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“This is our room,” Bruno says dryly, the word our making his heart skip a beat.
Swiping the keycard, Bruno opens the door and lets you in first like he usually does. He eyes your meek expression as you scan the only bed in the room. Usually, his gentlemanly side would offer to sleep on the floor, but with his racing thoughts, he doesn’t. For once, selfishness motivates his decisions. He knows you’d refuse anyway, but deep down he wants to sleep with you— No, sleep in the same bed with you. Swallowing down his train of thought, his suit suddenly feels too tight around his neck as he sets down both of your bags. Shutting and locking the door, Bruno instantly turns around and sticks a finger inside his collar, and pulls it away from his Adam’s apple to relieve his heated skin. A click of a lamp is the only thing heard in the room as the two of you seemingly refuse to talk let alone look at each other during this awkward circumstance. Bruno is always able to find a hotel room with two beds, but tonight the only available room is one that only has one bed.
Clearing his throat, he speaks up, “You can shower first, bella,” he says, unpacking his pajamas and toiletries.
“Are you sure? I’ll take longer than you,” you reply with a caring tone.
Bruno smiles to himself at your thoughtfulness, “Enjoy the hot water.”
You stare at Bruno’s back, admiring the broadness of his shoulders. The zipper detail on the back of his suit once again captures your attention, staring at the ‘V’ that further accentuates his wide shoulders. Bruno turns around and your eyes widen, feeling like you’ve been caught doing something wrong. He raises an eyebrow at you, knowing you haven’t moved.
“What is it?” He asks, quickly dropping the things in his hands back into his duffle bag to attend to you if needed.
“Oh no, nothing,” you respond, blush growing on your cheeks. Grabbing your essentials, you briskly disappear into the adjoined bathroom.
Minutes pass by and Bruno hasn’t moved from his position at the end of the bed, lost in his thoughts. He’s been like this lately, always spacing out but no one can figure out why. It’s you, plaguing his mind like a disease he can’t get rid of no matter how hard he tries and denies his feelings. It doesn’t help that you’re showering, too. The running water causes his thoughts to spiral down into a hole he can’t get himself out of. Groaning, he plops down on the bed, his pants growing tight from the scenarios he’s making up in his head. He tried batting away the indecent images in his head, but quickly decided it’s useless as they just keep getting stronger and stronger the more he denies them. Staring at the ceiling, he wonders how soft your skin would feel under his palms, how you would react to him kissing and touching you. If you would moan out his name if he thrust too hard— His head whips to the opening door, watching you come out with wet hair and a towel in your arms. He shoots back up, and crosses his legs, resting his elbow on his knee to cover the evidence of the indecent imaginative thoughts.
“I tried to hurry,” you say, sitting down on your side of the bed.
Bruno smiles, but it slowly fades the moment he notices what you’re wearing. A silk camisole trimmed with lace and matching shorts, ones that are too short to be showing to your Capo. His heart thrums faster and he sighs, standing up to head into the bathroom. After shutting the door, he sighs louder as he lets the biting thoughts flourish. Unconsciously, his hand gravitates to his crotch and palms the hot outline of his erection. Rolling his lips between his teeth, he leans on the counter with his other hand while grinding against his other. Inhaling sharply, he looks into the mirror at his disheveled appearance, guilt immediately consuming him. Not like this. Rolling his eyes, he the water on and unzips the collar of his white dotted suit. For once he’s glad to have the water run cold for his shower.
Slowly opening the doorknob, Bruno is careful not to make too much noise as he thinks you’d be asleep by now. Poking his head out, he sees you lying in bed with your back facing him. God, even the mere sight of your back makes his heart pump. He walks over to the bed and shuts off the light with minimal noise. Soon, he realizes you’re actually facing him as he slips underneath the blankets. No problem, he’ll just… turn over… but your face is too adorable to do that. His damp hair pokes his face while watching you sleep, a goofy smile growing on his lips. Bruno beams hearing you breathe in and out so delicately, how your body moves slightly to accommodate the expansion of your lungs. Reaching out, he lightly brushes your cheek with a finger, making you whine in your sleep. He retracts it instantly and you roll over onto your other side with a groan. It was nice while it lasted.
Left to wallow in his thoughts, his eyes roam over the curves of your waist and hip. The moon casts a ray of light onto your bare shoulder, alighting the fine hairs on it. He wishes to run the tips of his fingers on them, but refrains. The chilly midnight air is calm except for the comforting crashing waves outside the window. Bruno is thankful he was able to at least get a hotel room near the sea. The peaceful swishes of the waves slowly lull him to sleep like a sweet lullaby. He sighs contently, now he can fall asleep fast and not have to deal with his running thoughts.
