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The roaring thunder outside your windows startles you and makes you recoil into a ball underneath the blankets. You shiver and cower, wishing you had him to comfort you or distract you. You knew Bruno would be at your side if you asked. If You asked.
Bruno has been having a tough time ever since the first night you stayed over. He couldn’t sleep, not with how hard you made him. You plague his mind and body each night, needing to get off in order to fall asleep.
Tonight is no different. Bruno knows he shouldn’t, it’s not right. Yet, he lies in bed, rubbing himself through his boxers as he thinks of you. He pulls himself out, pulling down his foreskin as he imagines your small hand doing it instead of his. He swipes the precum that beads at his tip, rubbing it around, causing his abdomen muscles to flex and unflex. Slowly, he strokes his thick shaft up and down, hissing freely without a care as the storm muffles his sounds. He twitches underneath the pads of his fingers as he thinks about how your body would look on top of his, bouncing on his cock as your pussy grips him like a vice and how you would look when you cum on his cock. Oh, how you’d cry out his name as he’d fuck into you like a mad man. Bruno bites his plush lower lip, cock throbbing and aching at the thought of you. He abruptly gets interrupted by a rushed knocking at his door. His heart races as he scrambles to put back on his boxers, and pulls on a pair of sweatpants for good measure.
“Bruno?” You call for him through the door, hugging yourself as the cold air from the hallway courses through your body.
Hesitantly, he walks to the door and opens it slightly. With a poker face, he looks down at you but softens upon reading your scared expression.
“Are you okay, amore?” He gulps, the pet name slips his mind as he still has you on it.
Blushing, you look down, face heating up even more at the lack of clothes he’s wearing. Without his shirt, his lithe muscles are out on display, and his sweatpants are dangerously low on his hips that show off a dark trail of hair leading down to that perfect V you knew he always had.
“I’m too scared to sleep alone, can I sleep here for the night?” You look back up at his face with pleading eyes.
How could he reject you? Even if he feels guilty right now, he still wants to help you. Bruno exhales, the breath he was holding in finally escapes him as he opens the door. Walking through, you smell his scent circulating the air, making your heart pound faster. Butterflies invade your stomach as you make your way through the dark room to his bed.
“Why don’t you sleep on this side, it’s warmer,” he says, patting the side next to him.
You smile, walking over to the said side. You observe the bed, it looks slept in as if he sleeps in this spot often. The fluttering in your stomach gets worse as you slip into the bed, the warm sheets that have touched Bruno is now hugging your skin.
“Buona notte,” he murmurs, crossing his arms over the covers.
It’s silent other than heavy breaths and the cracks of thunder. You turn over on your side and curl up into a fetal position, ignoring the obvious nervousness in your stomach.
Bruno sighs, catching your attention as he shifts in bed. He closes his eyes, thinking about how the hell is he gonna be able to fall asleep with you next to him. He’s still hard, and he only got harder since he saw you. Now that you’re next to him in his bed, his cock strains against his boxers, threatening to tear a hole. Even the thought of you is making his cock throb. He’s fighting himself, he wants to touch you, he needs to. Turning to the side, he sees that you’ve turned away. Thank god, he thinks, he won’t be able to see your face, otherwise, his cock might burst.
Thunder rumbles, and you instinctively back up in fright. You didn’t notice Bruno was so close as the bed dips in from where he lies. Biting your lip, you decide to be a little cheeky. His breath hitches as your ass makes contact with his hard cock. You gasp and move away, not knowing he’d be hard. He instantly wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you back against him. "Please, I need you," he whispers into your ear, slowly grinding into you.
You whimper, arching your ass further into his cock. His hand trails up your stomach and up to your neck, pulling away stray hairs to kiss up to your neck. He litters your neck with kisses, cock rubbing into your ass as you rock your hips back in return. His kisses turn into sucks, making you moan out his name. Bruno groans upon hearing his name come out of your mouth like that, it's just like how he'd imagine it. He reaches for your breast, kneading it through your top, pinching your nipple harshly. You can feel just how wet you are as your slick travels upward towards your ass.
