...... a step towards discord.

Vincenzo

When the elevator bell rings and the metallic doors open to the corridor with motion sensor, lighting up at the same moment I step outside the box, I feel my heart beating wildly and the shiver on my skin taking shape.
The pleasure of knowing Giulia's reality now doesn't interfere at all with the desire I feel, I walk to the only door on the floor, opening it with the magnetic card, I enter the enormous room without noticing anything, I rush to open the door of the enormous suite with my hands. open balcony doors and the shadow of the strong body without the suit leaning on it as it looks out across the city is enough to disarm thoughts of the house of horrors that Giovanni traps me in.
His back is tense and I know he feels my presence, the executor has a cruel reputation in the organization, I admire the beauty of the muscles illuminated by the light of the full moon the slow music with rhythmic beats draws my attention to the speakers, I approach from the bed and her body turns towards me I want to read any measly thought that might be going through her head. I'm fascinated by his clean, quick, determined movements until I lose my breath when I feel his hand on the back of my neck.
I'm paralyzed, exhaling hard for the desire to feel the fleshy lips that open in an evil smile making my legs shake.
No kisses Vincenzo.
Because? - I ask frustrated.
If I kiss you, you won't be able to hide it anymore.
I gulp down the challenge, desperate to taste it.
You do not know
Oh I know yes ..- he whispers with his mouth getting closer.
Locking my thoughts until heat invades the skin of my neck and the touch breaks down all my barriers, the feelings exploding in my chest as strong hands begin to pull the suit pieces away.
The unreadable dark eyes baring my soul in seconds as the strong skin sticks against mine, I shudder feeling the stiffness against the thigh with little difference in height, he is even taller and the power exudes from the man pulling my hair at the back of my neck .
I find I'm a submissive happy to let him tame, trapping my hands behind his back away from the touch of his skin, undoing the buttons of his dress shirt with perverse slowness.
Within minutes I'm naked and moaning with the desire to be lust-fed by the man in front of me.
On your knees.
It's not a request, it's an order with no room for argument I release my fists taking a step back, I kneel almost immediately loving the curve of the smile that forms at the corner of her mouth, her body getting bigger from this vantage point and the dark hair that go down through the abdomen like a sin.
He advances slowly captivating all attention in the breathing movement that displays each of the marked muscles of the skin full of new and old scars, being drawn to the scar that marks the bone of his hip hiding in the dress pants. His fingers play with my belt buckle in a game of perverse seduction, looping around until they stop at my back and the leather caresses the bare skin of my ass, the slow touch traveling down my back until it reaches my face across the exposed skin, reaching my hard member eliciting a moan.
The slow music turns into a rhythmic beat as his hands finally touch my shoulders, the calluses pitting his palms causing friction against my skin the strong fingers pinching my left nipple hard causing the pre cum to run down my hard length mixing with the groans.
Like that? - The hoarse voice fills the darkness of the room.
I like it - I admit it.
I moan in frustration as I remove my hand from my nipple closing my fingers in the strands of my hair tightly arching my neck backwards, I close my eyes waiting for the brutality, for the pain I was taught to love and I end up feeling the tears forming with the heat of the tongue running over the hot skin and the smell of whiskey breath mixed with mint and nicotine invading my memories to distribute pleasure.
The belt being thrown away and his body sticking to mine from behind rubbing his hard member on my ass, his right hand releasing the back of my neck to attach itself to my Adam's apple and his callused left hand tracing a slow and smooth trail across my abdomen frustrating my expectation with his laughter in my ear, licking my earlobe the fingers of his left hand forcing themselves between my lips, running over my tongue in slow exploration.
Drool a lot. - I open my eyes without understanding but obeying.
The fingers come out of my wet mouth, eliciting the first cry of the night as they touch the head of my cock and slide down in a slow jerking until they squeeze my balls with a softness I never imagined a man like him could have.
I'm seized with frenzy as the tightness rises and falls along the length, the cold wind coming in through the porch causing shivers with the thermal shock of the withering heat of our bodies kneeling on the rug embraced by the darkness, I shiver from head to toe feeling the spurts of cum spraying my body. head back with the scream being stopped by the hardened chest and a cretinous smile looking at the dirty hand.
In a quick movement I am supported by him who stands in front of me holding my hair and lowering my underwear with a dirty hand showing a hard cock with protruding veins and the head shining with the pre cum spreading my cum under the extension cleaning the hand and leaving the cock completely dirty, I feel the saliva filling my mouth I find his smile open from one end to the other and the heat touching my lips.
My bitter taste mingling with the heat of his thickness slowly slipping through my mouth forcing my mouth to open wider to accommodate each of his inches.
Damn it!
I vibrate inside, opening my eyes to the upturned face, plucking up courage, holding onto his hips, taking control of the movements, swirling my tongue around the head of his cock until I gasp at its full length.
I'm going to cum inside that little mouth, then I'm going to cum inside your ass.
I increase the movements with the help of your hand excited as hell feeling the cock hardening again while my balls hurt, I take my right hand to your balls squeezing calmly, lowering the finger a little loving the roll that gives against letting the control go down to the my hands guiding his ecstasy choking on the amount of cum that gushes without warning keeping me trapped until it stops.
Out of breath, I can't get up, I support my hands on the floor, getting scared when I feel the warm touch lifting my body in my arms, carefully positioning it in the middle of the king size bed, he was right when he said that he would be unable to forget that.
I gasp watching him pull a condom off the table with his cock hard so fast the smug grin plastered across his face like a tattoo sliding the plastic catching a bottle of lube spilling it on my balls spreading the liquid making his finger slide through the tight spot without causing any pain, just pleasure.
I moan in frustration when he removes his finger and cry out with fright as he pulls me by my ankles fitting my ass to slide over the covered cock going down on top and fitting the member I bring my hands to the strong arms squeezing as the invasion increases, moaning for the desire trembling with the pleasure seizing and crying in frustration looking at those full lips so close and impossible.
The fire between us, the desire, the strong orgasm smearing our skin and beard along with the strong and heavy breath against my ear causing goosebumps as he lightly bites my nipple eliciting another scream.
The right hand lifting me by the neck to fix our gazes extracting all the feelings I hid during these years for his delight, causing a whirlwind of emotions along with the image of him appearing perversely even in the moment of pleasure.
Eyes on me Vincenzo. - I obey the order.
Losing my breath with the deep thrust rolling my eyes to come again when the pubis hits my balls, I feel the body go limp and without any rest I receive his incessant thrusts looking for his own orgasm like a caged animal firm, strong leaving the imprint of his fingers on my hips touching my cock until it hardens again, satisfying itself as it pulls out another nasal scream in the middle of the cum burying itself as it roars with pleasure.
Tears flee from the corner of my eyes for discovering the power to enjoy without pain and just pleasure, I feel his tongue licking my tears as he slowly withdraws turning my body sideways, settling behind me, hugging my body causing an illusion that soon is broken by your words.
Take care of her like I take care of you. - I shudder at his voice.
I burn inside with jealousy and hate, letting his arm pull me firmly together again for the night, slow, steady, pleasurable but with the only goal, her. Every drop of pleasure, affection or desire I felt was just for her, I swallowed all the hate loving the taste of revenge and coming hard being taken by him.
I take advantage of every minute tattooing in my memories the pleasure caused by the man I love, certain that at dawn I'll go back to my prison and, toast, facing the only one capable of having some feeling for him.