The first thing I thought when Ângelo Fontana burst into my room shirtless with his starving gaze was that he had come to collect on that damn relaxing massage that bastard gave me in his office. With him, nothing is free.
Although, I must have provoked him by firmly grabbing his cock through his pants and narrating what I would do to him if that damn cigarette butt was put out on the tip of my breast. And believe me... Ângelo would be capable of that and much more.
Ângelo simply locked my bedroom door with both of us inside and is looking at me very strangely, like someone who is definitely misunderstood.
I don't understand, because I didn't do anything wrong. I only said I wanted to touch him.
Finally, he shook his head and refused, keeping the distance I established by extending my hands; my intention was only to touch him... that's all... why can't he at least try?
"Forget it," he retracted. "I'm going back to my room. Good night." With that said, somewhat bothered but with a gentle voice, he turned his back to me.
And for the first time, I glimpsed that ugly and horrific damage on his back; I felt something bad in my chest, I can't explain it, but it hurt to see that damn thing. Until then, I had only seen the scars on his abdomen because the times he fucked me, he was always on top of me, and when he stood up to take off his clothes, he left facing forward, never turning around. I remember because I wouldn't be crazy enough to forget a detail from the best fucks of my life. I think he didn't want me to see that. The cuts on his abdomen seem less horrific because they're older than the ones on his back, and time has taken care to soften their visual appearance. But the ones on his back, until this moment, were a mystery to me, and now it's a heavy blow to face this.
He was a little boy... 7 years old, younger than Faruk...
I grimace and, for a second, take a deep breath, needing courage to look at it while he walked away.
My God! It's horrible.
Ângelo was a tall, strong man, with broad shoulders and a well-defined, sculpted back, the result of how dedicated he was to maintaining his indestructible and enviable physique. It was beautiful, even the half-moon curve between the end of his back and the rise of his butt. Ângelo's body was divine, even with all those cuts piled on top of each other. It was clear they were deep, piercing wounds made with sharp objects, specifically those on his back done by the blade of a knife—it was impossible to deny. The saddest part of all is that no one could accurately count how many cuts were there; there were so many... His scarred back didn't have a single centimeter without cuts.
He rarely showed those scars, always wearing shirts and dressed impeccably elegant.
"Why didn't you let them stitch it up?" I ask before he opens the door and leaves.
He turned around.
"With stitches or not, it wouldn't change the fact that he destroyed me."
Feeling his pain in his venomous voice, I breathed heavily and swallowed the urge to cry at seeing the devastation a father was capable of inflicting on his own son. I can't even imagine Ângelo, a child, being mutilated alive by the one who was supposed to protect and care for him.
"Stay," I say decisively. He was still holding the doorknob when he looked at me. I close my eyes for a moment. "I'm no one to ask you to trust me with your trauma and let me touch you." I looked at him, embarrassed for asking too much of someone who could kill me at any moment and was paid to do so. I'm an idiot. "I'm sorry," I whisper.
Ângelo remained distant, and because I also wanted him to mark me like those scars on his skin, I was brave and direct, trembling as I grabbed the fabric of my nightgown and slowly pulled it off over my head, throwing it on the floor and standing completely naked for his possession, his slaughter, and his mercy. There was no turning back; I was addicted to the way that pervert took me for himself.
My entire body shivered as my brain warned me that the gaze of that man was meticulously roaming over my curves, desiring me for whatever depravity existed in his most intimate fantasies. I saw his hungry look on my small breasts, my stomach, my intimacy, where it lingered longer, licking his lips and salivating.
I noticed the hunger of that man for my defenseless body when he came toward me, and I felt tiny as he firmly placed his large hands on my waist, forcing me to step back and press my back against the cold wall. Holding onto his arms, unable to place my hands on his chest, I gasped and looked up at his perfect face, finding his ambitious, ravenous eyes. It didn't take long for the absurd request to come.
"Wanna do everything?" His voice, thick with arousal, was so deep that I practically felt myself getting wet for him.
I blink.