Right as the dream world is about to grab him from reality, he feels your body press up against his front. Alerted eyes shoot open and roll over to your neck and ear as you hum in satisfaction. Carefully, he cranes his neck up to see if you’re still asleep. You are, and painfully cute as you do so. Frozen in place, Bruno is hesitant to even breathe at this point, in fear of waking you in a compromising position. What do I do? He thinks as you nuzzle further into him. The mafioso’s heart is thrumming like a fast-paced drum, practically bouncing out of his chest. The smell of your natural scent invades him and inhales it longingly. Both rows of thick lashes meet as his eyes shut, an eager hand moves from its folded position to your hip from beneath the blankets. Your heat radiates through the silk, the combination of sensations feels amazing under his fingers. Bruno’s fingertips graze the lace hem, feeling the soft patches of skin between the intricate holes. His breath hitches knowing he can’t stop his hand from going further down and touching your bare thigh.
Dark, thick brows knit together in frustration, even just touching your thigh is sending him into an abyss of arousal. Saliva floods his tongue, his mouth salivating upon feeling your soft, fleshy thigh. His thickness grows in his underwear, the long protrusion gradually pushing into your ass. Clenching his jaw, his dazed mind lapses further in judgment and pulls you close by the waist. Hot breath spreads across your ear and neck while breathing you in and involuntarily bucking his hips into you. He squeezes your waist with need, entirely desperate for you. Plump lips make their way to your neck, his blue orbs scanning the side of your face for any sign of movement. Kissing your neck with feathery light grazes, he hums in delight from your scent, basking in you. The combined silk garments you’re both adorned in make his movements glide with such ease, his cock can’t help but grow rapidly. The poor aching erection begs to be released from its confines, begging to be buried in your tight warmth. No, but, this is entirely inappropriate, and— Then you moan, rubbing your ass into the attention-seeking erection. Bruno’s lips part with a groan in your ear, waking you from your slumber.
“Bruno?” Your small groggy voice arouses him.
The hints of lust in your voice ignites his senses on all ends. Bruno huskily whispers your name back into your ear, sending shivers down your spine. It takes you a while to realize what the protrusion is behind you and the pool of slick that’s slipping out of your panties. Leaning up, he slides his arm below your neck and stares at you reverently. Dark, oceanic eyes gaze down into your sleepy ones. No words need to be exchanged as two bodies share an equal understanding. Long lashes cast down his high cheekbones as his hooded lids gaze down at your lips. Closer and closer, he moves until his tall nose pokes yours before poking your cheek, sliding past your own nose. Full lips skim the top of yours, ghosting over your mouth. Bruno presses his lips to yours and hums deep in his throat in satisfaction. Your lips finally join his and they’re softer than he could have ever imagined.
“Sei così bella, non riesco proprio a tenere le mani a posto,” he breathes, luscious lips ghosting over yours before deepening the kiss. (You're so beautiful, I just can't keep my hands to myself.)
Your lips against his are addicting. The way your mouths meld perfectly to one another, the way your small moans vibrate through his mouth is maddening. A lingering kiss slowly parts before Bruno moves to be on top of you rather than beside you. Fitting between your lovely thighs, he lies on you, your eyes widening at what presses against your center. He huffs a sigh, resuming the kiss in a greedy manner. Large hands fly to your sides, caressing your lovable curves underneath the silk. Tilting his head, his tongue pokes your bottom lip, and you part for entrance. He adoringly gazes at you, his eyes clouded with lust as his tongue swipes across yours. You moan, a wanton one, your arousal consuming you on the spot from his experienced tongue. Lifting his head with curiosity, the pale moonlight gleams on the side of his face and makes one of his eyes glow to a brilliant shade of blue. His pupil takes most of the space within his iris, but the burning blue ring around it radiates.
Bruno ducks down to your jaw, smooching it with a smack traveling lower to your neck. His tall nose drags along your skin as does his mouth, he wants to feel you with every part of his body. Hands ascend the sides of your stomach, scrunching up the fabric of your tank top. Broad palms hug your body like they were made to fit you, molding to every dip and mound. Bruno touches you like he wants to have your body memorized in his hands, like a muscle memory he can never get rid of. Nuzzling the crook of your neck, he litters kisses all over the column, hoping he can find a sweet spot of yours. A gasp bursts out of you the second his lips skim a particular area, and he goes in earnestly. Greedy lips suction at your sensitive flesh, tenderly sucking the skin into a hickey. You squirm and whine underneath his strong body, your hips swiveling and nestling the outline of his cock. His mouth waters before licking your neck with the breadth of his tongue, covering a wide area in a desperate attempt to taste you.
