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—Salvatore...
—Fuck,princess.
—Put another one in, I want to feel it.
—As I order myshit.
This time with three fingers I begin to penetrate her, she continues to move without control, she puts her hand against my left arm, which is the hand with which I rub her clitoris. I can't stop stimulating it, I feel like the erection doesn't go down and I'm already starting to feel my pants getting soaked.
She screams with pleasure and that drives me to do it harder, her chest rises and falls, I can see the nipples made of stones that need my attention. I stop rubbing her clit, take the fabric of the blouse and tear it. I take her breasts in my hands, alternating.
I push a fourth finger inside, with my thumb I stimulate that erectile button full of blood. She screams, screams and closes her eyes because of the intensity of the second orgasm of the morning.
—Are you going to cum for myshit?
—Yes, yes I will.
—Don't stop, do it on my fingers.
—It's like... if I had lost her again...
"Don't focus on that," I ask him. Focus on how my hand kneads these full breasts, how it twists these small, tight nipples. How come your whore is putting four fingers in your vagina and rubbing your clitoris with his thumb. Focus on my hard cock for you, needy to fill this hole where I have my fingers up to my knuckles,cagna.
The handling of words within sex can always be a great trigger and now I add one more thing that affects it: my glibness within sex. I don't stop manipulating her until she explodes, the orgasm drags her into the abyss of pleasure and she cums on my fingers, covering me up to the knuckles with her juices.
"Shit, I don't think you owe me anything anymore," he exhales. I would like to repeat it.
I wipe my hands with one of the tissues, lie down next to him and let him take refuge in my arms.
—We can do it, I can become your personal man to please you and for that I have a request for you.
-Heard.
—Sleep with me Emily.
He remains silent for a moment. Faced with this outburst that arises from my soul, Dad would have burned the cigarette in my hand and broken the glass against my arm to tell me that I am a sensitive asshole who allows himself to be dragged by whores. That's how I would have said it, but she's not a whore, she's myshit, she's Emily Fiore, the girl who doesn't say no to the challenges she's willing to win.
—And you're going to let me play with you?
—Use me, just as I will use you.
—It's a challenge, let's see how quickly we break the Salvatore bed.
—By the weekend we will have the spare, Emily —I confess mockingly—. And I want you to go with me on a date, you and I eating at a restaurant. It's beautiful, luxurious and it's where Domenico will take care of my first catch.
He raises his face away from my chest.
—What exactly will happen?
—We will take one of Alessio's men to torture, obtain information and in the end send a message. This is what you do with people who get in your way.
—And what will they do?
—Let's get your attention, I don't allow you to intervene because you don't have the education.
—Then I would like to learn.
-Really?
