Chapter 88: You Make Me So Weak

Chapter 88: You Make Me So Weak

Abigail

“That sounds like a perfect ending to this evening, my angel. But if you keep talking like that, my self control will vanish into the thin air.” He muttered, a strain in his deep voice.

My eyes dropped to his lips, before meeting his dark gaze again, I chuckled and took my hand back, straightening up in my seat as if nothing had happened under the table.

“I love it when you lose your self control, Daddy.” I whispered, I turned my head, meeting his eyes with a teasing smirk.

“You have a very dangerous tongue.” He said, forcing his gaze forward. Not one person at the table had heard our exchange of words, if they had, they hid it.

“I can say the same to you.” I utter, lowering my eyes to his visible bulge.

The thought about how he would fuck me when we got back home filled my mind, causing my arousal to grow with the second unless I wanted to have sex with him right here in front of all these people. I had to ignore it for now.

After having too many beverage, I had to go to the bathroom. I excused myself and left the room, Mia had told me that it was right around the corner, not far from the dinning hall and I found it easily. I did my business and washed my hands, and exited the bathroom.

Right when I was about to round the corner to enter the hall again, I was shoved against the wall from behind and the person's cologne made it obvious who it was.

“It seems like someone is a little tense.”I breathed.

He was holding my arms behind my back, robbing me of having any sort of control. His body pushed me flat against the wall and his tall frame made sure I couldn't break free.

“Why don't you fix what you caused, angel?” Luciano uttered in a dark tone into my ear. His hard on was pressed against my back, showing me what I had done to him with only a simple gesture.

“Did I make you that hard?” I grinned, proud of myself.

“Yes, and you are going to fix it.” He gritted, turning me around aggressively.

He was quick to push me up against the wall again but this time with the big hand wrapped around my throat. He forced my head no, meeting his eyes. His hand traveled up my inner thigh.

“You should have known better than to not wear any underwear.” He said, the muscle in his jaw flexing.

“I thought it would be more fun not to. It is, isn't it?” I said back with a grin.

He moved his hand to cup my cheek, this thumb rubbing my lower lip as his eyes held our intense gaze.

“You make me so weak, Abigail. It takes everything I have to not fuck you every second of every day.” He said, his breath fanning my face.

“But now, I want to devour that pretty cunt of yours until everyone in that room knows who it belongs to.”

His fingers had begun to rub the sensitive spot between my thighs and I knew that my arousal was coating his fingers and knuckles. Every nerve, every centimeters of my body craved to be underneath his fingertips, his mouth and to feel his skin. I no longer cared about the fact that there was a room full of people on the other side of the wall. I crashed my lips on his and he quickly responded. My hands ripped open his belt and pants, throwing them on the floor. He grabbed my ass to lift me up and my arms and legs wrapped around him, pulling him as close as possible. The kiss was aggressive and when his tongue grazed over my lips, I opened for him, kissing him deeper.

I bit his lip, causing him to groan and his hands moved up my dress to make my naked center available for him to enter. I gasped when I felt the tip of his dick pushing through my folds. We broke the kiss to watch each other as he entered me in a fast thrust. Our breathing picked up when he fucked me with rougher force. I couldn't keep in the sound of pleasure as his dick invaded my dripping pussy, giving me immense pleasure with each pound.

“Shhh, you have to be quiet for me, baby.” He said in a deep tone, breathing heavily.

“If you are going to fúck me like this, I have no choice.” I muttered.

He chuckled and attacked my lips again, my hand moved to his hair, snaking through it and tugging as he fucked me harder. He couldn't even hold in his own erotic sounds and I am sure everyone in the whole mansion heard our groans and moans. There wasn't only lust and desperation in the way he fucked me, there was love and emotion. We were clutching onto each other as if someone was trying to rip us apart. His hands were wrapped around my waist and under my ass while mine was gripping onto his shoulders and the back of his neck.

I felt myself near the edge and couldn't even respond to the kiss. I tilted my head back and closed my eyes as he watched me being pushed over the edge. We cum at the same time, his name falling from my lips just as mine was from his.

After all our time together, I still couldn't wrapped my head around how good he fucked me, how our body melted together as one. The orgasm was intense and it ripped through my body as he continued filling me with his sperm. I felt it paint my inside until he stilled inside me. After getting down from my high, I looked back at him, admiring the way his dark locks stuck to his sweaty forehead. His parted lips that let out heavy breaths, his dark eyes that I felt myself get trapped in each time I looked at them. And we both just smiled, he leaned forward, resting his forehead against mine.

“I love you so fucking much, only you. Ever and always.” He said in a heavy breath, I chuckled and nodded.

“Ever and always.”