Salvatore Dalla

I wake up and see Amapola sleeping peacefully beside me. Unable to resist, I run my hands through her hair, gently caressing it. She stirs a little but doesn't wake up.
I head to the bathroom, hard as a rock. I know I need to pee, but just having her within my reach makes me burst with desire, making the physiological task difficult. I focus on the wall in front of me, but images of Amapola from last night explode in my mind. Even though I took not only her purity but drained all her strength during the night, I wasn’t satisfied—not even close.
I could spend days locked in a room with her and still not be satisfied.
I brush my teeth, grab my phone from the counter, and head to the balcony. I need to check my emails and make a few calls; it's good to distract myself a bit, letting her sleep a little longer.
“Amadeu?”
“Yes, boss,” he answers when he picks up the call.
“Have breakfast brought to my room in twenty minutes,” I inform him. It's around ten in the morning; she’s had enough time to rest.
“I’ll arrange it right now, sir.”
“For two people,” I say, making it clear I’m not alone, and I notice he falls silent. I end the call.
I know I’ve been surprising everyone lately, especially Amadeu, who’s always by my side and takes care of everything I need. He’s aware of practically everything I do, but I don’t care.
Being with Amapola brings new sensations, and I’m content with that. Maybe the monotony and control I have over everything and everyone around me aren’t as attractive anymore.
She’s the opposite of everyone around me. Amapola doesn’t bend to my presence, doesn’t follow my orders. She questions, complains, makes her opinions and dissatisfaction clear, and maybe that’s what has drawn me to her so intensely.
I look at the horizon and think about how my life has changed. I mean, I no longer live only thinking about work and my mafia duties. For the first time in years, I feel like I’m truly living. That’s what Amapola brings me—a breath of life where there was once only darkness and death.
“Hey, Bella.” I kiss her bare back, the sheet covering only the lower half of her body. “Wake up, you’ve slept enough,” I whisper in her ear.
“Salvatore!” she exclaims my name, her voice deliciously husky, though her eyes remain closed.
“I’ve ordered breakfast. We need to eat.” I can’t resist, and I start kissing all the exposed skin on her back. Slowly, I slide the sheet down, kissing my way all the way to her ankle.
“You sure know how to wake a woman,” she says, and I smile, placing a final kiss on her calf. Her voice is no longer husky from sleep but from desire.
“No, mia Bella, this way of waking up is all yours,” I say, flipping her body quickly and holding her beneath me. “I’ve never woken anyone like this, believe me.”
I can’t resist, and even though I wanted to let her rest a bit, I retrace my path from her neck, down past her breasts, until I find myself between her legs once more—my new favorite place in the world.
“Salvatore, I want…” she begins with a shaky voice, but I cut her off.
“No, Bella, you need to rest a little, but that doesn’t mean we can’t have some fun,” I say, letting my breath graze her exposed clit.
Amapola’s pussy is red and swollen. I know everything we did last night was too much for a first time, but I couldn’t control myself, and I could tell she couldn’t either, just like now, as she begs for me to be inside her again.
I would do it with all the pleasure in the world, but I’ll let her rest for tonight.
I know our breakfast will arrive soon, so I intensify the movement of my lips, and with just one finger inside her, I press her pleasure point, quickly sending her into ecstasy.
Seeing her body tremble with pleasure, her eyes closed, her breasts lifted, and her back arched makes it impossible for me to keep control. So I kneel between her legs and pull down my sweatpants, grabbing my cock with my right hand. It throbs even harder; I’m filled with adrenaline and lust, watching her breathe heavily beneath me, her eyes fixed on my cock as I masturbate. Faster than I want, I come on her stomach and breasts.
My heart races, my pulse so strong that I can feel the throbbing not just in my cock but throughout my entire body. The more I squeezed my hands around it, the more I felt the liquid being drained.

"Salvatore!" Her voice pulled me out of the stupor I was in, after howling like a wolf with my head thrown back, my hands still wrapped around my cock.
"I'm sorry, I think I made a mess here," I say as I look at her once-pristine body now completely covered in my cum.
"Kiss me," she says, not caring at all about what I'd done to her body, and I do as she asks, making an even bigger mess as I press my body against hers, marking her even more as mine.
I carry Amapola in my arms to the bathroom and quickly take a shower, giving her space to clean herself up and handle her personal hygiene.
When our breakfast arrives, I ask for it to be left in the sitting room, then go to where she had been settled to grab her suitcase. She would need clothes when she came out of the shower.
When I return, I find her sitting at the table, her body covered only by a towel. Had she not seen the robe in the closet, or was she deliberately teasing me?
The sight of her exposed neck, with her hair tied up high, nearly drives me insane. Instantly, I imagine gripping her there while thrusting hard into her pussy with her ass arched toward me.
"Salvatore, I'm sorry, I was hungry," she says, drawing my attention back. I had been standing still, staring at her, the suitcase in one hand.
"No, Amapola, it’s fine. Make yourself comfortable. I'll put your suitcase in the room and be right back." I continue into the bedroom, placing the suitcase on the floor, my hand immediately reaching for my hardened cock, squeezing it through my jeans.
"Shit, I need to control myself," I mutter, making a herculean effort to dampen my desire for her before joining her for breakfast.
"Were you upset that I started eating without you?" she asks as I sit at the head of the table.
"No, I just... got a bit distracted, but it's fine. Besides, I don’t like seeing you hungry."
"Thank you," she replies, continuing to eat in silence.
"Put on something light, it’s hot, and we’re going for a walk," I inform her as I head toward my phone, needing to ask Amadeu to arrange a few things for me.
"Alright," she says, finishing the coffee in her cup.