(KRYSTAL'S POV)
Valentino's warm, wet lips against mine, sets every part of my body on fire. My fingers knot in his deep auburn hair, pulling him closer as if I could fuse us together. His hard cock rubs against my belly as angles his head, pushing his tongue deeper into my mouth.
He tears his mouth from mine, both of us gasping. His green eyes are dark with lust.
"Fuck, Krystal," His breath is hot against my wet lips before he trails his mouth down my jaw, along the pounding pulse in my neck. I arch into him, a moan slipping past my lips.
"Daddy…"
His mouth moves lower, leaving a slow, burning path of kisses down my throat, over my collarbone. His hands come up, palming my breasts, and he lets out a low, appreciative groan.
"These beautiful tits," he growls, squeezing them, his thumbs brushing over my already hard nipples, making me gasp. "God, I love how they fill my hands."
He lowers his head and takes one nipple into his hot mouth, sucking deep, his tongue lashing the sensitive peak.
The sensation is electric, a sharp jolt of pure pleasure that shoots straight to my cunt.
"Oh… FUCK!" I cry out, pushing my head back into the pillows.
He switches to the other breast, giving it the same ruthless attention, sucking and licking while his fingers pinch and roll the wet nipple he just left. The dual assault is overwhelming. The weight of my breasts, the way he handles them with such rough care, owns me completely. I'm just a collection of nerve endings, all screaming for him.
When his mouth leaves my breast with a wet, popping sound, I almost protest. But then he's moving lower, kissing a blazing trail down my stomach. His stubble scratches my skin, a delicious friction that makes me squirm. He hooks his fingers into the sides of my panties and looks up at me, his gaze holding mine as he slowly, so slowly, slides them down my legs. He tosses them aside without hesitation.
I'm completely naked for him now. He settles between my thighs, his hands gripping them, holding me in place. The intensity in his eyes is almost too much. Then he leans in, puts his nose right against my wet folds, and takes a deep, shuddering breath.
"Holy fuck, baby. You smell so good," he whispers, his hot breath ghosting over my swollen clit, making my entire body shudder violently. "You smell so fucking good, baby girl. I could breathe you in all night."
I can only moan in response, my fingers twisting in the sheets.
He doesn't make me wait. His tongue licks a long, slow stripe from my entrance all the way up to my clit. I jerk, a sharp, surprised cry ripped from my throat. "Daddy!"
He growls against my flesh, his voice vibrating through me. He does it again, his tongue flat and firm, lapping at my pussy. Then his mouth closes over my clit, sucking it hard.
"Oh my GOD!" I cry out, my back arching off the bed. His tongue flicks and sucks exactly where I need it. Just as the pleasure starts to crest, he thrusts two fingers deep inside my cunt.
I'm so wet they slide in easily, crooking to find that spot inside me.
"Yes, Daddy!" I moan. "Right there! That's the spot!"
"You like that, you filthy girl?" he murmurs, his words muffled by my pussy. "You like Daddy's fingers stretching your tight little cunt?"
"Yes, Daddy! Fuck, yes!" I babble, completely mindless. He adds a third finger, stretching me further, filling me completely as his mouth never stops working my clit. The sounds are obscene—wet, sucking noises from his mouth, the slick squelching sound of his fingers pumping in and out of me.
"Faster, Daddy! Please!" I scream, clutching the sheets until my knuckles turn white, my thighs trembling around his head, doing anything I can to ground myself—to stop the sensation from completely driving me insane.
"You taste so fucking good," he groans, fucking me harder with his fingers. "I could eat this cunt for hours. You were born for this, for my mouth."
The vulgar praise, the degradation, it sends another wave of heat through me. "Come on my face, Krystal. Do it. Let me taste you."
The command, the raw need in his voice, is what breaks me. My eyes roll back, a scream tearing from my throat as I come, my body convulsing around his fingers, my cunt clenching and pulsing.
He doesn't stop. His tongue lashes my oversensitive clit, his fingers keep pumping, drawing the orgasm out, wringing every last drop of pleasure from me until I'm sobbing, pushing weakly at his head.
"Too much… it's too—"
"Shhh," he soothes, but he doesn't let up. "You can take it. You're my good girl. Give me another one." His persistence, his refusal to stop, pushes me right to the edge again almost instantly. The pleasure is shocking and intense. I feel another, sharper orgasm building, different from the first, centered entirely on the relentless, brutal attention to my clit.
