ARIA
"So beautiful. So pretty," Sandro whispered, looking up at me as he kept his soft lips on my skin. "So perfect," He never stopped praising me—complimenting me. And it never lost its sincerity.
I could tell that he meant it, and he wanted me to know exactly how he felt about me. My body warmed up and I let myself be worshipped by the hands of Sandro. I loved every moment of it, losing myself within his words.
Sandro had lust and admiration in his eyes and it was hard to look away from him.
"I'm going to take this off," he told me, running his fingers along the hem of my underwear. I nodded, expecting him to take it off slowly and steady.
Instead, he laced his fingers through the material and ripped it down my legs. I gulped, watching him fling it across the room. The air hit my clit and I heard Sandro groan. He was between my legs, running his finger down my slit and dipping into my hole just for a second.
I couldn't take it anymore, and neither could he. He leaned forward, barely brushing his lips across my clit. I opened my legs further, showing him that I wanted him just as much as he wanted me.
"Fuck, bellissima—" his voice was quiet and hoarse. I saw his fist tighten on the sheets, and then he closed his eyes and took a deep breath in.
I was about to ask what was wrong when his hands gripped my waist and flipped me onto my stomach. The action was rough, nearly knocking the wind out of me. He pulled my hips, dragging me until my feet hit the floor and my stomach rested on the mattress.
"Open," he demanded. I gasped, feeling him quickly separate my legs with his palm. I looked back, seeing Sandro on his knees. He licked his lips, eyeing me with a hunger that I had never seen before. He held my ass, separating me before he delved forward and his tongue was sliding into my pussy.
My forehead dropped onto the bed, a strangled moan falling off my lips. It felt so fucking good that my first instinct was to close my legs.
"What did I say about keeping these fucking legs open?" Sandro snapped, giving me a harsh slap on my ass. I yelped at the pain, grunting as I spread my legs for him.
I was drenched, waiting for him—aching for him. He caressed my thighs, holding me still as his tongue circled my hole. I closed my eyes, breathing heavily against the sheets.
His mouth was warm and his lips were soft against me. It felt unbearable good and I had to force myself to remain unmoving.
"You're so wet," he said, dragging his tongue through my slit. "Stay still for me. I want to make you feel so good, bellissima. Just let me," he was speaking softly, giving me small kisses between his words.
I moaned his name, curling my fingers over the sheets in a tight grip. My knuckles turned white, too overwhelmed by the ecstasy to release the pressure.
Using two fingers, Sandro opened my pussy and then his lips were on me again. He sucked and I could hear how wet I was. I felt my arousal drip down my inner thigh and Sandro's mouth left my pussy to lick up my mess.
His tongue slid up my skin, finding its place back on my hole and I gasped when I felt him deeper than before.
He fucked me with his mouth, leaving me in a state of delirium as I used my sheets to muffle my moans. My hair was scattered across my face and I was left leaving it that way, unable to focus on fixing it.
"Sandro—fuck," I murmured, groaning as his tongue stroked my walls. He hummed, sending shivers down my spine. My hands blindly reached behind me, wanting to push him away from me because it was too much to handle. Which was strange because it was only his fucking mouth.
My pussy was sensitive and it felt as if I had already came a dozen times.
Sandro's mouth stayed on me when he grabbed my wrists in his hands, pinning it the mattress at my sides.
"Don't fucking move," he spoke harshly. I whimpered, my eyes watering from the immense amount of pleasure resonating through me. Not just because of his tongue, but the way he touched me and held me down.
He made me take it.
I wanted to see what would happen if I closed my legs one more time.
I wanted to see what would happen if I didn't do what he asked of me.
The thought was daunting and mischievous but every part of me screamed at me to do it.
And I did. I squeezed my legs shut, pressing my knees together. When Sandro froze, I realised that I might have fucked up. His hands around my wrists unravelled and I felt him stand up. Fuck.
I raised my head off the bed and I caught him picking up his tie and my underwear. "Sandro—"
"Sandro, I won't do it again," I said, gasping when he roughly grabbed my ankle, positioning it next to the foot of the bed.
"I'm having a hard time believing that," he said, wrapping his tie around my ankle and securing it in place. My legs were spread wider and Sandro tied a knot that was impossible to get out of.
He did the same to the opposite side, using my underwear and leaving me vulnerable and at his will.
I dropped my head, whispering a "fuck," underneath my breath. I couldn't move— couldn't close my legs. I yanked on it and the material dug into my skin and I quickly understood that the more I struggled, the more it hurt.
"That's better." Sandro was on his knees again, tonguing my pussy and my body jerked at the contact.
I moaned loudly, taking deep and steady breaths in. He buried his face between my open thighs, licking me up and down and all over. I tried not to fight against the restraints, but then he inserted two fingers into my hole and the idea of staying still seemed like pure torture.
"Fuck," I screamed, reaching for a pillow to sink my teeth into.
"Does this feel good?" Sandro asked, holding my thighs as he spoke against my clit.
"Yes," I breathed. His fingers were still inside me when he stood up, giving me a kiss on my spine and the back of my neck. Sandro moved, thrusting into me hard and fast. I clenched around him uncontrollable and he curled his fingers and hit that tender spot. It felt really fucking good.
