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Barista preferita: Secondo x Fem!Reader

Summary: You held a special place in Secondo's heart, or at least that's what he used to tell you. As a bartender, you had become familiar with his visits to the bar, and he was undoubtedly one of the most frequent customers. On this particular day, he approached you with an unusual request: he asked if you would be willing to join him in his hotel room later for a movie night.

Words: 5.869

Warnings: Smut +18 (fingering; voyeurism; oral sex: m-f/f-m; unprotected sex) | Italian swearing | Swearing

Inspired by the request of @ghou1srus for the Sleepy Dialogue: "I didn't know you were such a cuddler", as Tumblr didn't let me post it as a prompt.

You had always dreamt of landing your dream job, envisioning yourself working in a prestigious company with a brilliant and supportive boss. But as fate would have it, you ended up in a totally different place, a bar, serving the most distinguished people. Most of the clientele were delightful, but, as with any job, there was one particular client who proved to be a challenge.

His name was Secondo, a regular client at the bar. At first glance, he appeared to be a distinguished gentleman, always dressed in well-tailored suits and speaking with eloquence. However, it didn't take long for you to realize that he had a penchant for causing trouble. He was demanding and often condescending, always trying to get your attention and expecting some kind of VIP service. He would start to speak in Italian, especially after a few drinks. But, at least, he would often left leaving a great tip, no matter how well you served him.

From day one, you noticed something peculiar about Secondo. It wasn't that he was a terrible person or a horrible client; on the contrary, he seemed charming, polite, and competent. But soon, you realized his Achilles' heel – Secondo was a womanizer. He seemed to take pleasure in making your work more challenging, after some drinks, he would be flirting with random women at the bar, and with you, especially with you.

One particularly busy night, Secondo's behavior reached its peak. He had clearly overindulged in alcohol, becoming loud and you knew you had to intervene. You approached him calmly but firmly, asking him to lower his voice. Surprisingly, his demeanor shifted, and he became apologetic, recognizing his inappropriate behavior.

The days turned into weeks, Secondo transformed into a different client; he stopped flirting with the women at the bar, most part of the time he wouldn't even drink, he'd just sit on the bar stool close to the counter and talk to you almost the whole night.

As the weeks went by, you found yourself engaging in more conversations with Secondo during quieter moments at the bar. You discovered that he was a musician, a singer. His passion for music and art became evident, and it was clear that he was more complex than his troublesome facade. In time, you established an unexpected friendship with Secondo. He confided in you about his struggles, and you listened with empathy and without judgment. Your genuine interest in him as a person made a significant impact on his life, he even started to call you as his "barista preferita".

You had to admit that you started to look forward to his visits. You knew exactly what time he would arrive; he was never late to spend the night with you. Also, you two would exchange looks almost all the time, and smile at each other too. As you both settled into each other's company, you noticed a warmth growing in your heart. It was a feeling you couldn't quite explain.

One evening, as the bar started to wind down, Secondo stayed a little longer than usual, sipping an alcoholic drink after long months without drinking. Although you were nervous in what it could lead to, you were trusting him to behave.

"Barista preferita," Secondo said softly, calling for you.

"Oh! Just a minute, sir!" You smiled, looking at him while you were serving another client at the counter of the bar. "I'll talk to you in a second."

You heard him grunting, "no rush." His voice was sharp, in a low tone.

Once you finished helping the other customer, you made your way to Secondo's stool, wearing a warm and friendly smile.

"Apologies for the wait," you said.

"Nothing to worry about," he replied, his tone softer now. "I just wanted to spend a little more time talking with mia barista preferita."

A blush crept up your cheeks, and you chuckled. "Well, I'm honored to be your favorite," you replied. "What can I get you, sir?"

"Will you ever stop calling me as 'sir'?" he asked, looking into your eyes. "You know my name, you can use it."

"I know, I think is just how I'm used to call the clients."

"Do you want to hurt my feelings?" He rested his hand on his chest. "Am I just another client for you? You know you have a special place inside of my heart."

You were taken aback by the serious tone in his voice. "Oh, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings, Secondo," you said sincerely. "You're definitely not just another client to me."

