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Ragazza Sporca 2.0

Your Capo... if only he was. The sad truth is that he’s your boss and good friend, and yet, he’s always on your mind as if he was your lover. Your heart yearns for him, but you're constantly forced to tell yourself It’d be inappropriate to cross the threshold of being your Capo's underling and friend. You've dealt with these difficult feelings for years now, and every day you’re left with a gaping hole in your chest. Though, you lose control over everything when Bruno knocks on your door at night asking for a favor.

❥ Labels & Warnings: 18+

Smut, Fluff, Masturbation, Teasing, Light humiliation, Praise, Dirty talk, Oral sex (receiving & giving), Vaginal sex, Creampie, Confessions.

This is a revision of my original work posted on AO3, Sept. 17, 2019.

Your Capo is the most caring and warm person to the ones around him, so how can you have not fallen for him? You were no different than the many drooling girls that lined up in the hopes of getting a date with the mafioso. Though you never pestered him about his schedule so you could score a date with him like others did, your feelings were much stronger than any girl that desired him. At some point, your sentiments for your boss grew so strong that you could never fathom being with anybody else.

Day by day, it was beginning to be challenging whenever you had to talk to Bruno or merely look at him. Your face would heat up when his oceanic eyes would land on you, and of course, Bruno being the most perceptive man you knew, caught on to your weird behavior. As time swelled, your feelings made it difficult to even be in his presence, and Bruno worried something was wrong on countless occasions whenever you didn't show up for a meeting. He's asked you into his office numerous times and asked if he ever did anything to upset you. You lied to his face so many times which was something you never did before, and it hurt, but it was only to protect how you really felt.

You tried tirelessly to push your feelings down in order to do your job for your Capo, but that was impossible. How could anyone hide their feelings for someone so compassionate, selfless, and loving? Bruno was not only such a warm person, but whenever he needed to do his job or protect someone, a ruthless and dominating man would emerge. His courageous ambitions alone inspired you in every aspect and made you want to be a better person. Everyone around him loved him.

It also didn't hurt how extremely gorgeous he was. One look was all it took to make anyone turn their heads with admiration for his beauty. Just the way he carried himself and the way he talked or even laughed was so graceful yet masculine which made everything all the harder to cope with. Sometimes he'd catch you staring at him for far too long, and would give you a lookover and smirk. There was a fine line between you two, one that you teetered over and he watched with amusement. Maybe he enjoyed your attention or maybe he was just naturally comfortable with you since he's been your friend for years, but he never looked like he didn't want you to check him out. In fact, there were times he did the same with you, although, you chalked it up to him being kind and not wanting you to be uncomfortable with getting caught ogling him. What you do know is that you absolutely had to stop this before you did something you'd regret.

And yet, every night you secretly let yourself go and satisfy your fantasies with the thoughts you stowed away in the day. The reveries you'd select from your memory like a delectable menu of salacious thoughts were the ones that'd control your body and fingers. Your voice was the fruit of your labor as your fingers would throw your body in thrashes across your bed. Your imaginings would entail him thrusting his long, thick fingers in your mouth as he spread your thighs apart with a smoldering look so hot it could burn you alive. Thoughts of him crawling on top of you with those built muscles of his sinuously twisting as he positioned himself at your entrance would send shivers down your spine. He'd whisper in your ear how pretty you were and then slowly penetrate you only to vividly groan against your ear. His deep voice would send vibrations through your chest as his own pecs lay on you, and once more his voice would intoxicate you with its perfumed words telling you what a good girl you were for taking all of him in.

And... shamefully, tonight isn't any different.

You lie on your bed, bare and writhing from your own hands with your head full of foulness. Wet circles spread across your clit by your fingers — the fingers you wish were Bruno's — and rough grasps prick the skin of your breasts with goosebumps as you try to simulate how he'd squeeze your mounds with his big hands. Small moans escape your mouth despite trying your hardest to be careful of who hears you in the tucked-away villa Bruno offered you to stay at. God, if only it were his deft fingers rubbing you instead and his mouth on your breast instead of your— suddenly, you hear a familiar knock at the door and your voice gets stuck in your throat. Your eyes shoot open and you scramble to sit up.

"U-uh, yeah, what is it?" You call out, wondering if you should cover yourself, but you know Bruno would never barge in.

"Bella, I’m sorry to bother you so late, but could you let me in?"

Your eyes shoot over to your alarm clock, 12:00 am. Just simply hearing his deep, melodic voice booming behind the door makes your body shiver. Gulping down, you start putting your clothes back on with jittery hands.

"W-wait just give me a second."

Why on earth would he be asking to come in at a time like this? Is it really just a coincidence or did he hear you?

Walking over to the door, you unlock it and open the door as normally as you can muster given how out of breath you are. Bruno immediately comes in and glances over at your messy bed, wondering if he ruined a relaxing time for you.

"Is everything okay? Did, did um, something happen?" You ask him, flustered as you quickly smooth your hair down.

"Yes, I'm okay, bella. I'm sorry for interrupting you," he says, confusing you.

Avoiding his eyes like the plague, you nervously laugh. "Oh no, you weren't interrupting anything," you innocently reassure him.

"I'm glad because I'd hate to burden you, but I'm afraid I have a favor to ask of you."

He's so sweet in not wanting to rely on others as people around him rely on him, and it makes you feel good whenever he does ask you for anything.

"Of course, I'll do anything for y— I mean, whatever I can do to help you in any way, I'll do it," you meekly say, cringing inside.

Bruno laughs at your adorableness, his eyes crinkling with a charming smile spreading on his handsome face.

"I was wondering if I could use your shower. Mine has been acting up lately, and I was going to ask Narancia, but he's fast asleep as are the others. I saw that your light was on so I thought maybe it's fine that I ask if it's not too much trouble?"

Your heart begins to thrum as he imploringly stares at you with his penetrating sapphire eyes. It's not like you can reject a man his deserved shower, and it's not like you wouldn't mind having him wash his soapy, naked body in your shower. The thought alone could keep your heart full for weeks.

"Oh, yes, of course," you laugh, swallowing the thick saliva that's accumulating in the back of your throat as your head goes in places you wish it wouldn't when you're right in front of your damn boss. "There's a fresh towel hanging next to mine on the rack — you'll know which one is mine because it's damp — and you can of course use my shampoo and body wash."

"Thank you, dolcezza," he muses smoothly while stepping toward your bathroom. "You're my lifesaver. I'll be fast, I promise."

