"Are you doing alright?" he inquired.
I nodded in acknowledgment.
"Here," he said, retrieving his suit from the car hood and handing it to me. "You're shivering," he remarked.
I gazed at him, struck by his unexpected tenderness. Despite having just dealt with three assailants moments ago, he appeared completely different now.
Leaning in closer, his face mere inches from mine, I could sense his warm breath against my skin amidst the chilly night air.
"Do you plan on wearing it, or would you prefer me?" he teased with a smirk.
Turning away quickly, I didn't want him to see the blush creeping onto my cheeks.
He chuckled softly. "Cute."
I ignored his comment and began walking, but my steps were abruptly halted by a strong grip on my arm.
"Wait here," Stefano uttered, releasing his hold on me.
I stood there, patiently waiting for Stefano when suddenly, a red Ferrari pulled up right in front of me.
I shamelessly gawked at the car. It's not like I hadn't seen a Ferrari before. Sure, I'd seen them in movies, but never this up-close.
"Are you gonna get in or not?" Stefano asked, breaking my trance.
For a few moments, I stood still, weighing the risks of getting into a car with a total stranger.
"He saved your life a few minutes back," my subconscious reminded me.
"True," I agreed, acknowledging the inner reassurance.
I eased into the car, inhaling deeply to savor the sweet aroma emanating from the Ferrari. It was reminiscent of fresh lavender—a delightful fragrance mixed with his scent.
"Buckle up," Stefano said, his voice pulling me back to reality, before starting the car and setting it in motion.
I watched as his knuckles turned a bright pink color from gripping the steering wheel tightly. "How's your hand?" I asked him once we got onto the highway.
"It's okay," he replied, his eyes fixed on the road ahead.
"You fought well back there," I commended, acknowledging his bravery.
He smirked. "It's nothing new," he replied with a hint of pride, before pausing. "I used to be a kickboxer, so I'm quite familiar with the human body. I know exactly where to land a punch to cause minimal or maximum pain on my opponent," he explained, his expression turning slightly grim.
"Oh, that explains it," I replied, my frown deepening as I considered the implications of his past.
"So where to?" he asked, and I provided him with my address.
I relaxed a bit, deciding to close my eyes for a minute. The next time I opened them, we were right in front of my building.
"That was quick," I uttered, surprised by how swiftly we had arrived.
"Yeah," he smiled.
"How long was I out?" I asked.
"A couple of minutes," he replied, his smile still lingering.
"Oh..." I said, then unbuckled my seat belt.
"Thanks for saving me back there," I said, laughing nervously and fiddling with my fingers. "You really didn't have to, but you chose to save me," I added, placing my hands on the car door.
"Hey! It's nothing," he replied with a smile, his eyes reflecting sincerity.
"It was nice meeting you," I said once outside, hugging myself against the chill of the night.
"It was a pleasure meeting you as well," he replied with a wink, his smile warm despite the cool evening air.
As I walked slowly to my apartment, it dawned on me that I still had his suit on. "Uhm... Your suit," I said, taking off his suit and draping it over my arm as I retraced my steps back to the car.
He stepped out of his car, meeting me halfway.
"Keep it," he said, standing right before me with his hand in his pants pocket. "Something to remember me by," he smirked.
I shook my head in disbelief, smiling. "Thanks, but no... I'd rather you have it back," I said.
"I insist," he pushed.
"Fine, your loss," I said, using the same words he had said to me at the café.
He chuckled, amused by the playful exchange.
I swirled around, walking towards my house.
"Goodbye, Stefano," I said, once I stood in front of my door.
"Goodnight, beautiful," he said with a grin that I could see even in the dark.
"Goodnight," I smiled, before going in and shutting the door behind me.
Leaning against my door, I let out a long breath, releasing the tension I didn't realize I had been holding in.
It was going to be a very long night indeed.
