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I responded to his compliment with a demand, "I wanna ride you."
"Mmmmh. No. I'm fucking you and that's finaaahhh..."
He didn't finish his statement because I cut him short with my other mouth, swallowing his other head. I took it all in and smiled satisfactorily when he was nested deep in me.
"Fucking hell!" he cried out and tried to move, but I pressed him down and stilled his movements. "Fuck you. Sienna. I'm sorry...ahhh fuck!" I had never seen a man so perturbed and I myself had enough already. I began the journey. Since I was facing him, I let him closer to myself so that his mouth had premium access to my aching nipples that hadn't been tended to in so long. He missed them too. I could tell because he devoured them so hungrily, I sobbed in the resulting sensations that electrocuted my spine.
My movement started slow and short. I barely moved just my waist and I had my hot incubating walls clenched tightly around him. Had it not been the growing need that made me quicken my pace and raise the range of thrust I would have loved to rock him in that position till he orgasmed.
Some other time,I told myself as I picked up pace. From slow to fast to just plain pounding.
"Oh, yeah, yeah, yesssss...fuck me senseless...fuck me...ahhh," he groaned amongst other obscenities both in English and Italian.
I, on the other hand, didn't have the medulla to speak. I was too busy concentrating on making sure he was totally milked and his mouth on my nipples didn't help me with that objective.
Without warning, I felt another tip nudging another entrance.
His fingers. My asshole.
"Ales..." Before I could complete his name, his finger invaded my tight hole. The stretch was completely unwelcome, but it was strangely too pleasurable for me to protest against. There was this mixture between discomfort and slight pain that pulled out further wetness from me.
"I want all of you..." he panted, and I nodded in concord. I strayed from the traditional thrusts and began twirling my waist with him inside me. From the way he arched his head and closed his eyes, I was convinced that he was close.
Milk time.
I continued the motion and brought his face to my chest and buried them in between my breasts. His ragged breaths as his orgasms came followed by his spurt of his hot semen inside me dragged me to a painfully pleasurable orgasm. Since it was my pussy doing the cumming, Alessandro kept his finger in my assand twirled it around just spiking the nerves there and fueling the ones in my satisfied, soppy cunt.
I didn't stand up from him when I got down from my high. I preferred to stay like this, on him, for a while.
"Third time's definitely the charm for me," I rasped.
"Lucky you. Tell me, do you like my finger in your ass?" he asked me.
"As long as it's just your fingers, I'm cool with it," I answered coolly, my breath starting to even out.
"For now," he breathed. "...for now."
I let myself wallow with the thought of anal sex. Maybe, maybe not. I hadn't given it much thought and I didn’t intend to. It was only when I felt Alessandro’s heart rate slow considerably and his breath flatten out that I knew he was asleep. Before I could think about anything any further, I too slipped into blissful darkness.
I woke up to one of the best feelings ever. A sore cunt. I remembered falling asleep on Alessandro, but now, I couldn’t find him or even hear him. He wasn’t in his bathroom. His room was basically the same as everyone’s in the house, only styled to his taste…dark. Black, deep gray, and silver for whites.
I was about to stand up and go to the bathroom when the door opened and Artemis limped in... carrying a tray...with a single rose flower locked between her closed mouth.
"Artemis? Shouldn't you be in bed?" I furrowed my concerned brows at her, but she kept approaching, taking small unsteady steps as much as her legs could allow her. I'd have insisted she went to rest, but Artemis was way too stubborn. Nothing of the sorts would get her to do your bidding. Her mouth holding the rose made her look like she was perpetually smiling, even though I knew she'd be smiling whether or not there was something in her mouth. The meal was simple. Pancakes and strawberry syrup drawn in a heart shape on the pancake with some slices of bacon by the side and chocolate milk.
When she reached me, I took the tray from her and set it on my lap, then quickly turned her head to examine the suture they used to stitch her back together. If you looked at your face first, you'd observe a normal looking hair. Needless to say, turning back you could see the big gaping patch where her head was shaved for stitching. Turning her back around, I collected the rose from her mouth and sure enough, there was a beautiful beaming smile on her face.
"Gooooooood moooooorrniiinnnggg, mommy!"
"How are you, baby girl?" I rubbed her head and tickled her belly, making her laugh. She turned and limped out of the room before we could talk some more and as she left, a six foot plus giant version of herself.
"Hey, baby girl." His deep bass licked my ears, warming me up.
"Hey," I sighed.
"Sleep well?"
"With you? It was awesome."