He raised an eyebrow, waiting for you to continue.

"You're right," you admitted, feeling a bit embarrassed. "I should call you by your name. It's just that I've always been taught to address customers respectfully, and 'sir' felt like a safe choice. But if it makes you uncomfortable, I'll be more than happy to use your name."

A small smile tugged at the corners of Secondo's lips, and his eyes softened. "Grazie," he said appreciatively. "It's nice to know that you see me as more than just a customer."

"You're much more than that," you said sincerely.

His smile grew wider, and he reached across the counter to give your hand a gentle squeeze. "Mio sole, always brighten up my night."

The warmth of his words made your heart flutter. "Thank you," you said softly, feeling a bit shy now. "I appreciate your kind words. Anyway, what can I get for you, Secondo?"

"Anytime," he replied, his gaze never leaving yours. "About my order, I want something simple, mio sole," he paused, looking at you from head to toe. "Would you like to join me after work to watch a movie with me?"

"I'd love to," you replied, your smile growing wider. "But, si- Secondo, I don't think there will be any cinema open."

"Oh don't worry," he took the last sip of his drink. "We can go to my hotel room and watch one, what do you think?"

"Your hotel room?" you asked nervously. "I- I mean... I guess it's fine? I mean, are you sure? We can do it tomorrow, in the afternoon."

He shook his head. "Please, I insist. Tonight, stay with me. It'll be just a movie."

"Well, if it will be just a movie, I guess it's fine then."

Secondo grinned, his eyes lighting up with delight. "Fantastic! It's a date then. Now lend me a pen!"

You automatically blushed as you heard him calling it a "date." With a trembling hand, you gave him your pen, watching him write something down on a napkin and folding it right after.

"Here," he gave you the napkin. "This is the address of the hotel, and the number of my room. I'll be waiting for you there."

You nodded as you watched him get up from the stool.

"I'm going to comeback to the hotel now," he said, taking his suit jacket from the back of the stool, dressing it.

"Ok, Sir," you replied, seeing him arching an eyebrow. "I mean, Secondo." You corrected yourself, seeing a smile of satisfaction on his lips.

With a mischievous smile on his lips, he gave you a final look before making his way to the exit door. As you watched him leave, a shy feeling washed over you. You couldn't help but wonder what was going on in his mind. Shaking your head, you decided to check the napkin he gave you.

Opening the napkin, you read the name and address of his hotel, with the number of his room written neatly at the end. Surprisingly, it wasn't too far from where you were, and you realized you could go there by foot.

Tonight was going to be different, spending time with Secondo outside of the bar, in a more personal setting. You couldn't deny that you were looking forward to it, despite your initial reservations. It was unexpected, this invitation caught you off guard, as your interactions with Secondo had always been strictly reserved for the time he would stay inside of the bar. The thought crossed your mind that perhaps there was more to this invitation than an innocent movie night. You had to admit to yourself that you had already considered the possibility of something more with your client.

As the night fell, you finished your shift at the bar, eager to head to Secondo's hotel, following the address written on the napkin. The city lights illuminated the streets, and the cool evening air brushed against your skin.Your heart pounded in your chest as you walked towards his hotel. The mischievous smile he had given you before leaving the bar lingered in your mind. This was uncharted territory for you, and you couldn't help but feel nervous.

Arriving at the hotel, you took a moment to compose yourself before entering. The lobby was elegant and sophisticated, but your nerves overshadowed all of it. You approached the reception, and with a timid smile, you inquired about Secondo's room number. The receptionist gave you a warm smile, directing you to the elevator.

When the elevator doors opened, you walked down the corridor, searching for the right room number. With each step towards his door, your anticipation grew. You wondered what he had in mind for the night. However, now was too late, you were already in front of his door. You knocked on the door, and after a brief moment, Secondo opened it, looking dashing as ever in his tailored suit.

"Buona sera, cara," he said, his smile warm and inviting.

"Thank you for inviting me, Secondo." You gave him a bright smile, trying to hide how nervous you were.

"Thank you for coming."