The tips of his fingers reach the bottom crease of your breasts, lingering there for a moment. Then, finally, he moves forth and encases your breasts with a rapacious grasp. His breath hitches severely, your ear catching every minute sound coming from his mouth. Your legs wrap around his slim waist, pulling him in closer. Bruno starts to fully grind into you, groaning, and feeling the warmth of your core. Kneading your breasts fondly, he revels in your soft, muffled moans. Wandering thumbs brush past your already hard nipples, making you jolt with a shock of arousal shooting through you like lightning. The neediest moan escapes you, surprising both you and Bruno. A drawled out expletive lingers on his tongue after your moan dies down, showing just how much he’s resisting devouring you whole. Fingers close around your buds, pinching them softly. Your moans grow louder, and he smiles, realizing just how sensitive you are. He twists them, gauging your reactions as his fingers alternate between pinching and twisting. Rising on his elbows, Bruno sighs and glances at the white curtains covering the window before looking back at you.
“Is this appropriate?” He suddenly asks, searching your eyes for the answer.
“No, it’s not, Capo,” you respond boldly.
Plush lips part with raised brows, he looks at you with slight surprise in his face masked by an authoritative expression. A twinge to his cock springs through it, memories of imagining you calling him that rushing to his mind.
“Do you want to be inappropriate with your Capo?” He croons, smirking over you like a big cat.
Nodding, your brows scrunch while his hand plays with the hem of your shorts. Bruno’s heart swells at your adorable expression and he kisses you bruisingly, tongue whirling around yours with an avid need to be close to you. Though, he departs from you, breathless as his hands fly to remove your tank top. You help him by sitting up and lifting your arms while he pulls the silk top off you. His eyes gleam lasciviously at your bare torso, admiring your form. You’re perfect, your size, shape, everything. Before you can lie back down, he lays a hand on your back, forcing you to sit in his lap and be flush to his torso. Bruno rests on his haunches and rests his forehead on your own, connecting his mouth with yours. Heated and sloppy, he kisses you while you unbutton his pajama top. Warm, tanned skin makes itself known as you skim down his body, feeling every sinewy muscle. Your eyes widen as he stands up on the bed, and you hold onto him tightly. Swiftly removing his pants and underwear in one go, he chuckles at how you’re clinging to him for stability. His hardness springs free and whacks your folds from below, making both of you moan.
Grabbing your ass, he sits back down with a bounce, making you both laugh before Bruno impatiently resumes the kiss. It seems he wants to always be close to you, to have his lips on you some way or another. The man is insatiable. Curling his fingers underneath your shorts, he pulls them down with your panties down your legs. Upon seeing your pubic mound, he abandons on one of your calves in favor of attending your warmth. With one hand at the small of your back, his middle finger runs up your dripping slit while staring into your eyes. Bruno hisses between his teeth, scowling at how wet you are. More than anything now, he wants to bury himself in you.
“You’re this wet for your Capo?” He murmurs against your cheek, splitting your folds apart and spreading your slick around.
Moaning, you break away from the kiss and relish the way his fingers flit through your folds. They’re bigger than yours, covering more area than you’re used to. Bruno’s cock throbs with need, your pussy feels so warm and wet from the outside, he wonders how you feel from the inside. Your arms desperately hold onto his muscled back, trying to get a hold of yourself as he plays with your pussy. Bruno tilts down and watches himself touch your sweet, drenched cunt. The stars must have aligned tonight, even the sliver of moonlight shines on the slick string that follows his fingers, highlighting your arousal. A smoldering scowl paints his face, he’s in pure bliss without even being inside you. His index and ring finger embed themselves between your outer and inner labia while his middle stays buried near your hole. Running his hand up and down, his whole hand grinds on your pussy. You squeal in his ear, your entrance tightening beneath his finger. Bruno elicits a curse in his mother tongue, now he really can’t take it anymore.
Bruno sinks his middle into you, the digit being bigger than your own, it stretches you more than what you’re used to with your own. Observing you, he hisses at your tightness that consumes his digit. You’re both on cloud nine, your nails digging into his golden skin, panting and moaning for him just like he had imagined. Your folds meet the top of his palm and he swirls the long appendage inside you. Kissing you eagerly, your lips move within the kiss, between his top and bottom. Bruno takes the opportunity to pull your bottom lip into his mouth, biting on it. Pulling his finger out, he pushes back in with more force, a vulgar squelch filling the room. Your body tightens around his finger, and he sighs at the feeling he’s been longing for.
