. But I bit my tongue, not uttering a word. He looked down at me, still pressed against me.

“Are you not going to beg to he fucked, sugar plum? Don't you want me to make you feel good?” He whispered, leaning closer.

He slapped my clit, making me jolt and I tried to be strong so I shook my head. If I opened my mouth, it would only be pleading words.

“Hmm, then, I better be on my way.” He began backing away, I gave up. I grabbed his shoulder, pulling him closer.

“Please,” I breathed, his hands moving to squeeze my waist.

“What do you want, huh?” He said in a dark voice, his intense gaze made my pussy clenched together.

“Fuck me, Luciano.” He chuckled, his hand lifting to grab my jaw.

“I won't fuck you, angel. I will destroy you.”

I didn't mind his words, he lifted me up and my legs wrapped around his waist. Without warning, he shoved himself into me and made my eyebrows scrunched together. He started thrusting in and out with a rough force, my nails digging into his shoulders as I began moaning. He knew exactly how to fúck me.

“Fuck, yes. Please don't stop.” I whimpered.

He smiled and started fucking me harder than before. His hand wrapped around my throat while the other was under my thigh, holding me up.

“Do you like when I fuck you like this?”

“Y..yes.”

I felt every inch of him inside me, the sound of our wet skin roughly slapping together and filling the bathroom. He hit that perfect spot inside me over and over again, going deeper and deeper. My head tilted back and my moans got louder, his deep groans made me squeeze around him.

“Fuck,” he mumbled under his breath.

I already felt the first orgasm arriving and I sensed that it would be intense. His hand squeezed tighter around my throat, forcing me to make a strange sound. It made him go harder and I got even closer to the edge by the way he fucked me.

“You look so good when I fucked you, baby girl.”

My eyes closed, the pleasure completely taking over my body and all of a sudden, he pulled out of me. Before I could react, he had pulled me out of the shower and bent me over the sink, he leaned over, grabbing my jaw to meet his eyes in the mirror. His mouth lowered to my ears as he entered me again and immediately began pounding hard.

“I want you to look at yourself while I fuck you, Abigail.” He gritted in my ear.

I moaned when he hit my g-spot repeatedly and my hands tried to grab onto the edge of the sink.

“Look at yourself.” He chuckled behind me.

“Taking my dick like a filthy little whore.” I moaned at his words.

I looked at myself as he pounded into my pussy with deep thrusts, my wet hair was messy and makeup had been ruined. I looked like a fucking mess but the man inside me look like a straight up sex god. His wet hair was resting on his forehead and his lips ajar, letting out grunts and swear words. His muscles flexed majestically with every move he made.

“Cum for me, baby. Cum on my dick.” He grunted.

I felt myself being pushed over the edge and moaned loudly and he was still fucking me hard until he shot his seeds inside me. As we both came down from our high, he placed kisses on my back and shoulders. We stayed like that for at least ten minutes, just catching our breaths and when he met my eyes in the mirror, he smiled. I smiled back, I had never felt so euphoric.

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I was currently at my own house, pouring some food for the cat. My parents were still on that business trip for another week and I had to give the cat food every day which was why I had to leave Luciano for a couple of hours. I didn't mind spending time with him but days like these, where he worked a lot, I could just as well be at home and spend time with myself and the cat.

He practically attacked the bowl of food when I placed it back on the counter, making me laugh. I had been a little late today and it was empty when I arrived, poor cat. I checked the time on my phone, it was one in the afternoon, Luciano should be in a business meeting right now, not about mafia stuff. His actual business meeting. He had made two of his men stay with me but they were standing outside. I knew pretty much every one of his men's names even though they didn't talk much but when they did, they were always nice. So, it didn't really bother me that they were close at all times.

I had also gotten to know some of his partners other than Oliver and Dale, they all seemed to have a very cold and tough exterior when I first met them but when we got to talk, they were actually nice and rather soft. Luciano was happy about me going along with his men but he didn't like it when they get too close, he was like that with any man I talked to. He didn't seem jealous though, just protective. He was a very proud and powerful man, he had no reason to be jealous.

The sound of my phone buzzing made me jump and when I lifted it up, it was Jennifer's name displayed on the screen. I pressed the button and picked up the call.

“Hey, what's up?” I said, sitting down by the dinner table.

“Gosh, you are hard to get a hold of these days.” She sighed.

“What do you mean? I just answered.” I chuckled.

“I have been calling you for ten minutes now, anyways, there is a party at Mark's house tonight, are you coming?”

It has been a while since I had socialized with anyone other than Luciano and Jennifer. To be honest, I felt excited by the thought of going to the party, however, I doubt that Luciano would want me to go to a party. He had said something like, parties aren't safe. It is a great idea to get groped by teenage boys. He was right though.