Without hesitation, he stepped aside, gesturing for you to enter. The room was elegant, with a cozy ambiance that made you feel at ease. There was a small table set up with snacks and drinks, hinting at a movie night indeed. As you heard him closing the door, you felt a shiver running down your spine.

"Benvenuti nella mia modesta dimora," Secondo said with a playful flair, gesturing towards his cozy space. "Make yourself comfortable." He walked towards you, stopping behind you, and resting a warm hand on your shoulder.

His touch on your shoulder sent a shiver down your spine, causing you to freeze in place. "W-Which movie a-are we going to watch?" you stammered, trying to compose yourself as his hand moved from your shoulder to your arm, gently caressing it.

"It's 'The Devil's Advocate,'" he replied, pulling back his hand and walking toward the bed. "Have you ever watched it?" he asked, turning to look at you.

"No, I haven't," you replied, trying to hide the fact that you had actually watched the movie before. "I've heard good things about it though."

Secondo grinned, seemingly pleased with your response. "Eccellente! I think you'll enjoy it."

"Where are we going to watch it?" you inquired.

"Here, on the bed," he answered casually, gesturing towards the comfortable space nearby.

As the words left his lips, a subtle warmth crept onto your cheeks. Your eyes followed his movements as he gracefully removed his jacket suit, unbuttoning his vests, and placing them on a nearby chair. You felt hypnotized as he loosened his tie around his neck. Your gaze drawn to him, captivated by his every move. The simple act of untying the knot felt strangely intimate. As the tie finally came undone, he placed it on the chair, turning to face you with a soft smile.

"But before we watch it, do you want to take a shower? I presume you came from work, you must be tired, tesoro," Secondo suggested, his voice filled with genuine concern.

"I-I... I don't have clothes to do it, sir," you hesitated, feeling a bit self-conscious.

"You don't need to worry," he reassured you with a warm smile, "you can use one of the bathrobes when you are done."

The idea of freshening up after a long day at work sounded tempting, and the thought of wearing a soft bathrobe, added a hint of extra comfort. With a nod and a shy smile, you accepted his offer.

As you headed to the bathroom, you closed the door behind you, taking a deep breath. Your thoughts started to run freely on your mind; what are you doing? You are in your client's hotel room, taking a shower on his bathroom, and you are going to wear one of his bathrobes? What about what you just saw? The way he removed each part of his clothes, felt so intimate.

You hook your head undressing, you let the clothes fall to the floor, feeling a sense of release. You decided that a hot shower was just what you needed to unwind and collect your thoughts. Stepping into the shower, you turned the faucet, and the hot water cascaded down, the warmth enveloped your tired body, easing the tension from your muscles.

With a deep breath, you turned off the shower, feeling a sense of calm washing over you. Wrapping yourself in a soft towel, you dried your body, getting one of the bathrobes hanged on the wall, dressing it.

When you emerged from the bathroom, wrapped in a plush bathrobe, you found Secondo waiting for you with a welcoming smile, sitting on the bed with his back against the headboard. At this moment, only the bedside table lamps were turned on, casting a soft glow that illuminated the space with a dim.

"Feeling better now, mio sole?"

You nodded walking to the bed to join him. "Yes, Secondo. Thank you for letting me take a shower." You sat beside him on the bed leaving a small space between you two.

"Sono contento di averti aiutato a rilassarti, spero di poterti far rilassare ancora di più," he murmured, gazing at you. "Should we start our movie now?" With a playful tilt of his head, he looked at you upside down.

You nodded in agreement, grabbing the sheets, covering your legs. You both settled into a comfortable position, ready to continue the movie night that had already become so much more than just watching films.

As the movie played, you found yourself fully immersed in the plot, trying your best to act surprised or shocked at certain twists, even though you knew what was coming. Secondo seemed to be enjoying himself too, occasionally glancing over at you to gauge your reactions.

But after a long day, as the silence enveloped the room and the movie played softly on the TV, you couldn't help but feel your eyelids growing heavy. Seeking comfort, you instinctively leaned into Secondo, who seemed to notice your tiredness and adjusted his position to accommodate you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders.