Bruno disappears into the bathroom and you're left with his words circulating in your head. 'You're my lifesaver, you're my lifesaver, you're my—' you're his lifesaver. Clutching your chest, you bury your face in your pillow and squeal. Your heart feels like it could burst with that statement alone, but having him in your shower? Showering? Bathing? No, this has to be a dream. With your face smashed in your blankets, you pinch your arm before sitting up. You can hear the shower turn on and you wonder how he prefers the water temperature. Hot or cold? You're guessing hot since he does work those muscles day in and day out. They must be so tight after a long day of work, and you'd love to massage his body to alleviate any stress he carries back home. Your lips unconsciously spread into a goofy grin as you think about Bruno and all his little quirks. Kicking your feet, you wrap your arms around yourself and squirm around as butterflies invade your stomach.

Yes, it's all very innocent when a friend uses your shower, but he's not just a friend to you. He's also your boss and crush, though crush is an understatement, and him being your boss could very well be inappropriate if the situation was like any other. But it's Bruno, so all you can think about are the positives. Yet, you can't help but wonder if you were too loud. How is it that he came at such a perfect time? You really hope that wasn't the case because if so, you'll turn to stone right here and now.

You jump as you hear the bathroom door click open. Looking over your shoulder, you see Bruno emerge from the foggy bathroom and your heart stops altogether.

With a towel hanging dangerously low around his defined Adonis belt, his slim waist carries him like a Roman statue. It looks as though he's flexing his muscles, but he's totally relaxed even when your eyes are on him. The muscles under his tan skin are defined and taut as droplets of water traverse the dips of his pecs and abs. His usually smooth black bob is messy as he dries it with a small towel. Those distinctive oceanic eyes are glued on you, and his expression is far too ambiguous for you to discern. Is he mad? Is he lost in thought?

Bruno stalks over to your perched form on the bed and you instinctively avert your gaze as he approaches your front. Hovering over you in his half-naked form, he looks down at you with a suddenly formidable aura. Grasping your jaw, he tips it up and pulls it toward him while leaning down. Bruno's cerulean eyes are so intense it feels as though he's peering into your soul and you're cemented in place by them.

"Cara, why are you being so shy? Were you not moaning out for me earlier?"

You gawk at him and your body goes rigid as your biggest fear just came true. Of course, though, Bruno being the mischievous and teasing man he is chooses now of all times to bring it up once he's wet and delicious to catch you off guard.

Your mouth tries to turn into a smile to play this off, but it fails into a warped and stiff one. "W-what do you mean?"

Bruno's eyes wash over your lips before they veer back up to your eyes with a gleam in their fierce blues. "Was I at least on your mind when you touched yourself?"

"N-no, what? I wasn't—"

Cocking his head to the side, he has that mocking expression that makes your insides crumble.

"Now, now, you know better than to lie to me, yes?"

Bruno gingerly grabs your neck and turns it so your skin is bared for him. Shifting closer, the tip of his tall nose ghosts over the trunk of your neck and you audibly gulp. Attentively, Bruno licks a fat stripe up the side of your neck with the very tip of his tongue grazing your earlobe as it lifts off your skin. Stifling a moan, your face contorts with a rush of hormones hitting you.

"Mmm, I knew it. Sei una ragazza sporca," he nearly groans with a deep rumble emanating from his chest. (You're a dirty girl.)

Freezing you with the look he once gave Giorno on the train in Napoli, he interrogates you the same way. The scorching gaze is unbearable and it's hard to keep eye contact with Bruno like this, but with his demanding hold on your neck, you can’t help but comply even when your thighs are rubbing together.

"I'm sorry, Capo. I just..I—"

"You what? You like to imagine your Capo touching you?"

"No!" You’re quick to deny it with embarrassment overwhelming you.

"'No?'" Bruno repeats and gives you a scolding look of dismay.

"Then why are you squirming before my very eyes?" Bruno asks with a sharp tongue, scooting his lips closer to your quivering ones. "I didn't even have to test you to know that you're lying, carina. You're as guilty as can be."

Your fearful eyes creep up his face and your eyelashes flutter at him, and that's when he really can't take it anymore. Slowly, he eases his plush pout onto yours with so much passion, it makes you moan. Groaning into the kiss he's been dying to give you, he lets go of your mouth faster than you'd like. There's lust ridden in his eyes and they're hooded with his long eyelashes casting over his high cheekbones. Holding out your chin, he inspects your face by gently turning it from left to right before shifting to give you a kiss on the cheek, and you make a noise that quirks his lips into an amused grin.

"You're so sensitive, bella. I loved hearing how desperate your voice was all those nights when you wanted me to touch you, to kiss you, to fuck you."

Squeaking out with a whine, your insides clench so hard it's borderline painful. Bruno, your Capo, your boss, has heard what you've done on multiple occasions?! Soused in heat, you don't know whether to be turned on by what he said or by the fact that he listened in on you masturbating and didn't say anything this whole time. Bruno is just so gentlemanly and possibly vanilla, but this carnal side makes sense given his career in such a stressful and nefarious world.

Bruno snakes his hand from your jaw to the back of your neck and cradles it before kissing you fervently, effectively blasting away any thoughts you have. You moan into the kiss as his tongue slips across the inner flesh of your lips, and you fully accept him inside your mouth. Feverish like he's on fire with his own pent-up feelings blistering out, the kiss burns you alive. The way he smooches you conveys just how much he's been longing for you, and it makes you utterly dizzy. What is even happening right now?

Detaching from your lips, he openly skims his mouth across your jaw and stops in the middle of the bone to suck on it. Easing his way down your neck, your light whimpers torture him and he has to fight the urge to rip everything off of you and sink his cock right into your sopping wetness. Still holding your neck, his possessive nature makes you fidget with glee. Bruno makes you feel like you're already his in his attentive yet greedy hands.

"Carina, I’ve been wanting to do this for so long," he confesses between his attacks on your neck. (Cutie.) "You're not alone in dipping into bad thoughts. Each night, I imagine how you would react when I touch you here—" Bruno grasps your waist before his large hand slides up your ribs, his thumb brushing the underside of your clothed breast.

You gasp and instinctively back away, his other arm bracing your back and sitting next to you as close as humanly possible.

"May I?" He whispers in your ear, his voice deep and guttural laced with a saccharine tone.

Nodding, you release the breath you've been holding. "Yes," you breathe, squeezing his broad shoulders. "You can do whatever you want, Bruno."

"Hm, what an eager girl I have on my hands," he softly teases before melting his lips on your mouth like honey.