His body forces you back down on your back, his lips traveling down your neck. Silky, black locks tickle you, dragging down from your clavicle to your breasts. His bottom lip moves past your nipple, stopping as his top rests above it. Closing his mouth around your bud, your walls clamp down on his finger, making him groan against your skin. Hot breath fans over your breast as he sucks at your nipple while knuckle deep in you. Bruno is engrossed in you, the erection between his legs grows more and more painful. Your body, your reactions, the way you can’t keep still as he fingers you. His tongue runs circles around your nipple while pulling out his finger, another one quickly joining. You squeal from the stretch, grabbing his wrist tightly.
“You’re so small here,” he exhales, his eyes rolling back while smoothing over your nipple with his thorough tongue.
Fingers scissor within you when he hilts, trying to stretch you out for something much bigger. Switching to your other nipple, he begins to finger you faster, rubbing your walls in all the right places. Bruno’s thumb presses your clit, rubbing it while finger fucking you. A lustful moan leaves your mouth, pulling him up for a desperate kiss, and he reciprocates with unmatched fervor. Spit pools from the corners of your mouth from the sloppy kiss, though Bruno doesn’t mind as he laps it up. Retracting his fingers, he lays three on your clit and rubs meticulously. Breaking the kiss, he watches for your expressions, needing to know how you like to be pleased. His face almost mimics you as it scrunches and gapes back at you like a mirror. He’s enjoying this almost more than you it seems. His chest heaves as does yours, his eyes wandering down your body to marvel at the spectacle between your legs. Spread thighs welcome his large hand, the size dwarfing your cunt as it rubs you down. The nippy air contrasts between the wetness on the back of his fingers and the warm squish on his pads.
A particular high-pitched mewl snaps his attention back to your face with a swish of his hair, the blunt ends sticking to his sharp jawline. The rims of your eyes water as you cover your mouth with your hand, embarrassed that your Capo is doing this to your body. The very corners of his lips curl up, hurling you over the edge with the increase of pace. The nasty squish underneath his hand is almost as loud as your moans, though, it only adds to his beating arousal. Bruno is able to hold off for a long time as he’s experienced enough, but with you, he feels like he might paint you sooner than later. You avert your eyes as the pressure in your core multiplies, your walls beginning to slowly pulsate.
“Look at me,” he demands raspily, his voice hasty and eyes pleading.
The authoritative tone gets your attention immediately, the commanding order reminiscent of the same orders you comply with at work. The formidable expression on his face reminds you who’s touching you right now, who’s giving you pleasure. Furrowed brows rise as your face contorts from the first signs of release. Bruno’s heart pounds with inexplicable radiance, overwhelmed by the fact that your obedient body responds so graciously. Your sweet moans stop just for a second, the slippery sounds of friction between your legs taking the main stage before you erupt with a cry. Bruno becomes breathless watching you cum from his fingers alone, completely and utterly captivated by you. A hard kiss smacks into you as he rides out your orgasm for you, delivering you shock after shock of pleasure.
A quivering body soon calms as does the hand that slowly eases off. Viscous strings follow his hand like webs before they break apart, snapping back down to your folds. Instantly, Bruno gazes down at you, seemingly more pent up than before. The frustrated scowl in his brows deepens the second his wet hand strokes his throbbing erection. He paints his length with your nectar considerably, as does the precum dribbling down his shaft. Now, he has you on his cock, but needs to be inside you. Large hands come to wrap around your thighs to adjust you, the arousal in your gut multiplying as he manhandles you into a position he wants you in. Seeing him in between your legs as his cock stands makes you tingle, almost as much as when the blunt tip nudges your folds. Melodic murmurs drip from his tongue, ones he speaks to himself in affection for you. Though, you’re too caught up in staring at him to make out what he really says, too caught up in those blistering blue eyes of his.
Bruno spreads your thighs up and out as he lowers his body, his hair curtaining around you both. Palms grip the soft sheets below you, his hands nearly shake with energy and excitement. You’ve never seen him like this, not even when he’s in a high-stress fight with a difficult enemy. It seems as though you’re the only one to fluster him this much. Bruno leers down at you like a predator, like he’s ready to tear you apart. The sheets beneath you pull, folding and scrunching under Bruno’s fingers, his knuckles turning white as he lowers his hips. He holds his breath until his cock lays flat on your pussy, gliding up your wetness. Bruno’s hot, heavy length slides up and down your sensitive clit, the blunt tip bulleting through your folds effortlessly. The curved shaft nearly dips into your entrance and he groans, resisting the urge to plunge into you. Huffing, he pauses, only for you to whine in response. Smiling, he lies on top of you and rests on his forearms, cradling your head with his hands. One final pull back and his cock nudges your entrance. Immediately, your walls instinctively tighten.