As you opened your eyes, you found yourself in the embrace of Secondo's comforting arm. Blushing, you quickly sat up, pulling away from him.

"I'm sorry, Secondo," you mumbled, apologizing for your actions.

"It's alright, tesoro," he smiled warmly, reaching over to turn off the TV. "I didn't know you were such a cuddler," he teased.

"I guess I didn't either," you smiled shyly, glancing at him. "It's just that the movie was so cozy, and your arm… it felt nice."

"My arm felt nice?" He responded playfully.

You nodded, turning your gaze away slightly embarrassed. What were you saying at this point? Were you that tired?

"No," he said, gently holding your chin to turn your face towards him. "Look at me and answer my question, tesoro."

You met his gaze, captivated by his heterochromatic eyes. "Yes, Secondo. Your arm felt nice," you admitted.

A mischievous glint sparkled in Secondo's eyes as a playful smile formed on his lips. "Well, tesoro, I must say your confession is quite intriguing," he teased, the warmth of his voice sending a tingling sensation through your body.

"W- Why?" you stammered.

"Because," Secondo began, his voice soft and filled with amusement, "I've never had anyone find my arm so cozy during a movie before. It's quite the unique compliment."

"Well, I guess I have a talent for finding coziness in unexpected places," you replied, trying to match his playful tone.

Secondo chuckled, his eyes never leaving yours. "I suppose you do, tesoro," he said, his voice low and husky. "And I have to admit, I find your cuddling skills quite endearing."

"Endearing?" you repeated, the word making your heart skip a beat.

"Yes," he confirmed, his hand gently caressing your cheek. "There's something about you that makes me want... more."

"Mo-"

Before you could say something, his lips collapsed on yours. Your breath caught in surprise, but you quickly melted into the kiss. His lips were soft and warm against yours, his hand on your cheek, stroking it gently. As the kiss deepened, you wrapped your arms around Secondo's neck, pulling him closer to you. His hands held you firmly yet tenderly, as if he never wanted to let you go. You felt his tongue brush lightly across your lips and you opened them for him, allowing his tongue to enter your mouth. You tasted him, a tease that was both sweet and bitter at the same time. His tongue moved inside of your mouth, exploring every part of it. The kiss became more passionate as your own tongue began to move against his. Secondo broke the kiss and looked at you with a smile.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered. "You know, I've been wanting for this ever since I first saw you."

"Se-"

He kissed you again, this time harder. You moaned into his mouth as his tongue explored your mouth. You could feel yourself getting wetter as his kisses became more urgent. Secondo, reached for the knot in your bathrobe, untying it, slowly sliding his warm hand under the fabric of it holding your waist in a firm grip bringing you closer to him.

He broke the kiss, resting his forehead against yours, looking at your eyes. Gently, his fingertips traced a delicate path from your waist to your thigh, resting it between your legs. Your body shuddered as he teased you with the tip of his finger, just brushing against your wetness. You purred, arching your back as he slid his fingers along your folds, slowly parting them, letting his thumb brush over your clit.

He leaned in, his lips tenderly brushed against your neck. You arched your neck slightly, giving him better access, and let out a soft sigh of pleasure as his warm lips left a trail of kisses on your skin. Your hands went for the back of his neck, scratching it with your nails.

"Secondo..." you gasped, your heart pounding with a mix of emotions. "We shouldn't be doing this."

He immediately pulled away, sitting on the bed. "Mi dispiace, mio sole," he said softly, a hint of regret in his voice. "You don't want it?" he inquired, concern evident in his eyes.

"No," you watched him start to get up, panic briefly flooding your thoughts. "Wait!" You reached for his arm, kneeling on the bed in front of him. "I do, but... we should be careful. I don't want things to get complicated."

"Why would they?" he asked, looking at you.

"I value our friendship, and you're my client, Secondo," you continued, "and I don't want anything to jeopardize it. But..." You hesitated, searching for the right words. "I can't deny the attraction I feel for you." You ran your fingers on his shoulder getting closer to him.

"But don't you think it's worth the risk?" he asked. "I can't deny the way I feel when I'm with you, and I believe there's something between us." He took a bold move, grabbing your hips and pulling you closer.