ENZO
I gazed out of the window of my luxurious private jet, enjoying the comfort of the ivory leather seat against my back. We had been in the air for about two hours, with a few more to go before landing. During that time, Toni and I delved into discussions about business, occasionally indulging in a few glasses of champagne.
"Is that the last one?" I questioned, my attention fixed on the screen.
"Yes," Toni responded.
"How many FN Five-Sevens were delivered?" I asked, observing as he cocked the gun at the other end of the screen.
"Just 200," he reckoned.
"Good, have him deliver 100 Colt M1911," I instructed.
"Do you still want the Smith & Wesson Model 10 revolver?" Toni questioned, placing the gun down carefully.
My attention drifted away from Antonio's question as a petite flight attendant walked in.
"Mr. Damiano, I'm Rosalina, and it will be my pleasure to serve you on your flight to San Francisco," she said in a sultry tone, her gaze laden with a suggestive 'I wanna jump your bones' look.
Her grey orbs glistened with lust as they traveled up and down my body. I can tell she's satisfied with what she sees, judging by the way she bites her lips and clenches her thighs.
I gently stroke a finger over my chin, taking a moment to check her out.
She looks good enough to fuck, no doubt. Her shoulder-length blonde hair frames her oval-shaped face, her lips painted in hot red. Her thin frame is accentuated by the tight black uniform, outlining her curves seductively. It's so snug that just one pull could rip her shirt open, allowing her large tits to slip out easily.
As our gazes intertwine, a flush colors her cheeks, and she gazes at me with a mixture of surprise and intrigue. "Is there anything I can assist you with, sir?" she asks, her intense gaze fixed on my face, while she gracefully flutters her artificial lashes.
"Kneel." I command.
Her eyes widen as my word reach her ears, and she trembles slightly. The weight of my accent in my tone is unmistakable.
I rise to my feet, offering no repetition of my command.
It takes her a moment to gather herself, but soon she's on her knees before me. "May I, sir?" she asks, her voice soft and eager. I simply nod in response, granting her request.
With my response, her eyes light up with excitement, unafraid to display her pleasure. She delicately places her hand, hesitant at first, but with a growing confidence that suggests she knows exactly what she wants, she gently places her hand on my pant's, slowly rubbing my cock through it.
Wanting to waste no time with her, I pull down my pant, along with my boxer, having my cock pop out, standing strong and hard close to her face.
"Wow..." she gasps, her eyes widening as she swallows hard. I can already see she's taken aback by my size.
She wastes no time in sticking out her tongue slowly taking the tip of my cock. I smirk watching her struggle to take a few inches more, her warm tongue on my broad bulging head, feeling her heat engulf me. I gasp as her lips pushed apart widely to slide my thick cock half way insides her wet mouth. Her saliva covers my thick erect shaft as I watched her popping my throbbing dick out of her lips, and back in, gagging her.
Fuck! it felt fucking good.
I grab her head, gripping her hair to pull her mouth down my veined shaft, feeling her wet saliva all over my cock, as she chokes on my cock. My grip tightens, using it to hold her steady as I gagged her with my cock, making her deep throat all 6 inches in.
"Mmmmmmmmm" she moaned, her lips glides up and down my shaft, as her hands went to my balls, playing with it as she kept on sucking my cock, like it was the only thing that mattered the most.
Shit! her mouth was divine, but I wanted something else.
"Get out of those damn clothe." I groaned out.
She hastily ripped off her shirt as if she were ablaze, moving with urgency, not daring to take off her mouth from my cock for a moment.
"Fuck! suck it " I gasped, holding her head to shove down my hard shaft.
I pulled her head back, having her stop. Taking a few steps back, I get settled into my seat. Like some wanton slut I watched her crawl the short distance between us, watching her large tits jiggling. I opened my legs, allowing her to slide closer, kneeling between my legs, her hand coming up to wrap around my protruding, glistening dick.
She takes my throbbing cock in her hands, slowly stroking it up and down, as she looks at me intently, awaiting my next command.