"Everything... what?" My voice, on the other hand, was a disgrace; I faltered because of the damn way he looked at me and because I could feel his hard cock against my stomach.
"You suck me. I suck you after. I fuck your pussy, and finally, you give me your..."
I immediately shake my head, interrupting him with my fear.
"No..." I try to escape, but he stops me, tightening his fingers on my waist and keeping me still. I look into his eyes and shake my head, denying in agony. "Don't ask me for that, please."
"But you already did it that one time with me and those two idiots?" He kissed the top of my head, and I sighed, nodding. In that damn brothel, I've done everything...
"Ângelo... I'm not letting you fuck my ass."
He laughed.
"Not yet, dear Lavínia." With that said, the bastard slid his hands under my butt and lifted me off the ground so easily that I felt like I weighed a gram. I wrap my legs around his body and feel his warm mouth touch my chest, licking the tip, delivering such sensitivity that I found myself covered in goosebumps, and the hairs on my head seemed to stand on end with the delicious sensation. I pant, holding his face and looking at the ceiling of my room as he walks with me, sucking my breasts as if they had some flavor.
When we reached the bed, Ângelo laid me down on the mattress, raising his shoulders and looking into my eyes while I uncrossed my legs from around his body.
Having him so focused on my face made my heart race wildly.
"What is it?" I question the way he was looking at me today.
One of his hands came to my face, and he touched my cheeks with the back of his fingers, stroking me for no apparent reason and shifting his gaze to my mouth.
"I need to fuck your mouth." He almost growled like a caged animal, holding my chin and squeezing it until my lips formed a pout, licking them several times, letting go, and shoving his tongue into my mouth. When I thought he would deepen the kiss, he pulled his tongue out, looked into my eyes, laughed, and plunged his tongue back in, this time kissing me desperately, rubbing his hard cock between my legs, leaving me aroused by the shameless way that bastard mistreated my mouth and rubbed against my pussy.
Out of breath, I turned my face to breathe, and his mouth came to tend to my neck, kissing me between the collar, his hands squeezing my breasts, and I found myself grinding my hips to feel his damn hard cock touch my pussy.
Suddenly, the bastard abandoned my body and stood up, looking at me and taking off his sweatpants, startling me as he grabbed my ankles and dragged me across the bed, holding my wrists and making me sit on the edge of the bed.
I was in a frenzy when Ângelo, very boastful, grabbed his huge cock, massaging it shamelessly and slowly, running his hand around his thick, dark penis, twisting his hand as he slid it back and forth and up to the head, doing everything with intense pressure, also holding the base of his cock with his other hand.
In shock, I nearly bit the inside of my cheek from watching that delicious scene of his dark cock being ravaged, giving me the juicy view of the head of his cock, which, by some mercy, maintained the same thickness as the rest, perfectly round, thick, and pink. With every shameless stroke he provoked, I watched my pussy's multiple failures as he grew bigger and thicker around his fingers. My pussy burned inside with so much desire to have him violated inside me, dishonoring me entirely until it hurt. Gazing at that sinful cock, I could swear I wasn't just drooling from the lips of my mouth, as I sucked them watching that obscenity, that immense debauchery, immorality, and indecency. I pressed my legs together off the bed, and my fingers could have torn the mattress from how much I tried to cope with what I felt; I was in agony and anxiety. The greatest sin of my life had just become the most delicious, right there, within reach of my eyes, my mouth, and my pussy. Lust.
I only fully understood why he was doing that when Ângelo groaned aggressively and let go of his cock, taking a step and holding my face, ordering with his touch for me to look up.
Shaken and affected, I look up.
"I just got it ready for you. So, you little rogue... no fuss and swallow this shit."
The voice... his voice is pure lust.
My mouth produced so much saliva that my tongue was swimming in it. My gaze admired his beautiful cock, and I was certain it would be indestructible and unforgettable to give pleasure to that man and show him how greedy I could be. I learned to suck... it wouldn't be like that idiotic time.
I looked at him with my heart pounding in my ears from all the obscenity overwhelming me for being with a scoundrel who exuded sex and sensuality.