"Y-Yes..." you replied breathlessly, your face inching closer to his, you ghosted your lips against his.

You both closed the distance between your lips, kissing tenderly. You felt his tongue slide into your mouth, and you returned it with your. Your hands ran up and down his back as your bodies pressed together. His hands grabbed your ass, pulling you closer to him. Your hands slid under his shirt, caressing his chest. He groaned against your lips, breaking the kiss.

"I want to fuck you," he said, his voice hoarse. "I need to fuck you."

"Oh, God!" you gasped by his words.

"Shhh... Don't bring God into this, instead, call for me, la mia piccola luce solare." He laughed, a deep rumble that sent chills through you.

"What did you say?" you asked.

"Call for me, my little sunshine." He repeated.

His hands reached for the belt on your bathrobe, untying it once again, letting it fall open. Slowly, he slid the sleeves from your arms, undressing you. He took a step back, looking at you. His eyes traced every single curve of your body as he moved his hands to his shirt, starting to unbutton it.

"I want to see all of you," he whispered. "Show me all of you."

Your hands went to your hair, combing through it slowly. Your hands then traveled down your neck, tracing your collarbone. He watched you intently, and you could feel the heat radiating from him. Your hands traveled further down, to your breasts, squeezing them gently. You heard him groan, while his hands reached for his pants, undoing them quickly.

"I want to watch you play with yourself." He grinned.

You sat on the bed, eyes locked with him. You slowly spread your legs, licking your fingers before going down with them between your legs. You began to rub your clit slowly, teasing it. You could feel how wet you were. You moaned softly, with your eyes never leaving his face, watching him watch you.

"Sei così bella," he whispered. "Davvero molto bella."

You looked down at him, biting your lips. He removed his shirt and pushed off his pants and boxers, letting them fall on the floor. You watched it bounce as he removed his underwear, his shaft was already hard. He climbed onto the bed, kneeling between your legs. He leaned forward, taking one of your nipples into his mouth. You let out a soft moan, closing your eyes, arching your back. You grabbed his head with your other hand, holding it there as your fingers never left your clit. He sucked harder, flicking his tongue across your nipple.

He released your breast, trailing kissed down your stomach. He stopped when he got to your core, kissing it lightly, moving his way down. He looked up at you, grinning. He lowered his head, and he began to kiss your inner thighs, teasing you. You held your breath, wanting more than anything feel his mouth on you. But he wouldn't give it to you, instead, he ran his tongue over your flesh, making you gasp.

"Don't move, capisci?" he ordered, in a serious tone. "Let me taste you."

He moved away from your flesh, running his tongue up your slit, stopping just short of your clit. You wanted to grab his head and pull him into your wetness, but you were trying your best to not move. Instead, you let out a soft moan. He continues to tease you, moving his tongue around your core, tasting your juices. You could tell he was enjoying himself, but he wasn't going to give you what you wanted, not yet.

Moving back up, he kissed your clit, making you moaning loudly. You pushed your hips up to meed his tongue. He flicked his tongue over your clit, and you cried, closing your eyes. He moved his tongue faster, moving it up and down. He moaned as you did it, you could felt the vibration of it through your clit. He kept moving his tongue up and down, as his fingers moved to your entrance, sliding two fingers inside you, pounding you with them. He used his thumb to rub your clit, making you moan his name. Secondo moved his finger faster, sliding them in and out of you.

"You like this, tesoro? Does it feels good?"

"Y-Yes, S-Secondo... Is amazing, please don't stop." You moaned breathless.

You were close to cumming, your muscles were tightening around his fingers. He pulled his fingers out of you. You whimpered, but he ignored you, moving his fingers close to your face. You opened your eyes, looking at him. He smiled, and he lowered his fingers to your lips. You wrapped your lips around them, sucking it hard.

