Chapter 39
Camillo Vicari
July, 2025
Castello dell’Fiero, Calabria, Italy
As soon as I arrived at the villa, I dragged myself upstairs, longing for the comfort of my shower. The cuts on my face and the skinned knuckles on my hands throbbed, and I needed the hot water to soothe them and help me forget everything that had happened.
But there was that annoying detail again.
I opened the door to the room next to mine, hearing water running and a cracking voice yelling, “EXCUSE ME, YOU LOOK LIKE YOU LOVE ME! YOU LOOK LIKE YOU WANT ME TO WANT YOU TO COME ON HOME!" I shook my head, giving up on trying to decipher the American woman's behavior, and stopped by the open bathroom door while she continued her singing.
Fortunately, the villa was spacious enough that no one else could hear her, because I didn't feel like paying my men compensation for hearing damage.
I leaned my shoulder against the doorframe and crossed my arms over my chest, torn between exhaustion, disbelief, and amusement. Her small figure frolicked on the other side of the fogged shower glass, her movements resembling those of a flea on a dog's back. I chuckled, and she continued to sing and dance.
Realizing that she had disobeyed me and stripped my scent from her skin, I took the holster from my waist and placed it on one of her bedside tables, and began to remove my clothes piece by piece.
“EXCUSE ME, YOU LOOK LIKE YOU LOOOOOOOVE ME!”
I laughed at what she most likely called singing and, completely naked, opened the glass door and stepped into the stall, finding her body with her back to me, her ass wiggling as she lathered her hair. I grunted softly. No wonder Senator Jones had managed to catch her that night.
Her survival instinct was on par with that of a potato.
With malice drawing a half-smile on my face, I slid my finger along the line of her spine and she jumped like a cat, colliding with the wall and letting out a horrified scream.
“GOD FUCKING DAMN IT!” I grabbed her arm, preventing her from crashing to the floor just in time. “Damn you, you Italian motherfucker—” She stopped her torrent of insults and her eyes widened, foam dripping down her face. “Whathappened to you?” she asked, reaching out to touch the wounds on my face.
I didn't let her.
I grabbed both her wrists and twisted her arms behind her back. Without hesitation, without questions or second thoughts, I pressed my body against hers and captured her lips with mine. I inhaled the scent of shampoo mixed with her scent, and my cock hardened as soon as she parted her lips and let out a moan.
Our tongues met, and I tasted her as if she were the oxygen I needed.
Maybe she was.
I deepened the kiss voraciously, our tongues brushing against each other and our saliva becoming one. My cock pressed against her soft abdomen, and I couldn't wait to bury myself inside her.
But first, that mouth.
“Kneel,” I demanded, and she responded with a confused blink.Dio.Under the hot water, her skin was even more desirable. Her lips, swollen from kissing, seemed to beg me to fuck her mouth until she was breathless. “On your knees, Daisy.”
I saw the slow movement of her throat. “I—I don't know how. I've never—”
I raised an eyebrow and slid my thumb across her lips. She parted them, and I sank my finger inside. “No teeth.” I murmured with a smile, my cock throbbing as the warm walls of her mouth closed around my finger and her tongue flattened against it, sucking it. “That's it.” I purred, feeling the pressure inmy testicles increase.Dio. She was driving me crazy with every second. I removed my finger from her lips and commanded, “On your knees.”
Daisy descended very slowly and,porca puttana, never took her eyes off me. Her nipples looked like little thorns under the warm water, erect and pink. Her face was millimeters from my cock.
I stroked its length with my hand. “Stick out your tongue,” I demanded, and my cock throbbed again as I watched her slowly stick her pink tongue out of her mouth, ready for me. I stroked myself one last time, pre-cum glistening on the tip. I placed it on Daisy's warm, wet tongue, unable to contain a moan of pure pleasure, and slid a little into her mouth. “Suck,” I ordered, and she obeyed, her lips closing around the head of my penis, sucking it greedily.
I wrapped her soaked hair around my hand and guided her. First, I let her get used to my size. I had never been a small man and had always been aware of that. Then, when half of my cock was inside her mouth, I started fucking her shamelessly.
Daisy placed her hands on my hips and took it like the good girl she was. Her breathing was rapid and tears ran down her face, mixing with the shower water, but she didn't stop sucking my cock.
I slowed down and pushed deeper into her mouth. I wanted to fuck every hole in that body until I was exhausted, fill her with my cum until our DNA was mixed together.
As soon as I touched the back of her throat, I saw her gasping for air. “Breathe through your nose... That's right. Good girl.” I murmured, pulling her hair lightly to force her to look at me. “Now, swallow... That's it...” I asked and continued to push into her until I was completely buried inside her throat.