"Asking so politely, it's almost an outrage not to fulfill a request from my master." I reached for his grandiose, appetizing cock with both hands. I was foaming at the mouth from how delicious it was to touch that monumental cock, big and heavy.
Ângelo gathered my hair at the top of my head and held it with one hand as if making a ponytail.
"Turned on?" he asked lasciviously.
I looked up and nodded, going crazy and leaving a wet kiss on his abdomen, ignoring the force with which he pulled my hair, nearly ripping it out for touching my lips to his skin, and continued kissing, enjoying the texture of his scarred skin so much that I trailed more kisses down to his cock, which I lifted and pressed against his stomach, looking up at the curious gaze of the bastard, seeing me with my tongue out and dripping, sliding along the length of his cock from the base up, feeling the thin skin protecting it, warm, and every ridge of the veins bulging from the rigidity of that extraordinary cock.
I barely had it in my mouth and was already soaked. If Ângelo had any doubt that I was turned on, I resolved it, spreading my legs and reaching for my pussy. I didn't need to go down to the opening to wet my fingers; I just parted my outer lips and pushed two fingers against my clit, where it was literally adorned with my arousal. I pulled the two fingers together, wet, and showed him, spreading them to let him see the thick, transparent fluid that came from me.
"I'm dripping, you son of a bitch! Does that look like arousal to you?" I asked with concrete proof that I was more than enjoying it.
Ângelo, satisfied like the devil when he claims a new pure soul and takes it to hell, was about to close his free hand around my wrist and surely suck and clean my fingers. He was a shameless scoundrel with a hunger for any liquid that came from my damn body. I was faster, wiping my fingers on the thick head of his cock and taking it into my mouth, giving it such a strong suck that I felt my tasteless fluid mixed with a tangle of saliva slide down my throat. Ângelo opened his mouth and seemed to half-close his dark, black eyes but didn't make a sound.
I waited for my mouth to produce more saliva and went back to licking every inch of that damn cock, licking everything, leaving it nice and wet, feeling my saliva drip down my hands and onto my thighs. That's how the man likes it...
Pressing his cock against his stomach again, I lowered my mouth and reached his balls, licking the seam between them and taking one into my mouth, sucking it, using my tongue to roll it around inside my mouth, sucking and releasing it, letting the sound of suction drive us crazy with arousal. In a rush, I reached for his other ball and did the same, releasing it forcefully.
"Filthy... little mouth..." He finally let out a loud groan.
So I turned my attention to his rock-hard cock, which was delicious to suck; the harder it is, the easier it is to take it into the mouth and suck. Holding his cock with my tongue out, I slapped it against my tongue and felt the weight of that surreal rod nearly cut my tongue with my teeth underneath. Everything I did was under the attentive gaze of Ângelo Fontana. For a second, I spat on the head of his cock and plunged it into my mouth, sucking it while masturbating it with some intensity, wanting his adrenaline to spike. Suddenly, the bastard pulled my hair, and I released the head of his cock trapped in my mouth, looking up and gasping for air.
Ângelo had a new expression of arousal, something like esteem and appreciation for my degenerate, shameless oral.
"Is it bad?" I pouted. He shook his head, and that was the green light for me to continue. I went back to sucking him, taking him into my mouth wide open, forcing my head forward until I felt his cock open the beginning of the path in my throat.
I pulled it out of my mouth entirely and smiled breathlessly, doing it a few more times, which provoked Ângelo so much that he took his cock from my hand, slapped it against my face and lips, and shoved it into my mouth.
"Can I fuck it?" he asked.
With his cock in my mouth, I slid my tongue over the smooth head and enjoyed swirling it in the fold between the glans and the shaft. Ângelo groaned and forced his cock into my mouth, looking at me and waiting for my damn consent.
I just nodded. Perhaps the biggest mistake of my life. Ângelo twisted his hand in my hair, and I grabbed his muscular thighs. Then the bastard thrust his cock into my mouth. I saw his abdomen rise and fall, catching his breath. The jerk let go of his cock and used his other hand to grab the back of the collar around my neck. Finally, he gained momentum and started pounding his cock into my mouth. I felt the back-and-forth rhythm increase, and the head of his cock reached my uvula, my throat. Tears came to my eyes without warning, and choking on his cock, I dug my nails into his thighs, scratching him.