Bruno glides his hand upward and cups your breasts through the thin material of your pajama top and soon realizes you're without a bra. He hisses and ends it with a groan as your nipples harden under his long fingers, his cock angrily twitching under his towel. Caressing your mounds, he squeezes them with rapacious pressure as his hands are far more substantial than your own. You feel like clay under his hands as you give way to his molding touch, finally getting what you always fantasized about.

"Tell me, what do you think about when you touch yourself?"

Oh, how he loves toying with you and seeing you squirm under his intent gaze.

Inhaling sharply, you look away. "I-I think about many things."

Bruno can't help but smile at you. "You're imaginative, I gather?"

You sigh, knowing he's messing with you. Of course, you have to be imaginative when you could never approach him. Pecking your temple, he lays off your breasts and embraces you in his arms.

"You and I both know what I'm asking for, yes?" He asks you with his face nuzzled in your neck.

You sigh and nod, ready for what's to come.

"So," he starts off with a confident lilt. Smooching the skin just below your earlobe, he then moves to kiss your ear. "Why don't you tell your Capo how much of a filthy girl you are?" He rasps right in your ear, the cadence of his Italian accent visceral.

You whine before your voice turns into a full-on moan as he sucks at the juncture of your neck and shoulder.

"Bruno," you sigh as he continues to give your skin a harsh suck. "Why?"

"I want to hear it from these pretty lips," he says against your flesh while indenting the swell of your bottom lip with his thumb.

You never knew he'd be this good at seducing you as your head reels with extreme lust.

"I... imagine y-you touching me."

"Where?"

"Here," you say, guiding his hand to one of your breasts and he yields to palm it.

"Do you want me to touch this again?"

"Not just that... I want your mouth there, too."

To say Bruno is quite pleased with your answer would be an understatement as his cock leaks with a newly formed bead of precum. Humming, he stares at you while letting his hands fall to the hem of your top before he pulls it up your bare torso. With your top half now naked before your Capo's ravenous, blue eyes, he gently pushes you down on your back and gets on top of you. Pawing at both of your breasts in his big hands, he gropes them and twists both of your nipples with avid interest. The warmth from his hands blooms over your flesh like fluttering butterflies carrying ecstasy in their wings.

"You're so beautiful that I can't help but be greedy with you," he breathes heavily over your lips. "I want you to myself, all night long."

Large and hungry, his hands stretch as wide as they can get as they're wanting all of your flesh in their captive cages. With your head thrown back, you're unable to realize Bruno's gorgeous face is moving closer until his hair tickles the crest of your breasts. His tongue curls out and it immediately runs a circle around one of your stiff buds before he takes it into his mouth and encases it with his full pout. Your flesh is warm and soft yet hard as he plays with your pert nipple. Bruno happily plays with your breasts with enthusiasm, tasting you as if you were candy. Scrunching his brows, he can feel more of his precum dribble out of his pulsing cock and it makes the Capo shake with anticipation.

Bruno's craving tongue is hot and eager over your breast as it swirls around before flicking your nipple and sucking it into his mouth. He licks your nipple within the tight capture of his lips, and he bites it as he watches you thrash under him like you can't bear the pleasure. The slickness between your legs has gone past the point of no return as it's now dripping down your inner thighs. Catching your other nipple with his free hand, he rolls it with pleasure.

"Mm, please," you mindlessly mew.

"Hmm? What is it, cara?" His question drives his wet lips to move across your pebbled nipple.

"I want more, I want you."

Bruno chuckles at how needy you've become now that you've gotten a taste of what he can do to you. Popping off your now reddened nipple, he turns his gracious attention to your neglected one and washes it with keen concentration.

"Then tell me where else you fantasize your Capo touching you. Show me everything, amore. Let me see what I've been missing."

You moan at his words and you guide his hand down your stomach until it’s at the waistband of your shorts.

"Please," is all you whisper out as your hands shake.

Bruno stands up at the edge of the bed and grips the sides of your shorts and pulls them off your legs with his eyes glued to your face. Flicking his vision to your panties, he unfurls your legs and silently gulps at how completely sodden the fabric is. Taking a thigh in hand, he bends at the hip and runs a thumb up your visibly swollen clit over your underwear. You arch your back and cry out, your hips jerking away.

"Bruno," you gasp, making the Capo's eyes snap over to you.

"You're so lovely, dolcezza. I love the way you react when I tease you."

Hooking brawny arms around your thighs, Bruno kneels on the floor while pulling your ass over the edge of the bed. Gasping, you try to hide his vision with your hands.

"Don't," he warns with steadfast eyes.

Inhaling, your brows knit and you reluctantly let him continue. Softening his expression, he examines the soaked fabric keeping him away from your delectable inner parts. Bruno ducks and leisurely runs his tongue up your clothed pussy, making you wantonly moan before you shield your mouth. He kisses your clit and lowers his mouth to prod your covered entrance with his tongue where most of your slick has accumulated. Viscous and dangerously hot, his eyes roll back as he lets his tongue taste the flavor that soils your panties. You've ruined your underwear to the point where the fabric is completely slippery and allows Bruno's lips and tongue to just glide over you.

With his sharp nose nuzzled against your clit, he drags a deep inhale and salivates as your scent intoxicates him. Balmy, his sinewy hands sink into the ample flesh of your thighs while getting drunk off your pussy's aroma, his thumbs veering upward past the flexed tendons in your inner thighs. Mouthing at your entrance with his plump lips, he soaks the material with his drool and presses his expert tongue into your folds. Your lips separate and push out of your panties from the sides, and Bruno can't help but crack a toothsome smile. The corners of his curled mouth slither over your naked outer lips as his tongue squishes your slit, playing with you until your hips can't stop moving. The saturated cloth forms your shape, giving Bruno a detailed yet hidden idea of how you look like.

Lust clouds his brain and all he can think about is you and your succulent pussy. Bruno is powerless when he's so pussy drunk. His head is mixed with a flurry of licentious thoughts, but one particular fantasy keeps coming to mind. The reverie is one of his favorites and entails him cramming dick underneath your panties and grinding into your sweetness before pinning the gusset to the side and penetrating you. But as much as he wants to do vile things with just your panties alone, he lets out a sigh and ceases his tongue. Roughly, he removes your underwear and places his hands back on your inner thighs like magnets. Perfectly nude before him, the expanse of your skin is like a feast he's more than ready to devour. You whine and look away as he thumbs you open to get a good look at your dripping pussy. Marveling at you, he groans at how impossibly wet you are. Bruno has a fair amount of experience and not even once has he seen anyone so soaked like this before.

"You’re so wet, tesoro. You're leaking everywhere and making a mess. You feel it, no? And to think you were quiet about having this delicacy waiting for me."