I turned my head, laying my cheek on the bed and I found his eyes on me. Sandro kept fucking me with his fingers as he watched me. He moved my hair away from my face, stroking my skin. The way he caressed my cheeks was a contradiction against how hard he slammed his fingers into me.
My body hitched with each thrust and if it wasn't for my legs being tied, I would have been hoisted up the bed. He slipped his fingers out of me and I felt my muscles lose the tension. My pussy closed on nothing and I furrowed my brows in confusion.
"Sandro—what the fuck," I grunted, annoyed at him for stopping so fucking soon. I could have cum right there, but nothing was touching me anymore.
That was until I felt the tip of his dick against my hole, sliding through my slit to spread my juices around. I had no time to even comprehend it before he slammed into me, filling me completely and I screamed into the pillow. Shit.
"Oh, fuck—" Sandro groaned, holding my hips and then he started fucking me. I clenched my jaw, holding myself up as I lost my voice. I struggled to breathe and then he gave me a slap on the ass and a searing pain spread through me.
Sandro was right—if he hadn't tied me up, my legs would have been closed ages ago. The pleasure was inexplicable.
He grabbed my hands, pinning my forearms to my lower back and using it as leverage to pound into me. I grunted, my face twisting into an expression of extreme euphoria and intensity.
"Oh, my God. Fuck—" I hissed through my teeth. He wrapped my hair around his fist, forcing my back to arch. He turned my head, giving me a hard and open mouth kiss.
I sucked on his tongue, moaning into his mouth and giving him a small bite on his lower lip. Our kiss was rough and messy but Sandro never stopped thrusting into me.
He wrapped his tattooed hand around my neck from behind, squeezing the sides and I whimpered against him. He kissed along my jaw, holding my throat and I heard his soft moans.
I had never been fucked like that before.
"You're taking it so well, bellissima. Such a good fucking girl, aren't you?" he breathed, and I felt him take my hand in his.
He moved my fingers to my clit, guiding me into pleasuring myself. I groaned when he interlaced his fingers with mine, expertly circling it around and I felt my legs start to shake. Fuck—
"Tell me that feels good," he said, his lips on mine again.
"That feels so good," I moaned, twirling my tongue around with his. "Don't fucking stop," I whispered, and he bit my lip and soothed the sting with a suck.
He let go of my hand, but my arm was still underneath me and the tips of my fingers on my clit. My eyes rolled back, desire and pleasure spreading through every part of me. My toes curled, and I attempted to move but the material around my ankles were firm and strong. There was no use in fighting it and my stomach dropped onto the mattress.
I removed my fingers from my clit when the feeling became too powerful—too unbearable. But the way Sandro fucked me, it felt as if I hadn't even let go.
"I'm going to cum," I croaked, and I did. An orgasm shattered through me and I felt my muscles constrict around him. Sandro grunted, keeping the same pace as I rode out my orgasm. He was fully aware of what he was doing to me, and I had no protests to it.
He held my ass, slamming me back down on him and I cried out.
He wasn't finished.
I grabbed the pillow, holding it to my chest as my pussy took all of him. He pulled out, bending down to lick my arousal and then he was inside of me again. Holy fuck—Sandro moaned deeply and I looked at him to see that his head was thrown back.
There was sweat lacing his skin and his cheeks were flushed. There was pleasure on his face, and I felt proud that I was the cause of it.
The tattoos on his chest and shoulders—the ring on his pinky— the toned muscles, how was he so fucking hot? And then I remembered that he was all mine. I rolled my hips, meeting his pace and he looked at me with scrunched brows.
"Fuck, yes, bellissima. Just like that—" he whispered, watching himself slide in and out of me. I wanted to give him the best feeling he had ever experienced. He leaned forward, peppering kisses on everywhere he could reach.
"I'm cumming. Fuck, I'm cumming—" Sandro said hastily, and then kissed me as he pulled out. He stroked himself, messing his orgasm all over my back and ass. I returned the kiss, harder and breathlessly.
He groaned against my lips and gave me one last peck before straightening up. He looked down at my ass, a dazed and languid smile forming on his face and it matched mine.
"You're so fucking amazing," he said, giving me a kiss on my calf as he undid the restraints. I twirled my ankles when I was free from the constriction and I closed my aching legs. He lifted me off the bed, setting me down in the middle instead of the edge and my body slumped on the sheets.
Sandro left the room, returning with something to wipe me clean and I watched him as he did so.
He raised my leg, gently dabbing the cold cloth against my raw pussy and I breathed out a sigh of relief. He kissed down my thigh, over my calf and to my ankle where a red band had formed.
He ran his hand over it, soothing it and I felt a smile on my lips.
Sandro fucked me hard and then took care of me afterwards—what more could I have asked for?
"Do you want me to run you a bath?" Sandro asked, moving my hair away from my face. I pouted my lips for another kiss because I could kiss him all day. This time, it was soft and slow and a great change. I pulled away, nodding my head.
"Okay. Just give me a few minutes, baby," he replied, giving me kiss on my forehead before standing up.
I sighed, letting myself relax as I tried to come down from the high of my intense orgasm.
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