Ângelo pulled his cock out of my mouth, groaning, and I coughed, looking up with saliva dripping from the corner of my mouth, breathing heavily, trembling too much.
"That's the only way to keep that pretty little mouth busy," he laughed wickedly, and seeing that I was ready for another round, he shoved his thick cock back into my mouth and fucked it so hard I thought his cock would tear my throat. He pulled it out again. "I was dying to do this," he groaned immorally.
I was breathing heavily, but even so, I felt his leg muscles tense and his groan come out more gradually and drawn out. He was loving fucking my mouth with his cock.
I smile, scratching his thighs.
"Keep going..."
With my encouragement, he came at me again, and this time it didn't take long. I found myself with my pussy soaking the bedsheet because hearing him groan and knowing it was because of me, because of what I made him feel, drove me wild with arousal. When I felt the first jet of his cum slide down my throat while he thrust his cock in my mouth, I brought a hand to my pussy, which was throbbing and begging for that son of a bitch's cock, and touched myself, swallowing less of his cum than I would have liked. Ângelo, seeing that he was cumming, pulled his terrifying cock out of my mouth and jerked it, roaring coarsely and cumming on my breasts.
For a moment, I didn't think breathing for a minute was enough to start again, but it was Ângelo, and the bastard was hungry. He pushed me by the shoulders, and I lay on the bed. It wasn't seconds before he was there, crouched at the edge of the bed, holding my legs and sucking my pussy with no rush, leaving me relaxed and showing me we'd have all the time in the world that night.
"Soaked, my... fuck!" The sound he let out was one of great pleasure. Ângelo slapped my pussy, and the wetness made a torturous sound. "That's how I want you... melting with arousal, pleasure, and desire."
With my clit going wild at the tip of his tongue, because the bastard started lapping at it in a way that left me dying in pieces, I propped my elbows on the mattress, and my eyes saw me covered in his cum on my breasts. Hallucinating, I dragged my gaze to him between my legs.
"A-ah..." My moans echoed, choked and faltering. Wanting to give him some affection while he dedicated himself to my pussy, I brought a hand to his hair, messed it up, and slid my fingers in, holding him without pulling. I closed my eyes, my chest in disarray, and moans escaping nonstop. The sensation of him licking everything, paying attention to my outer lips, biting them gently, sliding his tongue softly and smoothly through my openings, pressing it against my anus, triggered the start of a crazy trembling. I open my eyes, and his gaze meets mine, his tongue sliding up, whipping my clit and sucking it deliciously.
"Delicious..."
"Say... say my pussy isn't the best you've ever sucked?" The son of a bitch laughed against my clit, and his breath warmed me. I pull his hair hard, even as I was melting in his mouth. "I'll take that cocky little laugh as a yes..." He trapped my clit between his lips and pulled. I shivered from the torturous, delicious agony. He did it again and again, and it left me distressed because it delayed my climax, and the bastard knew it. "Ângelo?"
"Hm?" The jerk pulled my clit again, and I wanted to kill him.
"I want you now... fuck! Don't you want it?" I pulled his hair. He didn't respond with his voice but with his mouth in action, returning to sucking me at the rhythm and in the way my pussy craved. "That's it..." I rolled my eyes, falling back with my shoulders on the mattress. What a hellish arousal...
When I was on the verge of cumming, I was dying for him to suck me a bit faster and with savagery. And Ângelo was very attentive to my rhythm; the bastard had already studied my body and surely recognized by my moans that my ecstasy would come in seconds.
"Cum, Lavínia. Now!" he ordered, and as if he commanded my body, my being obeyed, and I reached my climax, closing my legs around his ears and squeezing my breasts, feeling as if I were falling from a very high place, a cliff.
He didn't give me any time to breathe or rest. Ângelo slid a hand under my waist and pulled us up to...