Slowly, he flattens his tongue at your entrance, and with his eyes trained on you, he licks the entirety of your pussy from hole to clit. Your features twitch with bliss stilling you as you stare at him. Leisurely ribboning his tongue across your clit, he moves it from side to side and delivers jolts of pleasure right through your spine and through every limb. You swivel your hips and jerk into his mouth, but he holds you down harder. Gripping the sheets while Bruno licks your pussy as if he’s having his first meal in days, you try to get a grasp on the situation but it's incomprehensible.

"Adoro il sapore della tua figa," he drones as his lips glide against your slippery folds. (I love the taste of your pussy.)

Bruno delves deep into your wetness, his tongue tracing circles around your tight hole until it slips inside. Your eyelids shoot open and you throw your head back with your fingers carding through his raven locks. He grunts, understanding this is where he belongs as you tug his hair and your legs fluctuate from spreading open and suffocating him. And Bruno wouldn't mind dying like this if it meant drowning in your cunt.

Savoring how you clench around his tongue, he pulls it out to ferally lap your clit with determination to make you cum hard. Your moans pitch higher and higher, signaling your orgasm is just over the horizon. Bruno sinks two thick fingers inside your pussy, groaning at the plush resistance while his tongue is still at it with your clit. The second his agile fingers curl and push a zone within you, you unexpectedly unravel from that motion alone. Squeezing his fingers with your rippling walls, you wail out and shake with violent tremors plaguing your body. Bruno's mouth slobbers over you as he's completely in awe by how sexy and beautiful you are when you're climaxing. Just watching you ride the waves of bliss could make the Capo cum.

With tears glossing your eyes, you let go of his hair as you come down from your unimaginable high. Blinking away tears, you see Bruno resting on his haunches looking like he's at his wit's end. His cock strains against his towel and it lifts the heavy fabric up, tenting it. The outline of his size is fuzzy yet still definable through the thick material, showing just how rock-hard he is. You swallow hard as his lithe body arches over you to give you an impassioned kiss on the lips. Snaking his tongue between your lips, he offers you a taste of yourself and your ears go hot. Is this the taste he savored so much?

Gradually breaking his all-encompassing kiss with a drunken smile, his eyes smooth over you with their misty appearance. Your head is fuzzy and you're starting to think this is all a dream, but it's not as your hands slide down his sculpted abs. Bruno is realer than ever and right in front of you, ready to unite your body with his. His muscles flex with your touch and completely tighten the lower your hands traverse the knots in his hard torso. Your fingertips brush over a prominent vein of his that guides you to where Bruno really wants you: his erection.

Exhaling audibly, his sapphires are locked on your dreamy face, and his heart soars when you look up at him through your lashes. Heavy and wanting, your eyes captivate him wholly, but then he feels your hands fiddle with the fold in his towel and breaks eye contact. Bruno's Adam's apple bobs, swallowing hard as you reveal his aching virility. With his eyes flickering between your face and your hand, he gauges your delighted reaction. Bruno is humble in everything he owns, yet, seeing how overjoyed you are with his size makes his ego fly through the roof. Standing tall and curved, your Capo is much bigger than you expected. His heavy cock looks painful with its deep rosy color at the aching and leaking head, and it makes your mouth water. Though you caught a sneak peek through the towel, it was nothing compared to how big he really is. He's not only thick but also long, though not long enough to be a painful cervix breaker.

"Bruno," you breathe in as a bead of precum drips down the side of him.

The desperate look in your eyes taunts him and makes him want to demolish you. Quickly latching his lips to yours, he dominates your mouth with heated zeal. Although devoted to his kiss for you, he shatters it with a groan when you wrap a hand around his girthy shaft. Your voice gets stuck in your throat as his slimy precum spreads under your palm, giving you the opportunity to stroke him with ease. Slowly pumping his veiny cock, you delicately cup one of his balls with your other hand, and he viciously grunts from the sensitivity.

"Don’t tease me, cara," he warns and grabs your wrists, and pulls you away from him.

Bruno lifts you up and positions you on all fours on the bed in front of him and his beating cock. You watch his dick bob in the air as he stands before you, letting you soak in all of his glory. Gathering your hair with a hand, he takes his cock by the base with another and rubs his delicate frenulum across your wet lips.

"Hai fantasticato di succhiarmi?" He questions you with a husky cadence in his charged voice. (Have you fantasized about sucking me?)

"Yes, Capo."

Bruno inhales shakily at the pet name, and there's a twinge that rifles through his cock.

"Allora fallo," he orders like the true Capo that he is. (Then do it.)

Opening your mouth as wide as it can go, your velveteen cavern swarms the head of his cock in pleasant warmth. You try and take all of him in at once and descend your mouth down his length as far as it can go, but it's too hard. Bruno cracks out a moan at your eagerness to please him as you try your best to pet the swollen underside of his dick with your tongue even though your mouth is obviously too full. Tightening his grip on your hair, he starts rocking himself into your mouth at a steady pace. Inching himself deeper and deeper, the end of his bulbous tip hits your throat, and you gag. With his mouth falling open, he can't hold back his animalistic craving to hear you gag over and over. Bruno's hands shift across your head and your pussy involuntarily clenches knowing what he's trying to do.

"You suck your Capo well," Bruno coos with a rasp, flanking the sides of your face in his hands. "I bet you did this about a hundred times in your head, no?"

You gurgle and choke around his cock in response, your body twitching as your gag reflex fights for control. With his thumbs resting on your temples, the rest of his fingers seam themselves in your hair as he locks your head in his big hands. Left completely caged in, you're vulnerable to your Capo's mercy. Bruno can't lie, he gets off on the fact that you're his subordinate and he's your boss with a power dynamic that's palpable. But whether he's your boss or not, he'd still want this control over you.

"Ti piace avere il cazzo del tuo Capo nella tua bocca avida?" Bruno groans, beguiled by your explorative tongue. (Do you like having your Capo's cock in your greedy mouth?)

The vibrations of your responsive moan make him shiver, riling up the mafioso even more. Shifting his hips back, Bruno thrusts in your mouth and instantly breaches the tightness of your throat and groans as you gag over the head of his engorged cock. You think he's going to pull out, and he does, but he only lets himself out about an inch before going in and making you gag once more. Repeating himself, he fucks your throat and mouth, making you gag each time he hits your throat. Oh, how he loves hearing you slurp his dick, and how he obsesses over you gagging on him.