He stood up, holding the back of your hand with his other hand, sitting you on the bed. You saw his hardness in front of your face. You grabbed it, stroking it, opening your mouth and he pushed it in. You wrapped your lips around his shaft, sucking him off. You heard him groaning as he grabbed your hair, pulling your head towards his length deep inside your mouth. You let out a surprise moan, sucking him hungrily. He let go of your hair, and he put his hands on your shoulders. He thrust his hips slowly, moving him in and out of your mouth.

You sucked him harder, moving your tongue along the shaft. You wrapped your arms around his waist, pulling him closer. He picked up speed, moving his hips faster. He grabbed your hair again, forcing his length deeper into your mouth. You gagged slightly, but you didn't want him to stop. He continued with his movements, and you tried to relax your throat. He let go of your hair, and he pulled out of your mouth.

"Your mouth is amazing, cuore mio." He grinned at you, and he took hiss length in his hand, stroking it gently.

You looked up at him, panting and smiling. He laid you down on the bed, spreading your legs wide. He leaned down his body on top of yours, supporting himself with one of his hands on the mattress. You reached for his arm caressing from it to his face.

You held his face, lifting your head in his direction, giving him a slight peck on his lips. "Please, Secondo, fuck me," you whispered with your mouth closer to his.

Without think twice, he pushed his length inside you. You gasped, feeling him filling you up. He slid his member in and out of you slowly, letting you get use to it.

"Fuck! Secondo!", you reached for his arms, holding it firmly. "You are so big, feels so good." You moaned, loving how he filled you you up.

"Does it? Does it feels good in your tight pussy?" He grabbed your hips, thrusting it in and out of you.

You moaned, biting your lip, nodding with your head. "Ye-Ah! Fuck! It feels amazing, Secondo, it feels so good."

He picked up speed, thrusting his length inside of you harder, slamming him into you. You grid your hips against his, while he pumped you hard. You screamed, squeezing your walls around his hardness.

"Tesoro, cazzo! Don't clench around my cock, it makes you even tighter." He pulled out, panting. "Turn around." He commanded.

You turned around, getting on your knees and hands. He grabbed your hips, pulling you toward him. You could feel his hardness sliding between your slick folds, with the tip of it softly poking your clit.

"I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before, piccola diavoletta." He said guiding his length back inside you.

He thrust his shaft inside you, pounding you hard. You screamed, gripping the sheets underneath you, trying to keep yourself from falling down. You lowered your back, sticking up your ass in his direction, feeling him slapping your cheeks.

"Oh! Secondo, yes!," you moaned rolling back your eyes. "Oh, fuck! Fuck me!"

"You like this, don't you? You like to be fucked hard, you like to feel my cock on your tight pussy, sì?" He asked, making you moan.

"Yes! Yes, I love it! I love being fucked by you Secondo!" You cried, rolling your hips around his length.

"I know you do. You're such a good girl, aren't you, tesoro?" He moved his hand to your back, caressing it with his fingertips.

"Yes, I am! Please, fuck me harder!" You looked at him above your shoulder.

He slapped your ass, making you squeal, slamming his member inside you. You reached down, rubbing your clit, while he grabbed your hair, pulling you towards him, leaving you on your knees. He pulled out of you, and he aimed his length at your clit.

"Togli la tua mano." He whispered in your ear, holding your hand, removing it from between your legs.

You felt him rubbing the his member all over your clit, rubbing all your wetness all over it. He groaned, sliding it inside of you. You closed your eyes, biting your lip.

"You're so tight, so wet, so hot." He whispered, sliding himself in and out of you faster and faster.

He grabbed your breasts, squeezing it hard, and you could feel yourself dripping all over his shaft. You rested your head on his shoulder, closing your eyes.

"Sei così bella," he kissed your neck. "Sei mia." He slowed down, sliding his shaft inside you, pumping it slowly.

He slid it inside you, then pulled it out. He did it again, and again, causing you to moan, squeezing your walls around his hardness. He kept doing it, and you felt your legs trembling. You reached for the back of his neck, opening your eyes.

"Please... Don't do it, please just keep fucking me." You begged, seeing him turning his face to you looking inside of your eyes.