"I thought about doing this ever since I first laid eyes on you, bella," he purrs into your ear.
You're speechless and flustered, you can't say anything but you don't have to; your body says it all. Bruno lifts your shirt up and skims his fingers across your nipples, causing them to pebble.
"Do you think about this too?" you don't answer, instead, you reach behind your back and put your hand in his boxers, cupping his hard length.
Bruno chokes back a gasp, finally having you touch him is indescribable. He twitches in your hand as you stroke him, he’s so hot and hard you can barely take it. His sinewy hand roams down your body, appreciatively squeezing every curve and dip of yours. He slowly guides his fingers over your pubic mound before dipping them into your panties. A middle finger draws up your slit, testing how wet you are.
“You’re so wet, fuck,” he hisses out, licking the crest of your ear as he rubs your pussy up and down with his entire hand.
You moan aloud, almost as loud as the thunder, pushing your ass further onto his cock. He growls, pulling his hand out and turning your body to face his. Bruno loses his composure, and grabs the back of your head, smashing his full lips into yours. His eager tongue slips in, instantly entangling it with your equally eager one.
Swiftly, he pulls his pants and boxers off, impatiently tearing your top and pants off as well. He brings you flush to his chest, your breasts squishing against his hot skin. You can feel how fast his heart is beating, and crane your neck up to meet his intense lidded eyes. Bruno moves his arm underneath your body to grope your ass before hooking his fingers into your panties and sliding them off. You shiver at the cool air that kisses your wet slit. You nuzzle and press yourself against his heated body for warmth once more. Leaning down, he kisses you roughly and grabs your hips. He moves your body to guide his cock in between your thighs, thrusting through them.
Bruno reaches behind, spreading your labia apart to perfectly seat his cock in between. You whine loudly, feeling the hot and hard fleshy length where you needed it. He disconnects from the kiss with a scowl, staring at you as he grinds into your folds, getting off on your expressions alone. As your pussy spreads for his cock, your slick coats his length, making his movements glide easily.
He rolls his hips faster, kissing you sloppily as he loses himself to you. Your body feels perfect under his palms, he can’t stop touching you wherever he can. He caresses and squeezes your ass, pushing it towards him to meet his fervent thrusts.
You need more, so you start moving your hips on your own accord and making him groan. You feel like you’re going to lose it as the entirety of his cock is slips across your clit. Back and forth his cock goes, over and over.
“Bruno,” you breathe out, on the verge of an orgasm.
“You feel so good and I’m not even in you yet,” he growls into your mouth.
The moan you let out is sinful and loud, music to his ears, along with the wet sounds coming from where your two bodies meet. His cock slides faster and faster as you two hump each other like animals in heat.
“Are you gonna cum like this?” He pants out, giving it away that he, too, is at the edge.
You look at him with a flushed and embarrassed expression, and he smirks.
“That’s so cute, cumming on my cock without it being inside,” he purrs, picking up the pace.
Your body shudders as an orgasm hits you, burying your face into his chest as moans rip through your throat with every blissful wave. He doesn’t want to cum yet without fucking you, but the way your thighs and pussy hug his cock perfectly, he can’t help but let himself go.
Bruno groans loudly as he loses his rhythm and instead opts to thrust rapidly. He cums too, ejaculating on your pussy and thighs. You whine, looking up at him to see his face contorted in pleasure, stray hairs sticking to his hot face as his Adam’s apple bobs with every groan he elicits.
Suddenly, he plunges into your entrance, and you squeal as he pushes through your still convulsing pussy. He stuffs you to the hilt, stretching you out to the limit. Whines leave your mouth, and your eyes tear up as the sting and overstimulation overwhelms you.
“Forgive me, amore, I can’t hold myself back,” he says, holding you with a bruising grip.
Bruno fucks you eagerly, cock still throbbing from his orgasm. He pulls your thigh over his hip to spread you open, grasping it tightly. Even at an awkward angle, he’s able to maneuver into you with ease that shows off his experience. Your walls tighten around him and he hums, slamming into you before withdrawing, and changing positions.