Tears start brimming your eyes before they free themselves past your eyelashes and down your cheeks as Bruno maintains his cock in your throat. Resolved to satisfy him, you concentrate on breathing and wait for him to pull out. Being used in such a way makes your pussy spasm with need, a need for him to bury his long dick right into you. You feel his base jerk one, then two, then three times before he slides out of your mouth with a nasty string of saliva connecting you to his shiny cock.

"Che brava ragazza sei," he praises with much regard. (What a good girl you are.)

Taking your chin, he kisses you hard. You get lost in his kiss so much so that you're like a melted candle in his arms as he maneuvers you on your back once more. The bed dips with his weighted knees on either side of your hips, his strong thighs pushing your legs up and out to make way for him. Bruno parts from the kiss and cradles your cheeks with his hands while his cock brushes past your clit. He mimics your gaping mouth as he keeps pressing his shaft against your pussy, enthralled by the heat below his shaft. Repeating the same motions, he coats his dick with your nectar until vile squelches fill the air. Your entrance pulses underneath his girth, begging him to load you up in one go.

Mewling his name in a shrill voice, you dig your nails into his muscled back as you pull him closer. "I want you, please, right now," you desperately beg.

"Sono stato così disperato per te," he breathes, letting his blistering blue eyes fall down your beautiful body until they observe your glassy folds repeatedly splitting around his cock. (I've been so desperate for you.)

Bruno takes your breath away with his admission. "Really?"

"Sì, ever since I laid eyes on you, mia dolce ragazza," he whispers in your ear. (My sweet girl.)

Bruno runs the very tip of him down your entrance and carefully penetrates the tight barrier, melting the two of you into one. You whine as your elastic walls stretch to accommodate his immense proportion. Kissing your forehead as a reward for enduring the pain, he soothes you as he struggles to inch in deeper. It hurts and burns, but the fullness he brings is otherworldly and turns the pain into sweet elation. The second Bruno reaches halfway inside you, he retracts and feels your walls cling to him before he opens you back up by sinking into you again. His eyes roll back as he persists in unfurling your pussy from the inside, his throbbing cock spearing your taut walls with perseverance. Grabbing your waist, he huffs before finally bottoming out and growling with a clenched jaw.

"Sei così stretto, mi sta facendo impazzire," he sneers, his fingers indenting your flesh around your waist and hips. (You're so tight, it's driving me crazy.)

Your dewy insides hug him in a snug embrace as if you were made for him, turning the mafioso into some sort of creature for desire. Bruno is unable to fully grasp the staggering sensations you drown him in and struggles to keep his sanity in check. He's never felt so good in his life before, even when partaking in the sins of the flesh as this is on a different level than anything he's used to. You're enveloping Bruno in a bestial disposition.

"Cazzo," he sighs under his breath, struggling to restrain himself from fucking you until you're screaming and crying and too ruined for anyone else.

"You're really," you wince as he slides out. "Big."

"Hmm, I never knew," he teases sarcastically with a wolfish grin.

Thumping his way back into you, his pelvis meets your bottom with a light smack, its perfumed melody alighting both of your ears in flames. Bruno grabs one of your thighs and hikes it up on his hip, caressing the bottom of it as your other leg locks around his slender waist. With his magnetic blues fixated on you, he commences a deep, languid, and eager tempo.

"La tua figa è stupefacente." (Your pussy is amazing.) "You're amazing," he lovingly compliments you, his expression so adoring it makes your heart skip several beats.

Bruno smiles wholeheartedly when your pussy squeezes him, knowing you're touched by his words.

"Do you know how beautiful you are, carina?" He asks, wanting to stir your heart even more while he mixes your insides with zero effort.

Shyly meeting his eyes, your hands travel down the deep line in the middle of his back. His strong muscles shift under his warm skin every time he moves, waving like the sea he loves so much.

"You are," you simply reply, savoring the hot skin of his waist and hips that constantly brush your inner thighs as he fucks you.

"There's not a single person that could compare to you," he utters, capturing you in his vision.

Too blissed out to respond, you do so with a loud moan. Bruno watches you writhe beneath him just like he has in his dreams. Laid out and naked before him, your breasts bounce with his passionate, rolling hips and your face contorts as he pleasures your body in the most perfect of ways.

"Every night I imagine fucking you like this, and wonder how you would look if you were full of my cock," he murmurs. Lowering his face to your neck, he kisses you there before repeating with your earlobe. "I'm not disappointed in the slightest. Not when you look perfect with me inside you," he flatters in your ear, his voice so hoarse that it thunders through you.

Your lower body involuntarily jerks in response to his words, making the Capo grunt. Clasping his hands on the back of your thighs, he pins them to the bed and venerates the stretching pump his cock glides into you with. Your pussy incessantly swallows him whole with your labia opening wide around him. Salivating, he wishes he could fuck and eat you out at the same time with his greed driving his thoughts. With a sneer to his full mouth, he pounds into you and makes the bed shift with his emphatic motions. You gasp and pant, clutching onto him for dear life while he blooms heat through your body.

"I think you're being too loud, cara," he says in a taunting tone. "We don't want to wake everyone up now do we?"

Your walls clamp down on him and he smirks devilishly.

"Or do you?"

"No," you sigh, biting your lips together to quiet yourself.

Bruno's plump lips twitch into a wicked grin, determined to crack you open. Withdrawing until his tip is barely in you, he rams himself back in you with a loud smack and shriek emitting from your lips. You immediately see stars and you scramble to cover your mouth, helplessly silencing yourself.

"You just can't be quiet, can you? So cute," he says impudently while railing you as hard as you deserve.

Your toes curl and your limbs stiffen around him, and it proves difficult to keep your mouth shut even with the physical barrier of your hand. Bruno's rigid pelvis and toned thighs slap against your body, mingling with the other lascivious sounds that fill the room and bounce off the walls. It's surprising no one has banged on your wall at this point. Though it'd be awkward if someone were to hear both of you coalescing, Bruno is quite absorbed by the fact that you can't shut up even one bit. Releasing your thighs, he instead pushes them upward with his arms by palming the bed with his hands. The position has him closer and now you can get an ever better look at him while he drills into you with undying vigor.

"Ti piace guardarmi mentre ti scopo?" He goads you with a curled grin. (Do you like watching me fuck you?)

Your mouth hangs open with drool threatening to dribble down your chin, your endless arousal once again fanned by his exquisite comments. Your eyes snap down to your connection with your Capo's body, regarding the way his solid girth extends your folds past his gouging shaft. Bruno earnestly joins you in watching, the breadth of his tongue watering from the different perspective he has of the two of you. With his line of sight, he's able to see your entirety in far greater detail. Your folds glisten and stretch wider with the thicker part of his cock entering and exiting you, your aching hole repeatedly going from empty to expanding.

