Chapter 150: I Want To Fuck You On My Bed
Chapter 150: I Want To Fuck You On My Bed
Gregorio
"Now matter how warm of a day, by the afternoon the glass goes ice cold but rarely ever frosts. It may be raining now but another time, I am going to fúck you against it."
The quietest of sound fell from her mouth as her head tilted back to rest against my shoulder but I let it slide because I liked the sight of her like this and the movie long forgotten.
"I would strip you completely bare and press you against the cold glass, front first so I could watch as your frantic breaths fog the window. I wouldn't care how unsteady your legs would be or how badly you would beg for your release, I would take my time with you. Just as I am going to do tonight."
Her hips bucked up to try and get some relief, her knees fighting against mine in an attempt to close. It was a pleasure but I didn't grant her.
"I would kick your legs far apart, your hips angled perfectly to take the rough pounding I know your body craves and you would beg for the pain, wouldn't you?"
I didn't expect a response as I twisted both nipples between my fingers, not soothing away the hurt but rather continuing.
"I would spank you while taking you from behind, pulling you flat on your feet as you couldn't escape my brutal motions. You would be crying by the time I was done with you and then I would shatter you on my díck for the whole world to see."
She gasped and I pulled her from the fantasy I had placed in her mind, lifting her head to look at me.
"I may be yours, sweetheart but you are sure a hell mine in return." I planted a kiss on her soft lips, forcing her to feel my affection for her.
"It is only a matter of time until the rest of the world fucking knows it as well."
When she moaned and murmured in agreement, I was done with the movie. I needed to be inside of her and watch her fall apart over and over again around my cóck, preferably screaming my name.
"Please, Greg, I need you."
With those words, she snapped every last bit of restraints I had.
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Camilla POV.
One second I was on Gregorio's lap and the next I was being abruptly turned to straddle him, the blanket once warming me falling to the ground. I was soaked and shaking and beyond desperate for his touch as his hand slid to cup my face and I leaned forward to kiss him.
He was gentle but I wanted it all. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I pressed my front to his, running my fingers through his hair and angling his head back to meet my lips. It was a pure need that controlled me right now, my hands moving to run across his chest and my nails leaving trails of scratches in their wake.
The sound of pleasure it drew from his mouth had me grinding my hips down, rolling against the hard length of his cóck. My mind was spinning with pleasure, my lungs burning with the need for air and only getting it when he yanked my head back, heavy breath falling from both of our swollen lips.
"You are mine," he growled, his mouth latching onto mine once again and repositioning us so that I was straddling his one thigh.
"I am yours," I gasped as two strong hands gripped my waist, pulling me down onto his leg and forcing my hips to drag back and forth.
"Gre…" I couldn't even vocalize my embarrassment as he licked away my words, his tongue fucking my mouth and dissolving every last bit of control I had.
As much as my instincts told me to pull away from this, my body sought out the pleasure instead. My clit was swollen and begging from the pressure building inside me and when I began to move my hips on my own, I felt him smile against me.
"Such a good whore," he mumbled, lifting his leg slightly to angle me better.
"Look at that pathetic cunt of yours getting off from riding my thigh, you are dripping."
A tear escaped me when a small dark patch began to form on the material of his pants and my stomach was tightening at the sight. He told me a long time ago how he wanted to degrade me but only now am I realizing just how much he was holding out around the other two. Right now, he made sure I felt humiliated, uncomfortable desire pooling deep in my core.
"That is it, Camilla." He gave me a cruel smile, wiping away my tears just to run the same fingers across my nipples.
"Rub against me until your orgasm soaks my pants."
I couldn't stop the tremble in my knees as I rocked against him over and over until I needed him to guide me himself. He was so much harsher in his movement and he knew just the right spot to rub, angling me perfectly to that with every pass over him, shocks were being sent to my clit and fueling the climax coiling tight within me.
"You should take this time to prepare yourself, sweetheart." He warned as he watched me, seeing the way my body was tensing up.
My heart races as he leans in, his wet lips brushing ever so slightly at my temple before moving to my ear.
"I have waited for weeks to see you like this and believe me when I say I am going to enjoy devouring you." His teeth dragged over my skin, holding me still when I cried out in response.
"I even bought you a present so you can see for yourself."
Before anything else could happen, every inch of my body tightened and my orgasm struck through me and him kept me down as whimper fell past my lips. He didn't care how sensitive everything was, all I could do was lean forward and hold on for dear life while wave after wave of blinding pleasure consumed me. I was pinned to his thigh until I made good on his promise of making a mess, my release soaking his leg and turning the material dark and wet.
As I stared down at the spot I was still being dragged across, I knew I couldn't go another full week without being touched by this man in some way. His hungry expression as he finally let up on his movement told me he was in agreement, an agreement he was planning on proving right now. Wrapping his arms tight around me, his shirt did nothing to cover me and parted even farther as he stood up from the couch, not bothering to turn off the movie or put what was left of the ice cream back in the freezer.
It was clear his only thoughts were of me, my legs hooking together at his back for support while he moved us to the stairs.
"Take the elevator." I said against his neck, causing him to freeze in thoughts.
I know it was because of my claustrophobia but there are few times where I feel distracted enough to challenge myself and now was one of those times. I felt him walk up the stairs while carrying me. even though I am sure he lifts more weight as a warm up at the gym.
"Are you sure?" He pulled me back to look at me and I nodded in response.
It took me four years of panic attacks to overcome my fear of small spaces enough to do things like drive and take elevators and although I don't think I will ever fully be comfortable, pushing myself is the only way to maintain that progress. As he respected my wishes and carried me to the elevator, I felt fine as the door closed and a button was pressed to us to the third floor. His choice had me looking at him in confusion since I had assumed we had only been going up one level.
"My room is higher up than Domenico and Adriano." He answered my secret question.
"The location works better for me and there is more room to keep all of my books." I simply nodded in response, planting a kiss in appreciation to his lips in both thanks and distraction as the door.
The fact that his room was on the third floor and he still wanted to carry me meant a lot more than I could ever say in words. Although I was fine, I still felt a weight relieve itself from my chest as he walked us out of the elevator and down the hall decorated just like the rest of the halls. More rooms, more windows and more money.
"So, I am guessing there is no playroom tonight?" I asked, realizing both he and Adriano made the move to take me to their own individual rooms. Honestly, it was kind of nice and I liked it a lot.
"Not right now." He sent me a smirk that resulted in thousands of butterflies going off in my stomach.
"No, the only place I am fucking you tonight is in my bed so I can have the memories of you writhing beneath me every time I try to sleep."
Holy shít, I don't know what I had expected but fuck, I wanted that too.
Even though I have never been in his room before, I found myself excited and curious as he bent to twist the handle, pushing the door open with his foot.
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