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“Please fuck me, Sir,” she breathlessly cried out.
25 Austrian Christmas
He placed his forehead on mine, impatiently staring into my eyes like a ravenous animal. “That's all I needed to hear.”
Placing his fingers on the elastic strings of my thong, I lifted my bottom, assisting him as he slid them delicately down my legs.
“I don't know why you bother wearing panties anymore,” he muttered.
They got stuck on the heel of my shoes. He rolled his eyes, chuckling evilly as he clutched them tightly, jerking them apart in one motion. I heard my panties rip and he stood up with them dangling between his fingertips.
“They broke,” he smirked as he shoved them into his pocket.
I giggled but it was cut short when he grabbed the back of my head, yanking my lips to his for a hungry, fervent kiss. Our tongues swirled in each other's mouths, dancing to a perfect pattern.
Valentino made me absolutely crazy and I was a different person with him around. I was now a sex crazed vixen, thanks to him, and I was proud of it. I unbuckled his belt, getting ready to pull it through the belt loops, but he grabbed my wrist to stop me.
“We don't have time for that,” he whispered through our kiss.
Pulling away from his face, I gave him a sultry, devilish grin, “Then make time, Sir.”
His eyes rolled back, and he sighed, “You're in so much trouble.” Smirking, he pulled his belt off his pants, securing it around my wrists as tightly as he could.
He grabbed the tip of the leather that was dangling down between my hands, jerking me off the counter. I almost fell but he caught me, tugging me over beside the sink. Using his body to push me against the wall, pinning my arms above my head by gripping the belt.
“Don't move,” he commanded as he unfastened his pants, pulling his erection out, then placed it at my throbbing entrance.
I panted with anticipation.
“Don't scream,” he kissed and sucked my neck before grazing my skin with his lips all the way up to my ear.
I moaned, pleading for more of him.
“And most importantly,” he growled, “don't ever tell me how to fuck you unless I ask.”
“Yes, S--.”
He impaled my core and bottomed out before I could fully agree. My eyes watered. I opened my mouth trying to scream.
“Don't you dare, Isabelle,” he whispered, cupping his hand over my mouth, muffling my noises.
“Fuck fuck fuck, Valentino,” I moaned in a low whisper through his palm.
I was pinned tightly between his body and the hard, cold bathroom wall of the restaurant. He removed his hand from my face as he pulled my arms over his head, hooking my bound wrists around his neck. He lifted me off the floor, holding my waist with one hand and reaching down to my button with his other. He began to pinch, rolling my sensitive, pink pearl between his thumb and index finger.
“Oh God!”
“God can't help you now,” he growled as he violently pounded my tunnel repeatedly.
I trembled as the sensation became too much to handle causing me to breathlessly moan, “I can't be quiet.”
He removed his hand from my mound, cupping it over my mouth. I bit the flesh of his palm hard as we both erupted together. He rested his forehead against mine. We panted in unison as we came down off our blissful moment. A bead of sweat dripped down his brow as he ardently kissed me.
He carried me over to the counter, sitting me down. Unhooking my arms from his body, he smirked, noticing that I was still feeling the results of my earth-shattering orgasm as I crossed my legs.
He raised his eyebrows, winking, “You better pull yourself together, my love.”
“T-trying,” I stammered, still panting.