"I love seeing your small pussy swell over me each time I bury my cock in you," Bruno murmurs, shifting his hands higher up on the bed and forcing your hips to lift before hitting you at a different angle.

You sputter in the back of your throat as the pressure inside your womb abruptly amounts to such a degree of pleasure it's violently ripping a shrill voice out of you. Bruno's shaft drags through your gummy walls with vehemence and presses each and every spot within you with gracious speed and delicious force.

"Shut me up, please," you beg him with tears in your eyes.

Amused by your plea, he grins down at you and throws your legs over his shoulders to fold you in half under his muscular and heavy body. He places a hand over your mouth with his pinky below your nose and his face dangerously close to yours as if he's studying you like a specimen.

"As much as I want to hear that pretty voice of yours, amore, you're being a noisy girl," he utters.

Bruno grunts, your pussy squeezing him in response to him.

"La tua piccola fica continua a soffocarmi il cazzo, dolcezza." (Your little cunt keeps choking on my cock.) "Your throat is no different than this, hm?" He coos while clasping a big hand around your throat to make a point.

Your body dances with pleasure for him as he hotly scowls down at you with his own desire and lust filling him to the brim.

"You're so kind for rewarding me with that loud, immoral voice of yours," he lilts, his accent becoming thicker with each word just like his cock is with each pulsating lunge.

"One would think you're a shameless woman with such erotic moans," he goads you, fanning the fires inside you. "Devi davvero amare il cazzo del tuo capo, no?" (You must really love your Capo's cock, no?)

Tears cascade down your cheeks and his hands as your impending climax is starting to drive you mad. With such a gorgeous sight below him, his grip on your mouth tightens with his fingers digging into your cheek's flesh. There's now a permanent wrinkle in between his eyebrows, and that alone shows just how much he's enjoying himself. Absolutely immersed in you, he can't soften any of his features and put a facade on as he's deep in the trenches of rapture. Swallowing thickly, he knows his end is near.

Bruno lets your legs down and he bends to seize one of your nipples with his lips and tongue. He loves how you moan earnestly, relishing the vibrations that your voice makes under his hand. Sucking your nipple, his tongue washes over it and you're almost on the very edge of snapping. Detaching from your nipple, there's a line of spit following his bottom lip as he gazes up at you while switching to your other nipple. With the sensation of his cock impetuously driving into your saturated pussy, he confines you with one arm under your back while still covering your mouth. Encircling your arms around his neck, you struggle to breathe with his hand covering your mouth and his body drilling into yours. Canting his hips at an angle that has him positioned slightly above you, he hits a sweet spot you never knew you had and you shudder and shriek in his hand. Clenching his teeth, he hisses as his slapping balls tighten and his cock swells with more blood; the feeling of your pussy pulsating on him engulfs him in rhapsody. Your walls hug him tighter than ever, and he knows your orgasm is imminent.

"Right there, dolcezza? La tua figa vuole il mio cazzo proprio qui?" Bruno punctuates his statement with a particularly rough thrust. (Does your pussy want my cock right here?)

"Mmmh!" You cry, your nails raking his back as your depths refuse to let him reel back his cock.

Bruno is unyielding in his hammer-like lunges, yet his tempo has changed from meticulous thrusts to sloppy crashes. Statuqesue curves billow in his working muscles, his warm skin rising with goosebumps as his end is near. Ripping his hand from your mouth, he palms your face with your ear between his thumb and index finger and weaves your mouths together. The two of you exchange moans in the open-mouthed kiss, your tongues intertwining as Bruno drills you into the rocking bedframe.

"Sto per venire, tesoro. Verrai per me?" He rasps in your mouth, his spit-slicked lips slipping across your wet mouth. (I'm gonna cum, darling. Will you cum for me?)

You frantically nod and his hands dig into the flesh of your hip and back as he uses your body as leverage to make you fuck him back. You roll your pelvis into him and he growls, his nails creating crescent marks into your back as he cradles and carries it. His jaw hangs open and his darkened blue eyes are steadfast on you, openly groaning as he falls over the precipice, and that smoldering expression alone makes you cum hard. Casing your mouth with his, he stifles your scream with a fierce kiss that hardly lets you breathe.

Both of your bodies' visceral responses swallow each other whole. Bruno's shaft twinges as torrents of semen erupt from it and coat your insides while continuously fucking you with all his might, sloshing your liquids together in a lecherous amalgamation. Milking his beating cock with your clinging, viscid bounds, you draw out copious amounts of Bruno's delicious release. Shivers run down your spine as you can't control your body's muscle spasms with otherworldly euphoria bludgeoning you. Bruno's searing-hot base jerks with up and down motions and gradually slows along with your throbbing walls.

There's a trickle of liquids between the bond of your tired bodies, but the two of you can only focus on the dull pulse that's waning. Bruno is languid with his minute thrusts as globs of his release ooze out of you. Absolutely satiated and full of him, you lie mollified on the bed while he eases off you. Bruno smiles at you before pecking your lips and petting your hair, high on cloud nine from your acceptance of him. His eyes shoot down to your coupling and he sucks in air through his pearly whites and retracts from your molten heat. Your stretched skin glides back off him and he admires the hue of your tender flesh as it drools of his thick ejaculate.

Whining from the emptiness inside of you, you pout at him. Bruno chuckles in response but is hypnotized by the sight before him. Tilting his head as if he were inspecting a work of art, he takes his index and middle finger to split your bathed folds, and more globs of his cum flood out. He hums with delight and scoops some of the white fluid with his fingers before bringing it up to your mouth. Receiving his offer without reflection, you eagerly stick your tongue out for him, and he gracefully makes you taste him.

"Come assaggio?" He asks with a simper, keeping intense eye contact with you. (How do I taste?)

Sucking his fingers as they leave your mouth, you swallow his release and smile. "Delicious."

Bruno laughs and smooches your cheek. Taking a piece of your hair, he rolls it thoughtfully before putting it back behind your ear and beaming at you with splendid satisfaction.

"Well, was I everything you imagined?" He asks you with the most gorgeous smile a man could have. "I know my dreams were a pale comparison to the real thing."

You turn bashful by Bruno's thoughtful words and teeter your own remarks.

"Y-yes. Possibly, more than I could have ever imagined, really."

Resting his forehead against yours, he pushes you down with his tall nose pressing past the side of your nose and into your cheek.

"Smettila di essere così adorabile. Otherwise, I'll have to ravage you again," he growls. (Stop being so adorable.)

