Ultimate Temptation III
Camila's POV
"Close your eyes." His voice is so firm and rough as his eyes meet mine in the mirror, filled with challenge.
It isn't until his hands come to rest on each of my thighs that I obediently comply, shutting my eyes, nervous to venture into this unknown.
A shaky breath escapes my lungs before the air catches in my throat when his hands, tightly gripping each of my upper thighs, begin to pry my legs apart.
A low grunt in my ear, followed by his voice in response to my insult. "That makes me a man who understands why you do the things you do." Lips skim a trail beneath my ear and his stubble scratches my neck. "But also a man who wont sit here and drool over your pictures." His fingers itch towards my inner thighs. "When all they really show me is that you're desperate for a little validation."
I can't tell if it's the position of me with my eyes shut, spread open before him while his eyes devour me in the mirror, or his harsh words, but I feel oddly vulnerable.
"I'm not..." I suck in an uneasy breath, emotion thick in my voice. "Desperate for validation." Id be lying if his words didn't hurt to hear.
As if sensing this, the man's touch softens as he trails it to my core, before his fingers begin to rub the material of my thong over my clit. While his voice merely drops an octave. "Why do you have things like this in your closet?"
I flinch, my back arching and ass pushing back into him the moment I feel his fingers slip beneath the thin band of my thong along my clit, before he lets it snap right back down.
I cry out when he does it again, my voice loud enough for him to trail his lips back to my ear and softly hum. "Shh."
He doesn't touch me until I quiet down and the lack of his touch has me shutting my legs in an attempt for some pressure. He tsks in my ear. "Keep them open."
It's not a suggestion, it's a command and I nod, my breaths coming out ragged as I fully spread them back open.
His finger starts leisurely trails my slit over my thong. "You like wearing things like this, yes?" He offers, keeping his pace slow, his voice as smooth as silk.
I release a soft breath, and manage a nod. "Y-yes." A sigh escapes mg lips when his fingers begin to lightly circle my clit over the lace.
"For other men?" He asks pausing his movements, his silence making way for his anger to ooze off him.
"No." I grit out, angry at how he's still trying to prove his point about my need for male validation. Yet I can't help my body that's secretly yearning for his touch, even if it means bearing with the way he's degrading me.
"Contrary to what you might think. No man's seen me in any of this." My voice reeks of annoyance and I have the urge to glare at him through the mirror but can't with my eyes closed. "You're the only exception. Although I am starting to regret it."
His stare burns, heat prickling my skin until he hums and trails his lips back up to my ear."brava ragazza. Te ne pentirai ancora di più quando avrò finito con te." His chest rumbles behind me, the threat doing nothing to tame the arousal building between my legs.
(Good girl. You'll regret it even more by the time I'm done with you.)
My teeth clean together at the statement that lacks any remorse, only before I can snap at Alejandro, he resumes his movements, stroking me over my panties, only this time he applies more pressure.
The sensation causes another heavy breath to sound from my parted lips as I force my eyes to stay shut.
The thin fabric digs into my pussy and instead of moving it around, Alejandro starts to pull at it, teasing my clit as I control my shaking limbs. He pulls at the material harder, causing it to dig into my lower lips before his fingers start to lightly circle my clit simultaneously.
They're slow tortuous movements and all I can do is whine as I move my head side to side, growing antsy. The mix of pleasure, discomfort, and annoyance turning me into puddy in his hands.
"Alejandro." I whine out, throwing my head back into his shoulder.
I didn't think it was possible, but he slows down. "You don't sound all that regretful to me." His smug voice at my expense is maddening.
"No. But I am starting to regret not going to someone else." He stops what's he's doing to move the material of my thong to the side, and trail his finger up my bare pussy.
I'm in the midst of a moan when he pinches me, my hips buckling in surprise. "Watch it." He growls in my ear.
I hold my breath waiting for him to do something, anything, but he doesn't. My legs shake while he remains calm and composed, the only sign this affecting him being the rise and fall of his chest behind me and the large erection digging into my ass.
I try to get something, anything by grinding my ass back into the bulge but he only grunts before tsking in my ear. And then he stops his movements on my pussy to trail his hand up to my throat and grip it.
I stop my movements in alarm as I feel his breath hit my ear. "Keep teasing me like that and I won't be so nice anymore."
"Good." I snap. "If I wanted someone to tease their fingers around like an inexperienced teenager, I'd go to someone at school-"
My words lodge in my throat that he squeezes in warning. "piccolo fottuto marmocchia." He breathes in my ear, his hand loosening around my neck and moving down my body. (Little fucking brat)
Only he stops near my heaving chest and I feel his hand hastily yank one of the cups of my bra to the side, allowing my left breast to spill out. The cold air hitting my nipple makes the already hard nub, sting.
He chuckles lightly, the sound a low hum. "Così fottutamente bisognoso." He whispers roughly. (So fucking needy.)
But then he takes me by surprise when he moves his hand past the swell, not even touching my heavy breasts that are clearly begging to be touched.
Only I can't complain when his hands are back on my pussy, trailing my wet slit starting from my clit all the way to my entrance.
They're steady, agonizing movements and I grunt wanting him to do more as I grow fidgety and whiny.
But he only trails one finger up and down slowly and I'm itching for him to do more.
Before I can comment about not having his full attention or how much he's teasing, I feel his fingers that are trailing my slit pause before he starts slowly dipping his index finger in my entrance and retracting. Barely sliding in and then moving out.
In a little bit, then out.
I gasp and tense but Alejandro's fingers gently massage and then I fel him snake his other hand around, to use his two other fingers to spread my lower lips apart.
Cold air rushes to the space between my legs, soothing the sting forming around his finger pushing into me.
I release the loud moan I've been suppressing, not caring if Im being too loud. "Ah-Alejandro." I say throwing my head back and turning my head to the side into his neck as I breath harshly into it.
"Tranquilla." I hear him hush me before in one steady movement he pushes his finger into me, void of any teasing before retreating and doing it again. (Quiet.)
His heavy breathing hits my ear and fans across my neck. "You're so tight. Tell me to stop when it hurts." He whispers against the skin of my neck and his deep husky voice only makes me want this more.
I groan and squeeze around him, loving the satisfied little grunt that escapes him at my actions. "Don't... stop." I gasp, arching my back against him as I throw my hands back and around his neck and turn my head to bury my face into the crook of it. The smell of his cologne and aftershaves mixed with his own manly scent only fuelling my arousal.
I feel his chest heave behind me but my breathing is louder as I squeeze his long, thick finger while he pushes in and out of me. "Come vuoi, Principessa." He murmurs, brushing his lips across the side of my head. (As you wish, princess)
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