“Rilassare, amore. It’s just me,” he reassures you, his voice shakey as he restrains from slamming into you and fucking you like a wild beast. (Relax.)
The newly formed pet name sparks your heart aflame, your body easing up at his melodic voice. Bruno kisses your forehead before pushing forth, his head passing through the tightness of your hole. The thickness stretches you, bringing an almost unbearable sting to your walls. You wince and moan, looking up to see Bruno looking at you ardently. His mouth gapes, slowly sinking deeper into your tight warmth. Lowering his forehead on yours, he exhales across your lips. Even though you’re absolutely soaked, he’s still having a hard time entering you. Your small fingers dig into his toned biceps, trying your best to adjust. Withdrawing, he presses back in, this time going deeper. You gasp and roll your eyes back, even him just doing that feels euphoric. As he plunges in, his girth seems to get thicker, and your eyes widen in surprise. You look down between your legs and see he’s only halfway in. Smirking, he kisses your cheek before giving you an apologetic look.
“You’re so tight, carina. I have to be careful not to tear you apart,” he murmurs.
Your pussy clamps down on him from his words, whining and looking away.
“I don’t mind,” you say shyly.
Bruno’s eyes narrow, “Oh, is that so?”
You give him a small nod and he grins. With that, Bruno fully sinks the entirety of his length in you. A sharp cry spills from your gaped mouth, apologetic blue orbs scan your face.
“Stai bene?” He asks concerningly, strain in his voice. (Are you okay?)
Nodding, your grip on his back tightens as he grinds in circles. It feels like you’re too full down there, your walls on the verge of ripping in the best way possible. A guttural growl rips from his throat, kissing you hard while pulling completely out. His hips drive back towards you, filling you up once more. Bruno can’t believe this is happening, he feels like he’s in a dream, one he’s had many times. Though this time it’s better than some dream he can’t fully experience. To finally be inside your molten, plush walls is setting him on fire. Skin on skin gently slaps against together while Bruno fucks you like he’s been wanting to, a steady but firm pace. He craved you for so long and to finally have you is driving him to insanity. He increases the tempo with desperation, causing the bed to creak.
“Cazzo,” he curses, getting caught up in you as he nuzzles his face into your neck. His lips wrap around your pulse point, sucking harshly in hopes to leave a mark to prove this wasn’t a dream. “Voglio fotterti su tutto,” he growls, slamming into you. (I want to fuck you on everything.)
Bruno pauses and pulls you up into his lap and hoists your legs over the crook of his arms. Sitting on his knees, he palms your ass and swings you up and down his cock. Having no choice but to submit to his rough force, you hold onto him while your body jostles in the air. An adorning but lustful smile creeps onto his face as he watches you take his rapid drives.
“Have you thought about this before?” He asks breathlessly.
Whining, you immediately bury your head in his muscled chest. Bruno’s smirk widens, humming as he slows his rhythm.
“I have thought about this countless times, dolcezza,” he admits, dragging your cunt to the tip of his cock. “Kissing you, making you moan, having you on your knees for me, tasting you,” his words lengthen out to a low rumble, his voice reverberating through your chest. “I always adored you,” he sighs, thrusting into you while simultaneously moving you up and down his dick. “Voglio che tu sia mia, amore.” (I want you to be mine, love.)
“Please,” you whimper, your lungs practically give out from the ferocity of his thrusts. “Only yours,” you pant as he crashes against you.
Bruno hums at your response, his heart growing ten times bigger than it already feels. Your world moves as he picks you up and walks you over to what you think is the desk of the room. His vulgar words from earlier ring true. With a smug expression, Bruno pulls out of you with a squelch and you feel empty as ever. The small pout on your face makes him laugh through his nose, his long lashes casting down at you. Plush lips linger on you before firm hands turn your hips around, making you face the wall— But it’s not a wall as you’re met with your blush ridden cheeks and frazzled hair. A mirror. Bruno gazes at you through the mirror, kissing your neck and shoulder. The luscious kisses scatter down your shoulder blades as he lowers. On his way down, he pecks your spine all the way down to your ass. Giving a ravenous squeeze to it, he kisses each cheek before fully crouching.