A silent gasp escapes you. "What if I want that?"

A sardonic laugh blows out of his nose. "You don't know what you're asking for, dolcezza," he says, nuzzling your cheek with his.

"No, really," you back away and sit up on your knees to lean into him.

Bruno's expression turns serious with his features relaxed yet stern. "I said stop. Unless you want me fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk or sit down."

You gasp and relent, lying back down. Amused, he sighs a laugh and grabs your hand before kissing the palm of it.

"Let me get you something to clean you up, mio dolce." (My sweet.)

Kissing your temple, Bruno gets off the bed and goes into the bathroom to dampen a washcloth. You sit patiently for him until he comes walking back with zero shame for being in his birthday suit and still being rock-hard. Avoiding eye contact, you scoot over to the end of the bed. He offers you his hand and you take it to stand, but you can barely do so without your legs wobbling.

"Here," Bruno coos, seizing your arms and putting them around his skinny waist. "Reggimi." (Hold me.)

Doing as he says, you cling to him while he gently wipes you down. You're so much smaller than him that he has to bend quite a lot to reach the areas of your sensitive parts.

"Just a little longer, carina," he muses with a sweet, tender tone.

Finishing up by folding the washcloth to a clean side, he gives your swollen lips one last pat before standing up.

"You didn't have to, but thank you."

Carding a hand through your hair, he tosses the cloth in a hamper in the corner of the room.

"Of course, cara. I want to. You honored me with your body and I made a mess out of it, so it's only natural I clean my mess."

Your heart soars and that's when the heaviness of the situation dawns on you. Though you want to discuss what's going on, you'll leave it for tomorrow when your head is less fuzzy.

Bruno effortlessly scoops you up into his arms and lays you back onto the bed before sliding in next to you with the blankets being pulled over the two of you. Humming with contentment, he snuggles against your soft body as he silently remarks how your skin feels like silk chiffon.

"Bruno," you call out.

Those vivid sapphires gaze at you, and a thick eyebrow raises.

"Is your shower really broken?"

Staring at you, he cracks a huge, guilty smile.

"Bruno!" You admonish him, gently shoving him as he starts laughing. "Who's the dirty one now, huh? My very own Capo!"

"A man must do what he must," he hums, wrapping his arms around you. "Regardless of what position he's in."

Scoffing with a laugh, you look at him incredulously. "And what is it that a man must do?"

"To make the one he desires fall for him," he answers you, his gorgeous blue eyes sparkling like you're a jewel he's treasuring.

"I... I never knew you felt that way," you gulp. "I could have never imagined my Capo having those feelings for me."

Your tone saddens him and he sits up, his pecs on display as the blanket slithers down his sinewy abs.

"Amore," he starts, swallowing hard.

He sighs and looks away and it surprises you. Is he nervous?

"I have very strong feelings for you," he admits, taking your hand and sandwiching it between his. "If I didn't, I would have never done something so improper of a Capo."

Your heart nearly sinks at the word 'improper' and your expression falters, but he shakes his head.

"What I mean is, I never want to put you in a place where you felt overpowered by me because of my position. So, that's why I never pursued you," he says, rubbing your fingers with his bigger ones. "Do you understand now?" Bruno asks you beseechingly, his eyes scavenging your face for any answers.

You take his hand that's been fiddling with your own and you press it against your cheek, twinkling at him. "I do."

"Mia ragazza, you're sweeter than anything in this world," he coos lovingly before stealing a blazing kiss from you. (My girl.) "Ti amo," he says in a barely-there whisper across the swell of your lips, his glazed-over eyes peering down at you through long lashes. (I love you.)

The words spilled out of his mouth like honey and you're left speechless.

"I know it's sudden, but don't feel like you have to—"

"I love you, Bruno. I always have... and I think you've known that."

Chuckling against your lips, he smirks. "I did."

Bruno blends his luscious lips with yours, his tongue seeking your own to savor you. Shifting atop you, he lies between your legs with his neverending erection pressing into your inner thigh while controlling the assertive kiss. Bruno encapsulates you in his warmth as he's still completely stripped and completely clinging to you like glue. Moving his head to the side, he deepens the kiss even more and bathes your tongue with his in wet curls. You moan his name and he hums before peppering wet kisses down your neck. He takes one of your thighs and brings it up, fastening it to his waist before slowly grinding into the fresh moisture between your legs. It's intrinsic for him to automatically search for your heat, wanting to always be close to you. In the back of his mind, there's an annoying voice telling him to stop and let you rest, but he can't. Not when you've both confessed to one another after years of fluctuating between do and don't. It's now time Bruno cherishes you with his entire heart.

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jotarosblkwifey · 11 months

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I Just Want to Please You

Jonathan Joestar - The actual love of my life

Warnings: oral, overstimulation, bondage, soft dom, dacryphilia, breeding, ab riding, cream pie, pussy drunk Jonathan lots of things..

the more i look at this the more i hate it LMFAO

@sailewhoremoon

Jonathan loves you passionately, sometimes too passionately. This had been your fifth orgasm of the night and your husband, Jonathan, showed no signs of slowing down anytime soon.

It was exhausting sometimes. The way he’d switch you from position to position. While you were too weak from your orgasm to move or say slow down. Each night, he’d have you go dumb, and each night, you’d let him. Because no matter how much he asked of you, you loved him just as much as he loved you. And what better way to show that love than letting him use you like a rag doll?

That's how you ended up in the position you were in now. Staring up at the ceiling and grasping onto the sheets below you. Your legs, pulled apart, held by the sheer strength of your husband.

The sound of your moans and his constant licking and sucking at your bud drove you wild. Every once in a while, you would hear Jonathan let out a deep moan, causing you to look up and stare as he humped the bed while pleasuring you.

It was a pornographic sight, truly.

But you couldn’t handle it at all.

“Jonathan please, too much-” You threw your head back and started to moan uncontrollably. You raised your hand to try and pry his head away from your clit, but your previous orgasms had made you weak against the man. To your luck, Jonathan stopped, sighing a little before kissing the top of your head, before moving his kisses to your neck, giving small bites here and there. You were too distracted by his sweet but sudden actions that you didn’t even realize that Jonathan had taken off his tie and begun wrapping your arms within the fabric.

“Jonathan?” you’d whisper out to him.

“Sh, it’s ok, my love. I just need you to be patient, yeah? You can do this for me, right, my love?” You nodded yes while a small line of drool began rolling down your chin. “That’s right. You are so perfect. I just want to please you. My perfect wife.” He’d say as he checked to make sure your hands were tied to the bedpost.