"I want those fucking tits wrapped around my cock." I groaned, taking her thick hard brown nipples between my fingers, pinching and pulling, watching her flinch from pain.
She doesn't need to be told twice, I gazed down at her, intently watching as she takes my big hard cock between her soft tits. My cock, now slick with her saliva easily slips between her pale tits. She keeps fucking my cock with her breasts, as I grab her hair back, preventing it from falling to her face, and my hips thrusting forward, with my hard throbbing cock slipping through her large tits, feeling her milky flesh pressed along my cock. My fingers squeezes her tits, while her body trembles as she feels my rough action on her little sexy body.
She moans out as she feel's my finger slip into her wet pussy, she pulled on my arm, as I sink my fingers between her slit and then get them pushed up inside her pussy, drenched of her warm juices.
" Open." I demand, and she opens up without any question asked. I pull out my glisten fingers covered in her juice, to feed her a taste of herself, and like the greed bitch she is, she sucks it clean.
"So fucking hot to go deep inside you." I groan out, feeling my cock go hard and solid thick.
I pulled my dick from between her breasts, savoring the sight of her soft skin and the way she looked up at me. Slowly, I bent her over, her body arching beautifully in response.
I quickly retrieved the condom from the nearby seat, and tore open the packet, I took a moment to roll on the condom, the latex stretching snugly over my erection.
With her ass presented to me, I couldn't resist. My hand came down firmly on her smooth skin, the sharp crack of the impact echoing in the room. Each smack was harder than the last, a rhythm that left her flesh turning from a soft pink to a deep red. She moaned with each strike, the sound fueling my desire.
Positioning myself behind her, I guided my cock to her wet pussy, feeling the slick heat as I began to push inside, moving slowly yet deeply till I could feel the tip of my cock touching deep within her, brushing against her most sensitive spots, before retracting it and going in again, slowly increasing the pace.
She cries out, digging her red pedicured fingers deep into the expensive leather, with my cock pushing through her pussy. My kneeling body leans over her back, I grab a hold on her neck with my left hand, using it to smash her naked back to my fully clothed chest, griping her firmly to my large bulging biceped arm. I start to hit down on her pussy, harder and faster, till she begs for a release.
Her body responded eagerly, her movements matching mine as we found a rhythm. The room was filled with the sounds of our bodies coming together, the wetness, the moans, and the steady increase in pace as our fucking reached new heights.
With one arm wrapped around her neck, I use the other to pull her hand off the seat, then pin them down against her arching back, while her belly is in the air, and face to the roof, having her gasp with each full thrust.
She trembles, as she cums over my cock, for god knows what time. The only reason she has had a lot of orgasms, is because I'm not those guys who get pussy whipped, and cum immediately I get a taste of a wet pussy wrapped around my cock .
NO.
Lets just say, I last longer than most average men.
I rapidly fucked her wet dripping pussy, deep and rough, I can hear her sniffing, has she pant, short of breath. I think she might pass out soon, after all she wouldn't be the first.
After a while, I can feel the tension building up. Wanting to get over and done with this bimbo. I let go off her sticky body, having her fall face flat on the seat.
"Kneel, now." I demanded.
I don't wait for her to gather herself, before taking off the condom, and then grabbing her hair, feeding her my cock.
I arched my hips up harder, driving deeper. I could hear her gag on my length, but she seemed to feed off the motion. I felt my balls slap against her spit covered chin.
"These tits are made for taking cum." I groan, looking to her eyes while choking her wide open mouth over my cock base. My thrusting becomes faster as her mouth and tongue wrapped around the my head. After a few more thrust, I pull out my cock, groaning as I burst my load over her face and tits.
"Che cosa fottuto spettacolo."(What a fucking show)Toni breathed, with a devilish grin stretched across his face. He had beads of splattered cum on his belly, with his fingers wrapped around his now flaccid dick .
A/N
Finally! we have steamed things up.
Ladies, what do you think about LORENZO?