Chapter 60: Fill Me With Your Cum

Chapter 60: Fill Me With Your Cum

Abigail

I waited for a few minutes before resting my head back on the edge of the tub. I heard the sound of the door open and shoes that stepped closer.

“I thought I would find you here.” Luciano said and I tilted my head back up, smiling up at him as he stood opposite me by the edge.

He was still wearing his button-up shirt and dress pants. His handsome features made it hard for me not to jump him at that moment and part of his hair was resting on his forehead.

“You want to join me?” I asked, he smiled and I watched as his eyes dropped to my almost chest and his jaw clenched.

“You are naked?” he muttered and my eyes moved across his muscled body.

“Yes, I am.” I said in a soft tone.

He hummed and to my surprise he started undressing. I watched him intently as he took off his shirt, his pants, his shoes and lastly his boxers. The sight of his huge dick made my pussy clenched, it has been days since I had him inside me and fuck, I craved so badly.

“A picture will last longer.” He teased me.

I looked away and saw from the corner of my eyes that he sat down into the tub, opposite from me. The water didn't even reach his chest, he exhaled deeply and lifted his arms to rest on the edge behind his body, his muscles flexing without him even trying. We chatted for a moment and the longer I watched him just sitting there talking, the hotter I grew. The light cast a shadow on his jaw, his cheekbones and his sculpted body. And the fact that we were both naked made it even harder to resist him.

After talking for almost thirty minutes, we stayed quiet for some time, just looking at each other. Suddenly he leaned forward, his fingers touching my thighs slightly and his eyes were set on mine, I felt like he was staring into my soul. His touch gave me butterflies and his intense gaze made me tense. He just stares at me as if studying every feature on my face. And when his hand lightly grazed over my pussy, I swallowed a whimper.

“I bet you are so wet for me right now, so desperate to be filled with my dick.” He breathed quietly.

I looked down at his lips as his tongue darted out to wet them, his jaw clenched and I heard a dark growl erupted from his chest.

“Fuck it.” I gasped as he attacked my lips and my eyes automatically closed.

He was pushed up against me, his arms caging me against the side of the tub. His hand was still between my legs and I spread them wider. My nipples grazed against his bare chest, the fraction making them harden and my pussy clenched when his lips moved to my neck. He nipped at my sensitive spot and my head tilted back as I let out a low moan.

“Gosh, I have wanted to fúck you for so long.”

He lifted his head and wrapped his big hands around my throat as he looked down at me. I felt the tip of his erection between my folds and in one swift motion, he shoved himself into me with a grunt. My back arched and my walls immediately squeezed around him.

“Holy shít, you feel so good, baby girl.” He groaned.

He began thrusting harder and harder, making my moans louder. His hand squeezed the sides of my throat, adding more pressure.

“Yes, fuck…don't stop.” I whimpered.

He swore under his breath as he picked up the pace, the water started spilling out of the tub but neither of us could care less about the mess we made. He fucked me hard and aggressively, giving me both pain and pleasure. I thought I would have gotten used to his size but it seemed like he was stretching me out all over again. My eyebrows furrowed together and he watched me intently.

“Please,” I whimpered.

“Shhhh, take it like the good girl you are.” He groaned.

My eyes closed when I felt the familiar knot in my stomach build up and he closed his eyes as well.

“Such A filthy little slut, letting me stretch you like this.” He growled, fucking me even harder than before. I squeezed around him and my nails dug into his back which was my surely leaving mark.

“Fúck, I am going to cum.” He mumbled.

“Yes, cum inside me please.” He grunted at my words, moans slipping out of his lips.

“Fill me with your cum.” I pleaded.

We orgasmed at the same time, my head tilting back as the orgasm ripped through me. I moaned his name as I felt his cum shoot inside me. I hadn't orgasmed in days, he didn't even allow me to touch myself which I stupidly enough had agreed on. He grunt deeply as the last drop filled me, my eyes were still closed as I was still coming down from my high. His hand grabbed my jaw and I felt his lips kiss my neck, making my head roll back to rest on the edge.

“Fuck, this is the last time we play that ridiculous game.” He said and I chuckled.

“It was your idea.” I tilted my head back to look up at him.

“It was a fucking mistake.” He smiled, pulling my face close to peck my lips.

“I agree,” I mumbled.

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It has been two days here and it has been amazing. Luciano and I had been out in the city, he knew the city like the palm of his hand and had shown me the best restaurants, cafes, the beautiful buildings and so on. There were a lot of tourists around and we avoided crowded places because of safety as he had said.

Tonight, we were going to one of his restaurants which I was really excited about. I sometimes forget that I am dating someone so rich and successful even though I am in his huge mansion pretty much every day. I had just woken up and was changing out of my sleep clothes before walking towards the smell of breakfast. The first thing I was when I walked into the kitchen was his bare back. I watched as his muscles flexed while he cooked and stepped closer to put my arms around his waist. He tensed up a bit before relaxing against my front.

“Don't sneak up on me like that.” I chuckled and placed a kiss on his shoulder, having to stand up on my toes to do so.

“I am sorry, good morning.” he turned to me and pulled my face closer by grabbing my jaw, kissing my lips.

“Good morning, angel.”

“I love it when you call me that.” He chuckled and put his arms around my small frame.

“You like the pet names I gave you, huh?” I nodded.

“I like them,” I smiled, pecking his lips.

We started eating the food he had made when it was done, I helped him with what I could, the pancakes for example and the rest was already done. I found it kind of sweet that he liked to cook so often and especially that he was good at it.

I am sorry mother but I think my man might beat your cooking.