You hold your breath as warm hands grip your cheeks and spread them apart. Bruno sighs seeing your pussy drool down your inner thigh, the honey-like substance tempting him. Leaning in, he laps up the trickling fluid, groaning in satisfaction. Pushing on your lower back, he makes you arch for him, making your lower half present itself fully to him. His thumbs pull apart your lips before licking your spread slit with the breadth of his tongue, covering the entirety of you. With eyes rolling back, Bruno finally tastes you after longing for it, savoring the sweetness that coats his tongue. Your hips instinctively swing up as you lower yourself on the desk, gripping whatever you can.
“Come ci si sente ad avere la lingua del capo sulla fica?” He asks, knowing full well you thought of this before. (How does it feel to have your Capo’s tongue on your pussy?)
You whimper his name, his tongue glides up your slimy folds, gathering the slick that’s dripping down on his tongue. You taste so good, so perfect. He can eat you out all day and night if he could. Bruno’s tongue cups you, the top of it rubbing your clit. His tall nose pokes your flesh, running up and down as he undulates his head while eating you out thoroughly. Bruno doesn’t miss one single area of you, moving his eager tongue through every crevice, conspicuously devouring you. Flattening his tongue, he moves his head side to side, sliding the wet muscle across your cunt. With every moan you elicit, every minute movement of your body, his cock flexes with a fierce need to get back in you. But, he’s practically drunk off your taste alone. Removing his tongue, Bruno rubs your slick on the roof of his mouth while he stares at your messy hole.
“Adoro il tuo sapore, potrei mangiarti fuori per il resto dei miei giorni e ancora non essere soddisfatto,” he praises wholeheartedly, the view in front of his glazed over eyes stunning him into a trance. (I love the taste of you, I could eat you out for the rest of my days and still not be satisfied.)
The scowl between his brows intensifies as he digs in for more. This time, his thumbs pull back the very edge of your opening, spreading it and inserting the tip of his tongue into your twitching entrance. You squeal and double over the desk, your clammy palms skidding across the wood. The entire muscle nearly sinks itself in you, wriggling around and feeling your walls trembling. Fingers press into the flesh of your ass, enthusiastic while his tongue fucks you. Your sweet slick coats the wicked muscle thickly, aiding the smooth plunges. Bruno’s tongue twirls and thrusts inside your pussy, dragging over a sensitive spot. Groans and hums reverberate through your body, sending shivers throughout you. Bruno lifts one of your thighs and props it on the desk, displaying your entirety. Your lower back arches to almost a painful angle with your weight on the tips of your toes.
With a groan, he pops off you with a lewd noise, strings sticking to his wet lips as he stares at them in amazement. Wrapping wet lips around your clit, your lower body jitters from the overwhelming suction. Bruno secures the back of your thighs, his thumbs still pulling you apart for his lips to fit between your folds. He eats you out like a meal, his nails clawing your skin and pressing your bottom into his face. Focusing on sucking and licking your clit, he feels your cunt flex on his mouth. Stopping to lick down your labia, he sucks on the flesh before going back and swirling circles around your sensitive nub. Thick drops of slick fall down his chin, creating a mess he’ll proudly wear as a trophy. You gulp and whine feeling his nose dig into your slit, his eyes rolling back. Your core is beginning to unravel for the second time tonight, tightening and untightening as you feel yourself close in.
Bruno’s relentless tongue swipes across your clit, alternating between sucking and licking as he gets in a euphoric zone. Though he’s below you, you’re left helpless to the famished actions of his, unable to move as he handles you with absolute control. The eagerness he exudes plummets you into a spiral of pleasure, arching off the desk. Bruno’s groans turn into moans the second yours pitch higher, getting off on your pleasure. Your body seizes, quivering as your entire body washes with mind-numbing euphoria. Feeling your cunt pulse on his tongue almost sends him off the edge himself, his cock bobbing uncontrollably in the air as precum leaks down onto the floor. Growling, he follows the involuntary movements of your hips, making sure to leave his mouth on the expanse of your saturated pussy. Bruno departs with a lingering lick to your hole, licking his lips to further savor your addicting taste.
Standing up, he pulls you up by the neck and turns you to kiss you hard. Bruno dips lower before grabbing your hips with a bruising hold and quickly sheathes himself back inside you, where he belongs. Your eyes snap open to his already intense ones, mewling at how engorged he feels inside you. Your velvety walls still pulsate from post-orgasm as they cling to the stiffness that pumps inside you. He makes you turn back around and meet his stare in the mirror, his full lips curling ever so slightly at the shy expression on your face. So cute. Sublime plushness encompasses him as he moves in and out impetuously, his blue eyes glued to you in the mirror. His nose, lips, and chin glisten with translucency, reflecting the moonlight that has moved towards that side of the room due to the time passed.
