Chapter 79: Let Me Hear, You Moan For Me

Chapter 79: Let Me Hear You, Moan For Me

Abigail

The next day, I was picked up by Luciano to go with him to his house. It was already noon and the whole day, I had spoken to him on the phone. We had talked about what happened at the bathroom, what Micheal said and I didn't think he would but Luciano took his threats seriously. I wasn't sure if that was because they were directed at me or that he feared Micheal had actually gone to extreme lengths to get revenge. We still don't know if what he had said was true but neither of us wanted to take that risk.

We had already parked in front of his house and were on our way inside. He held one arm around my waist and the comforting warmth radiated off his body. When we walked in, I turned to him when he stopped by the door. He has his hands in his pocket while looking down at me. I took a step forward and raised my hands to let them stroke his chest.

“What do we do now?” I asked, he moved his hand to my waist where he squeezed gently.

“We kill him, it shouldn't be too hard and I bet no one would come looking for him.” He said it so distantly as if it wasn't even a person he spoke about but a thing.

I couldn't judge him for that, not even I looked at Micheal like a human anymore. The liveliness inside him had been replaced with something dark and murderous. I nodded at him.

“I want to come with you.” I said, sure of my words. He let out a light chuckle and leaned closer until his lips were by the side of my head.

“You want to pull the trigger as well?” His low voice uttered in my ear.

“Maybe I will,” I said back, feeling his lips graze across the skin on my neck.

Luciano and I hadn't had sex for a week, on account of my sudden menstruation. Sure I had pleased him which I enjoyed doing but it wasn't the same. I wanted, actually needed him inside me. He pulled back to meet my gaze and his hand on my waist moved to slide across my cheeks. It moved further down to wrap around my throat, he tilted my head up and I watched as a cocky smirk made its way onto his face.

“Your body is over sensitive, angle. Only one breath of air is getting you all riled up.” He said, his deep voice traveling directly to my lower regions.

“Maybe because we haven't fucked in what feel like ages.” I said back, he hummed, studying every feature of my face.

“If you want my dick so bad, then show me.”

The wetness between my legs increased with each passing second. At this point, I was willing to do anything for him. I dropped my hands to his belt and fiddled with it until I had succeeded in zipping down his pants.

“Please, fuck me, Luciano.” I breathed slowly.

I still held our intense stare while my hand went inside the hem of his pants and stroked his clothed bulge. His lips parted a tiny bit, showing me that my hand touched all the right places.

“I want you to fúck me until I can't even remember my own name.” I muttered, hovering right above his lips.

“Keep begging, my angel.” He said.

His big dick was hardening beneath my palm and his soft grunts increased my own arousal. I gripped his other hand and guided it under my skirt and up my inner thigh, until it was where I needed it the most. My teeth nibbled on my lips when I moved his hand back and forth against my center. Light moans escaped my mouth and I knew he was so close to losing it. He began to rub me by himself and my lips parted to let out heavy breaths.

“You are always so wet in my presence, always ready to be filled with dick.”

I stood up on my toes and my lips met his in a passionate kiss. He immediately answered and it got more aggressive, all the built up emotions were desperately seeking attention. He pushed his body closer to mine and I backed up until I hit the wall behind me. His hand was still gripping tightly around my throat, yet gently enough to not hurt me. He quickly lifted my shirt over my head and went directly to my skirt and I was now in nothing but my underwear. While his mouth found my neck, I took off his shirt and my hands immediately stroked his tattooed chest. He lifted me up and my legs wrapped around his waist, my head tilted back when I felt his teeth against the skin on my shoulder and suddenly I felt the tip of his fingers against my entrance. He pinched my sensitive clit and my eyes shot open, only to see him already watching my face intently.

“You are literally dripping in need, just like a horny little slut.” He uttered, his fingers gathering up the wetness.

“Just fuck me,” I pleaded, I was too sexually frustrated for some long ass foreplay. All I wanted was for him to destroy my pussy.

“You will not let out a sound until I allow you, so shut the fúck up.” He snapped back, his dominant tone made me obey him.

When I stayed silent, he slowly pushed himself between my folds. The feeling of his díck entering me was heavenly, it was almost impossible for me to not let out sounds of pleasure. I had to bite my tongue to hold back. My brows knitted together once he was fully inside me and I looked into his eyes while listening to his grunts and groans. One of my hands was on his chest and the other clutching onto his shoulder.

“Fuck,” he swore under his breath.

When he began moving in and out, his hand on my waist painfully squeezed and I let out a whimper loud enough to meet his ear.

“Didn't I tell you to be quiet?” He said, Haitian his movement.

“I am sorry, please don't stop.” I whined, clear desperation in my voice.

“Will you keep your mouth shut?” He asked and I nodded.

He began moving again, his jaw clenched while he pounded into me, increasing the force with each thrust. My teeth bit into my lip hard enough for it to draw blood. His hand around my throat moved up to stop the movement and instead replaced it with his hand on my mouth. I still stayed silent, afraid he would actually go through with what he said. I spread my legs wider, wanting to take him deeper. His grunted got louder the harder he fucked me and it felt like my eye was rolling back in my head.

All of a sudden, he moved his hand to my throat again which caused my eyes to open and meet his.They were darkened with lust.

“Let me hear you, moan for me.” He commanded and I obeyed immediately, letting my sound of pleasure out.