Bruno handles you like a ragdoll, tossing you around until he has you on your back with your legs up in the air as he squats over you in a mating press. He grins down at you, hungry eyes boring holes into you as he slaps your pussy with his cock, rubbing his semen around. He clenches his jaw shut, moaning in the back of his throat as he slowly sinks himself into you. Your eyes roll back, mouth salivating uncontrollably as he buries himself balls deep into you. This angle allows him to go as deep as he can go.
“Your pussy feels better than I imagined,” he praises, pushing back some of your messy hair out of your face.
“You do too,” you pant.
Bruno warmly smiles down at you, even through his intense thrusts he’s able to show you that softness he’s known for. Then, that smile turns into more of a sly smirk.
“Did you think about me fucking you?” He asks as if he already knows the answer, but he wants to hear it from you.
“Yes- I,” you gasp as he roughly slams into you, holding onto his broad shoulders.
“Say it,” he commands, eyes fierce as he stares down at you.
“I always did, every time I went to bed and when I,” you look away, embarrassed.
“No need to be shy now when my cock is buried deep inside you,” he croons, biting his lower lip as he watches how flustered you’re getting.
“Did you think about me when you rubbed your little clit, hm? Wishing it was my hand instead?” He asks, tone deep as if he’s interrogating you.
Your pussy clenches, and he chuckles lowly, “I guess that’s a yes.”
“You’re so cute and sexy. I always imagined stuffing my dick inside your tight cunt, and have my seed drip out of you,” he growls, face so close you can feel his hot breath on your skin.
“Please, I need it, please cum in me,” brows knitting together as you beg.
He huffs, and holds your thighs down, splitting you further for his thick cock. His facade fades away, face now plastered with a desperate need of release. Bruno snakes his hand up your body, squeezing your breast on the way. Wrapping his big hand around your neck, he squeezes gently and puts his index finger into your mouth. You moan, eagerly sucking it as drool seeps out.
“Oh fuck, such a slut,” he pants, causing your pussy to throb.
Soon, his thrusts turn into vigorous poundings, squelching sounds emitting from the two of you as his seed mixes with your juices.
“Such a slut for my cock,” he breathes out, his grip on your throat tightening as he fucks you harder into the bed.
“Let me feel your pussy grip my cock,” he commands.
As if he can control your body, your pussy tries to close in around him as it spasms. Bruno moans, choking you to the point of barely being able to breathe. The combination of being choked, his words, and especially his relentless drilling throws you off the edge again. You almost lose consciousness, air escapes your lungs as stars replace your vision. After a pause, you scream as your body trembles, euphoria coursing through your veins. Bruno slams into you and slows his thrusts as he spurts his semen into you in thick ropes. He meets your lips in an open-mouthed kiss, tongues mingling as you two moan in harmony. He rocks into you as your walls drag him in for every last drop of his seed.
“You’re milking me so well, cara,” he says, leaning back to watch your stretched out cunt pulse around his cock.
Bruno pulls out and grabs the base of his cock, gathering the semen that has dripped out of you and thrusting it back in. You watch, mouth agape as you rest on your elbows.
“So perfect,” he murmurs to himself.
Your mouth waters watching his cock bounce as he sits back on his haunches, observing your well-used body appreciatively.
Bruno catches your eye, “do you want more, amore?” He grins, crooking his finger at you.
You mindlessly crawl over to him, throwing your hair to the side and licking up his wet cock. You hum upon tasting the bitterness of his cum, lapping it up like if it were honey. He moans as you suck his sensitive tip, cock flexing with interest. Ducking down, you slurp up the leftover semen on his balls, making him thrust up against your face.
“If you keep going I’m gonna have to fuck you again,” he pulls you off of him, bringing your face up to his own.
“Well, it’s still storming outside,” you say, smiling up at his big blue eyes.
Bruno lifts you up onto his lap, wrapping protective arms around you as his cock rests against your navel.
“Take a seat then.”