“Look at us,” he says, his jaw hanging open while his eyes flicker between the beautiful view in the mirror and down below where his cock disappears in your pussy.
Your brows knit before you look away, but he grabs your jaw and neck, forcing you to look at him in the mirror.
“Look at you getting fucked by your Capo,” he snarls in your ear, his mouth staying on it as his drives turn forceful.
You cry out, holding onto his arms that hold you against him. His hips roll into you, making you see stars as he hits spots within you that you didn’t know you had.
“You’re so gorgeous, inside and out,” he pants in your ear, kissing the crest of it before closing his eyes in pleasure. “Come potrei non volerti scopare?” (How could I not want to fuck you?)
“Bruno,” you whine, your body responding to him in kind as your insides grip him like a vice.
His hips incessantly ram against your ass, creating smacks that rip through the air. The top of your thighs hit the desk repeatedly, the telephone on top threatening to fall over. Your lungs feel like they’re going to give out as he snatches the air from them from his violent crashes. Loud clatter bounces off the walls as the telephone tumbles down, heightening both of your arousals as the two of you realize just how intense your fucking is. The crease in his brows intensifies as he slams into you fiercely before pausing. A hot, toned body heaves behind you while he reluctantly withdraws. Panting, he picks you up bridal style and walks to the bed.
Bruno sets you down carefully, contrasting the harsh way he’s staring at you. Crawling over you, he spreads your legs, placing your ankles on top of his shoulders. Inhaling sharply, he enters you again and begins a steady but fierce pace. Your body being folded in half gives him an angle that pierces you deep, the top of his muscled thighs smack against the back of yours. His cock repeatedly drags against your sweet spots, feeding your already building orgasm. Your tongues intertwine in an open-mouthed kiss, burning with passion as he pounds you feverishly into the mattress. The bedframe bumps the wall, as do your bodies bump and jolt into one another, colliding in a blissful ceremony. Bruno leaves your mouth for air, resting his hot cheek on yours.
His pushes become more and more furious as your pussy coaxes him into release. Moving your strained legs down and over his waist, Bruno fucks you urgently, his cock beating in tandem with his heart. His thrusts become short, not being able to fully pull out as his need for release grows by the second. Plump lips roam across your neck and down your chest where he finds your nipples. Bruno laps over your bud before sucking it harshly. Your hands fly to his jet black locks, running your hands through them as you writhe underneath his heavy body. Your lower half begins to unravel once more, feeling like you’re about to burst into flames.
“Are you gonna cum on your Capo’s cock?” He coos, flicking your other nipple.
Your lewd moan eggs him on, his hips frantically fucking into you with such fervor the bedframe sounds like it will break. Bruno meets you in for a carnal kiss, eating up your moans and pleas as you do the same. Finally, Bruno feels your cunt clamp down around his thrusting cock, and he growls hotly. Twitching inside you, the last sensible part of his brain wonders where he should cum.
“Posso venire dentro?” He pants out, his hair swaying. (Can I cum inside?)
Nodding earnestly, you pull him close to you and Bruno hums into the kiss he gives you. Over and over, he hits you just right, slamming against your sweet spot deep within. The way your walls are closing in on his thick cock makes him snap into you wildly.
“Fuck,” he spits, knocking the air out of you while you clench on him.
Bruno holds your waist for leverage, easily controlling your smaller body in order to meet his wild thrusts. His pressing thumbs dig into your ribs roughly, surely leaving bruised imprints for later. He can’t help but be in awe of you as he watches you jostle and bounce around because of him. Jaw slacked and lips wet from continuously licking them, Bruno looks like he’s right on the verge of release. And just watching him fuck you rigorously while simultaneously getting off on you throws you into a flooding pool of ecstasy. Nearly screaming, your pussy squeezes him intensely. The girthy shaft surrounded by plush walls hardens as it slips in and out, a surge of blood rushing to the tip. Your body arches beautifully below him, your breasts baring for him. His arm quickly catches the middle of your back, right where the arch is and holds you up against his hard body. Strained muscles coil and twist under tan skin, your softer form molding to his statuesque body. Bruno cages you against him with his arms, hugging you tightly as he pounds you against the strong resistance of his arms. Your smaller, softer body feels like a ragdoll in his tight embrace as he manhandles you.
Bruno’s body flexes instantly. His abs ripple while breathing heavily, veins on his biceps and forearms popping out as they claw at your form with sheer carnal intent to bury his semen deep inside you. With his hair messy and swaying, his body viscerally fucks you, nearly forgetting you’re as soft as you are as he grips you violently. Bruno scowls like he’s experiencing the best pleasure he’s ever had, grimacing while painting your insides. Plump lips give way to a string of expletives in his mother tongue, dripping from his tongue like a saccharine, vulgar prayer.