And before you could even process it, Jonathan was back at your cunt, using his fingers and tongue both to bring you to your climax. Over and over, his fingers would work into you, and He pepper kisses along your stretch marks. All you could do was lay there and take it. Unable to move or squeeze your legs shut from the stimulation. You felt your sanity slowly slip away. Only the sounds of your whimpers could be heard now. He had pulled another three more orgasms out of you after you had been tied up. This continued for another thirty minutes. You felt like you couldn’t breathe. You could feel Jonathan letting up as you slowly came down from the third.

But you knew this wasn’t the end. You watched in awe as your husband stripped the rest of his clothes, throwing them on the floor without care, before slowly crawling to you on all fours. He looked like some kind of sex God, coming to claim you as his. You watched as his dick slapped against his stomach a little as he got closer. You were speechless but so ready for him.

Slowly he brought his mouth to your neck once again. Moaning into your skin as he felt his dick press against your stomach.

“Oh, the things I’m going to do to you.” He chuckled after he mumbled those words into your skin.

You tried to reach out and touch him, but you were stopped instantly by the tie that bound you to the wooden frame. Jonathan took his time as he kissed all the way down to your womb before he spoke again.

“Are you going to let me fill you up?” He said with a kind face. It had you baffled. The way these deboutrous words were able to leave such a sweet mouth. You were jolted out of your thoughts when Jonathan pinched your clit, eyes begging for your attention. “I asked you a question, my love.”

“Yes, please.”

“Please, what?” he’d ask as if he didn’t know.

“Please fill me up.” He grinned at your words. and instead of answering, you felt him plunge into you. Causing the two of you to moan out in pleasure.

Jonathan stood on his knees, his right arm hooked around your leg, holding it above his waist, and his left hand placed right above your womb. You were so overwhelmed by his touch that his skin felt searing hot against yours, as if he were on fire.

As he began thrusting into you, Jonathan’s hand never left your lower stomach. He wanted to feel the bulge that would come and go as he plunged inside of you. And all you could do was moan and whine.

“Oh my God, Jonathan. Fuck.” You’d pant out, eyes rolling to the back of your head a little each time he hit that spot.

“Does that feel good? Am I making you feel good, my love?” He’d ask with furrowed eyebrows and a small hint of sweat now growing on his left brow.

“So good so so goo-” Your words were cut off when you let out a sudden and loud moan; caused by Jonathan pushing your legs to your chest. He was going deeper and harder than before, letting out loud, sultry moans that had you seeing heaven.

Everything was happening so fast that you didn’t even realize how close you were until you were gushing on his dick. You swear you could have seen the stars. And even though you have just climaxed, your husband kept plowing into you like a madman. The slapping sound of your colliding flesh filled your ears, along with the sound of Jonathan’s dick sliding in and out of your sopping cunt.

“So tight,m-love.” He’d slur and repeat with a hoarse voice. Your eyesight was now blurry, clouded by tears of overstimulation. It was too much to handle.

Soon you could hear another sound start to overpower that of the two of your moans. The bed shaking from the power of your husband's thrusts had become erratic. Jonathan was practically using your body as a personal cock sleeve, fucking you into oblivion.

Suddenly, Jonathan’s hands dropped your legs, causing them to fall onto the soft sheets below them. After he pulled out of you, Jonathan found himself flipping your body over onto your stomach. Making you let out a soft whimper, but before you could say anything, Jonathan raised your ass to his front.

He gave you a few teasing prods in and out of your whole, only allowing his tip to enter you. Before once again pushing into you. Letting out the most whore like moan a man could make.

“You feel so good, baby.” He says in your ear, before nipping at it a little.

The tie felt tighter now that it was twisted from your body being flipped. You knew that there would be a dent from where your hands were tied. You did your best to hold up the rest of your body, but you were so weak from your multiple orgasms Jonathan ended up doing most of the work, making sure to hold you in your place.

Not that he cared though; Jonathan loved doing the work to make you cum. It made him feel good to know he was making you feel good.

You could feel the way he stretched you out more and more each time he pushed back into you. The bed frame had switched out the sound of constant creaking to a much louder march harder sound as it began to hit the wall behind it with each thrust.

It felt like he was trying to break you in half. You knew Jonathan was stronger than the average human, but God, the way he laid into your cunt had you shuddering on his dick.

With each thrust, the tie became looser and looser until it was no longer wrapped around your wrists. Your constant tugging at the fabric from the rough thrusts had caused it to slowly come undone.

The constant clenching around Jonathan’s length had finally begun to take a toll on him. You could feel it with the sloppiness of his thrusts and the growing sounds of his grunts.

One of the hands that gripped your waist as he rocked into you was now working at your clit. You couldn’t even moan anymore; words and sounds that tried to leave your mouth fell silent at your lips.

“Cum with me again.” He’d whisper in your neck as he bent over you. His pace faltering a little bit. “Please?” He’d whimper.

But before you could let out a moan of “yes”, a dramatic snapping filled your ears, and you felt Jonathan’s thrusts stop. It wasn’t until Jonathan pulled out of you, laughing a little bit, did you realize you were laying at an angle now, your bodies, closer to the ground than usual.

He broke the bed.

The two of you had broken the bed.

Instead of stopping and collecting himself as a normal person would, Jonathan tugged on your body once more, carrying your body and holding it to a wall.

“Jonathan, the bed.” You moaned out, feeling him enter you again.

“I know love, it was weak.” he sighed, “It’s okay, we don’t need it.” And with that, he began moving into you again.

“Give me one more. Ok my love? You can do it for me right?” He panted out.

“That’s my good girl.” He’d say before losing himself in the pleasure.

You were officially cockdrunk as Jonathan finally came inside you. Ropes of thick, hot, creamy cum painted your walls. Your husband let out a series of uncontrollable moans. Holding you up at the wall as he calmed down.

He maneuvers your body to the floor delicately, kissing your cheeks and lips over and over with his now swollen lips.

You were tired beyond belief. You couldn’t even let out a sound of protest as he moved his face to your cunt, watching as his cum dripped out of you slowly before deciding to clean out all of the remaining cum... with his tongue. It felt so obscene watching him eat his cum out of you as if he was a starved man.

And once he had pulled away from you, satisfied with his job, he rolled your naked body onto his stomach, rocking you back and forth over his abs. The pressure you felt on your clit each time he moved over one of his abs had you gone. Your body was practically lifeless as he sat up, making you straddle him fully.

“You did such a good job for me my love. Such a good job.” He peppered kissed on your forehead as his hand cupped your head softly. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” You whimpered back.

“We need a new bed.”

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