Chapter 153: Please Fúck Me Hard, I Need You So Badly
Chapter 153: Fuck Me Hard, I Need You So Badly
Camilla
"Play with those pretty nipples of yours." Gregorio held my eye in the mirror as he gave me the command, tracking my movements when I cup my breast in each of my hands.
They feel so heavy, so sensitive and the second my fingers began to pinch gently, he started moving his hips and that was when the real pleasure began. I was silently demanded to stay still so I did, watching as his dick slowly dragged in and out of me, hitting every right spot with each full motion. I could hear his breath in my ear, feel the warmth of them against my skin.
He demanded my attention through every minute of this, making me look at him as my body took him over and over again until his hold on my neck and legs became more restrictive so he could continue to edge me. I wasn't able to press my knees together now and every time I tried to give my nipples some much needed relief, his hand tightened around my throat until I was forced to comply.
He was slow but undeniably rough with each thrust, my face flushing because I could hear how soaked I was between my spread thighs, able to see my arousal glistening on his length every time he pulled out and that was what he was waiting for though.
This wasn't making love but it most certainly wasn't the hard fucking he had promised me either. Bringing my eyes up from where we were joined and over to his amused and dark expression, that was all it took for me to understand what he wanted. It was something that never failed to humiliate me and that was exactly what he was asking for.
"Sir," I whimpered, his hand on my throat making it hard to form my words especially with his cóck still stroking my G-spot with no relent.
"Yes, little one?" He smiles, letting up his grip just enough to allow me to think.
He knew how desperate I was and there was no chance of me getting what I wanted until I submitted to his desire.
"Please," I begged even though I was well aware that was nowhere near enough to get me what I needed.
His demanding grin was confirmation, his fingers stroking the side of my neck and eliciting shivers from my overstimulated body.
"Sir, please fuck me hard. I need you so badly." I pleaded again but he was different from Adriano and Domenico in this sense.
He got off the most on degrading me and I knew he would not let up until I was genuine enough in my desperation. I didn't know what to say, although not that he cared. The one thing that was clear is that he was patient and I knew he would happily spend the neck hours just like this, edging me as many times as he pleased until I broke beneath him.
Unfortunately for me, I couldn't give him what he wanted, it just never comes natural but based on his look in the mirror, he likes it this way. This man has left both physically and emotionally open multiple times today and I knew he wanted me to get out of my head.
When he stroked me in just the right spot to push me over the edge, he was steadily working me up to and I screamed when he pulled out all the way with a smirk, denying my orgasm entirely.
"Gregorio!" I screamed, earning a slap to my thigh as a result.
"You know what you need to do, sweetheart." He smiled cruelly, making me change my mind. I hate him now and so does my cunt.
"Come on, please." I begged but it wasn't good enough.
With a thrust, he slammed all the way inside me, his hand tightening around my throat to the point where I couldn't breathe anymore, only able to get out small pleas and whimpers.
"You are such a good girl." He muttered, fucking me back up to my high and denying me for a second time. It broke me and he knew he had won.
"Sir, please. Please bring it back, I am sorry for earlier but I want to feel you. I don't even care if I don't cum but please just keep going."
My words were all a string of bags slurring together, tears wetting my face at the thought of him stopping again to punish me. This was a test to see if I could take him, I knew it was and no words could accurately describe the relief I felt when he started moving his hips again and this time was different, though.
His hand on my throat shifted, no longer to control my breathing but rather to keep me still. He was bracing me and when his mouth dropped down to my ear, I knew this was only the beginning, not just for tonight but for us as a whole.
"Unless it is a safe word, Camilla. I am not fucking stopping."
With that, I watched with blurred vision as his hips reared back, snapping forward to meet my ass just as quickly. The force would have sent me off the bed but I didn't, I was forced in place by the hands holding me with ease. Unlike last time, there was no break.
I was given no reprieve, no time to catch my breath and most certainly no time to sort my thoughts before he was back inside me, his face set on mine in focus. Gasping and looking at the mirror, I knew this was him, this was very much him he hid under his friendly smiles and sense of humor. This was the man who promised me that one day he would break me for his pleasure, knowing I would happily oblige every step of the way.
"I.. haha…. fuck." I couldn't even form proper sentences anymore but he understood as he whispered dirty words of encouragement, telling me what a good whore I was for taking him and that I felt like I was made for his díck.
I could only cry and beg in agreement, feeling like I was both drowning in his touch and being set aflame in the most beautiful ruinous way possible. He had ignited me, watching me burn in the flame of his list as he stroked, kissed and worshiped my body with everything he had to offer and I was feeling off every second.
"Shit!" I cried and he knew he had just reduced me into nothing more than a willing hole for him to fuck and that in itself was degrading but I embraced it.
I was no longer embarrassed or worried about what I looked like, it was surprisingly erotic to see myself like this and even better than he was at my back as he kept me open for our viewing. I was able to capture every minute of this and when he was certain that I was conscious enough to watch him, he moved his hand that was on my thigh slowly down to between my legs.
His fingers brushed over my clit, my body shivering in response but what had my body jolting was that he didn't stop there. I was demanded to watch as two fingers slipped down into the soaked entrance currently being fucked raw by his harsh movement, the tip teasingly at the spot I was being stretched.
A gasped fall past my lips the same second he pushed his finger inside and curled his fingers to stroke my G-spot in time with his díck. It was too much for me to process all at once but my body seemed to react on its own as a choked sob left my mouth.
"Fuck, Camilla. You are so perfect." He groaned, kissing my shoulder and taking in every part of my reflection as I did his.
I saw tears begin to pool in his eyes too and when I turned my head back to kiss him, the second our lips met, I shattered in his arms. He swallowed my moans and continued to tease at my mouth but I felt his breath as though they were the ones currently keeping my heart beating.
I felt him and when I tightened and clamped down with my release, I knew it triggered his own. Both of us cum together, riding out our orgasms and holding each other like we couldn't survive without the contact.
His touch set me on fire and I happily fell into it, knowing he would never let me go or let me burn.
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