“Bruno,” you whine, burying yourself in his muscled chest.
Moans rupture into an amatory symphony as blazing bodies coalesce. Bruno falls on top of you and you curl into his body, your limbs holding onto him desperately as your own body rides the wave of release. He pumps in copious amounts of cum, his shaft throbbing and pulsing with each thick spurt. A greedy hand slides down from your back to your ass, pushing it down to further bury his throbbing cock in you. The ridge underneath his length rhythmically pulsates wildly, stretching the elastic piece of skin at the beginning of your entrance. Balls deep in you, they throb against your bottom as the last remnants of his orgasm hit him. He sniffles and looks up at you adoringly, smiling warmly even as dribbles of cum leak out of you both.
With one hand on your waist, his other cups your cheek and wipes away a falling tear down your temple. Like a magnet, Bruno’s lips connect to yours in an impassioned kiss, one that conveys all of his emotions. Bruno litters kisses down your cheek and jaw, laying his plush lips down your neck. Inhaling your scent, he gives a few kitten licks to your skin. Your scent is intoxicating, he can’t get enough of you. He thrusts lazily, his still hard length pulsing every so often. The wet squish brings a blush to your face as he moans lowly, marveling at the way your walls still hug him as he pushes his cum in you.
“Y/n,” he breathes, leaning up to your ear.
You hum in response, but he sighs and rests on his elbows.
“Mi fai impazzire,” he chuckles lightly and kisses your forehead. “Ti ho fatto male?” He asks, searching your body for any signs of bruising. (You drive me crazy.) (Did I hurt you?)
“A little, but I’m okay,” you reassure him, smiling up at him like some goddess.
Is he ever speechless of your beauty. Bruno huffs a laugh at his own thoughts and drops his head, his heart seemingly beating faster than when he was fucking you. He looks down at the mess you two caused, his mouth watering at the sight. Bruno lifts his head and searches for the box of tissues you have on your nightstand. Extending to grab a couple, his body displays his chiseled muscles. Noticing you ogling his body, he does the same to you with a smug look. Blue eyes roam the expanse of your chest and stomach, marveling at how you two are still connected. Carefully, he places the tissue below his length and pulls out. He hisses, your walls dragging on him as he withdraws. Bruno tentatively wipes you clean and then himself, throwing away the sodden tissue.
Lying on his side, Bruno pulls you to him, embracing you to his hot body. You take notice that he’s still hard and how he’s pressing against your stomach. Your light whimper makes him snicker and holds you tighter.
“Y/n,” he calls, tilting your chin up to meet his eyes.
“Sono stato innamorato di te,” he breathes, big blue eyes staring right into your soul. “Per molto tempo.” Bruno’s euphonious voice sings with his native tongue, but those words make it sound like he’s serenading you. (I’ve been in love with you.) (For a long time.)
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Your eyes look sad and he sighs.
“Our job doesn’t have time for love, and even if it did it would be difficult. To care for someone in dangerous situations… Ho paura di vederti ferito in generale, ma se fossi il mio amante avrei il cuore spezzato.” Bruno gives you a thin-lipped smile as he returns his eyes on you. “I don't want to get too attached, but… it’s really too late for that,” he laughs. (I’m scared to see you get hurt in general, but if you were my lover I would be heartbroken.)
“I already get hurt, Bruno. It’s something we have to deal with and it shouldn’t stop us from being together,” you say.
His lips part, before closing again. “You’re right, tesoro. I’m more scared of not being able to be with you.”
“Me too,” you muse, smiling at his sweet words.
Your rosy cheeks make him grin at you, his eyes twinkling. Taking your hand, he kisses your knuckles, closing his eyes as his lips meet your fingers. Bruno holds you close and wraps a hand around your nape, kissing you dearly. His tongue quickly slips in, mingling with yours while his hands explore your body with renewed vigor. Lifting your thigh over his hip, he kneads your ass appreciatively.
“I don’t think we’re going to get enough sleep, amore,” he says as he catches a glimpse of the ungodly hour on the alarm clock behind your head.
A giggle bubbles out of you, making him laugh too. Suddenly, the laughter dies down, the two of you silent while his shaft rubs against your sore folds. Bruno clenches his jaw, grinding his length into your slit. The hand on your ass presses down, making you sink down on him. Squealing, your entrance parts for the blunt tip, stretching over him for another round.
“Or none,” he exhales while bottoming out.