"Oh fuck, Daddy, I'm gonna… I'm gonna come again!" I squeal, my body bowing off the bed.
"Do it," he snarls. "Squirt all over my face. I want to taste every last fucking drop."
His words are the final trigger. A second, more violent climax rips through me. My vision blurs at the edges as a gush of release floods from me, and he moans a deep, satisfied sound, and drinks it all down, his tongue working me through the incredible, shaking pulses until I collapse onto the mattress.
He lifts his head, his chin glistening with my orgasm. He looks at me, his green eyes dark with triumph. "Now I've shown you what heaven feels like."
(VALENTINO'S POV)
The sight of her sprawled under me, her pussy glistening with my spit and her own release, makes my cock throb. She's fucking perfect like this, and now she's all mine. That spent look on her face just makes me want to ruin her all over again.
"I'm even close to being done with you," I growl, my voice rough.
Her blue eyes flutter open, dazed.
In one swift motion, I grab her hips and flip her over onto her hands and knees. She gasps, the sudden movement jarring her back to awareness. The curve of her ass is a beautiful, pale temptation in the dim light. I run a possessive hand over one cheek, squeezing hard enough to make her yelp.
"This ass is mine, Krystal. All of this is mine."
I position myself behind her, my cock sliding through her soaked folds, coating myself in her slick warmth. The head bumps against her clit and she shudders, a weak sob catching in her throat.
"You want this cock?" I demand, slapping her ass once, the sharp crack echoing in the room. A pink handprint blooms on her skin.
"Yes! Please, Daddy, fuck me!"
"You want me to fill up this greedy, dripping cunt?" I slap the other cheek, and she pushes back against me, begging wordlessly.
I don't make her wait. I drive into her with one brutal, deep thrust. She screams, her back arching, her inner muscles clamping down on me like a vise. Fuck, she's so tight. The heat is incredible.
"God, yes! Fuck me, Daddy! Fuck your slut!" she cries out, her voice already breaking.
I set a punishing rhythm from the start, my hips slamming into her, the sound of skin against skin filling the room. Each thrust makes her jolt forward, her magnificent tits swaying heavily under her. I reach around, grabbing one, my hand barely able to contain its full weight. I pinch her nipple hard, twisting it, and she screams again
"You love this, don't you? You love being my little fucktoy," I snarl into her ear. I wrap a hand in her blonde hair, pulling her head back, arching her spine.
"I love it! I'm your slut, Daddy! My pussy is all yours!"
"That's right. You were made for this. To take my cock. To get fucked senseless." I pound into her, my balls slapping against her clit with every thrust. Her moans are constant now, a high-pitched chorus of "yes" and "please" and "Daddy."
I can feel the tension coiling in her body, the way her cunt clenches around my cock. She's close. I lean over her, covering her back, and fuck her deeper, my pace becoming frantic, desperate.
"You gonna come for me again, you greedy bitch? You gonna squirt all over my cock like you did on my face?"
"Yes! I'm gonna come! Don't stop, Daddy, please don't stop!"
Her orgasm hits her like a seizure. Her whole body locks up, a raw, ragged scream tearing from her throat as her cunt milks my cock in violent, rhythmic pulses. I keep fucking her through it, my thrusts becoming rougher, spurred on by her uncontrollable shaking. "That's it. Take it. You take every fucking inch."
She collapses onto the mattress, sobbing, but I don't stop. I'm not done. I'm so fucking close. I grab her hips again, pulling her back onto my cock, my own release burning at the base of my spine.
"Beg for it," I command, my voice a strained grunt. "Beg for my come."
She turns her head to the side, her face a mess of tears and saliva. "Please, Daddy… fill me up. I need it. I need you to come inside me. Please, I'm begging you. Pump your seed into my pussy. I want to feel all of it."
My control snaps. My hips pistonforward, my thrusts losing all rhythm, just deep, hard, possessive pumps.
"Fuck! Krystal!" I roar like a wild animal.
My vision starts to whiten at the edges, my entire world narrowing to the feeling of her tight, convulsing cunt milking my cock. Just as the first pulse of my orgasm begins to tear through me, a sharp click cuts through the haze of our panting and the slapping of skin on skin.
The bedroom door swings open.
I freeze, my cock still buried deep inside her. My breath catches in my throat. Krystal's desperate moans cut off into a shocked gasp.
Our heads snap toward the intrusion at the same time.
Standing in the doorway, his eyes wide with shock, is my oldest brother.
Raffaele.