He pushed it deeper than before, filling your inside with all his hardness, hitting the right spot inside of you. You widen open your eyes, opening your mouth in a silent moan, watching a mischievous smile on his lips. He rested his hands on your waist, starting to move roughly inside of you. You wrapped your arms around his neck, holding on for dear life. You felt him pump inside you, and you clenched your wall around his hardness, tighter than before, feeling him pulsating inside of you.

He leaned forward, kissing you passionately, pushing his tongue deep inside your mouth. Your body tingled, making him tightening his grip on your waist. You nibbled his lower lip, pulling it softly. Your hand reached for the back of his head, deepening the kiss. He moaned, pressing his member deeper inside you. You arched your back, feeling his hand reaching down, rubbing your clit.

He broke the kiss going to your neck with his lips, kissing it, sucking on your skin. You pushed your hips against him, wanting him to go deeper. He slipped it out of you, and laid you down on the bed facing him.

"I need to... to cum." You whispered, breathless, looking at him.

He let out a devilish laugh, grabbing your legs pulling them to his shoulders. He positioned himself between your legs, pushing his length inside of you, slowly.

He cupped your face, delicately stroking your cheek with his thumb. "I'm going to make you cum, tesoro. I'm going to make you cum all over my cock."

He started to move inside of you, hitting the right spot. His hand left your cheek, going down to your clit, rubbing with the same rhythm of his thrusts. He pumped his shaft inside you, making you scream. You threw your head back, biting your lip.

"Fuck! Secondo, I'm going to cum soon." You said breathing heavily.

"Merda! You're so tight!" He exclaimed, speeding up his pace.

You opened your mouth in a silent moan, rolling your eyes to the back of your head, cumming hard, shaking from the intensity of your orgasm. He slowed down, letting you to recover. Gently, Secondo touched your clit, rubbing it between his fingers. Your walls clenched around his hardness, wanting more.

He pulled out of you causing you to sigh. He took off your legs from his shoulders, getting up from the bed.

"Tesoro," he called for you in a sharp tone.

"Si...Sir..." you replied, looking at him in front of you.

"Kneel." He pointed to the space on the floor between him and the bed.

Even with your body trembling from the orgasm he have just gave you, you managed to find strength to get up from the bed and keel in front of him. He grabbed your hair, pulling your head back.

"Open your mouth." He murmured.

You opened your mouth, sticking out your tongue, looking at him. He placed his hardness in your tongue, sliding it through your tongue. You closed your mouth around him, sucking on it. He pushed it deeper in your mouth, holding your head. You chocked on his hardness as he moved it back and forth deep on your throat.

"Cazzo! I don't know what is tighter, your mouth or your pussy." He growled, pulling out his hardness from your mouth, quickly stroking it with his hand, resting the tip on your tongue. "I'm going to cum, tesoro, I- Oh!"

With a loud moan, he held the base of his length, spilling his hot seed all over your tongue. You closed your eyes, feeling the warmth in your tongue. He removed his length from your mouth, and you closed it, swallowing his seed.

When you opened your eyes, you saw him smiling proudly. His hand went from your face, cupping your cheek, rubbing it gently with his fingertips.

"You're really a good girl, sì?" He reached for your hand, helping you to get up from the floor.

You nodded in agreement, feeling the warmth of his hands on your back as you rested your arms on his shoulders, while the other gently caressed your thigh. You couldn't resist the urge to lean in and give him a soft, tender peck on the lips. With a gentle yet firm grip, he lifted you off the ground, guiding you to lay down on the bed. He laid down beside you, grabbing the sheets, covering both of you.

He turned his body towards you, pulling you close. He hugged you tightly, kissing your forehead.

"You were so good... So amazing" he murmured, brushing his lips on your forehead.

"Me!?" You turned your body to him, resting your arm on his waist. "You were the amazing one here!"

"Shhh... accept my compliment, sì?" He smiled at you, kissing the tip of your nose. "Now I need to take a quick nap, before we keep going."

"What!?" You exclaimed, looking at him surprised.

"Oh, mia barista preferita, you really thought this would be the only round tonight?" He grinned at you. "I'd highly recommend you to do the same."

You blushed watching him closing his eyes. You closed the small gap between you to, pressing your body against his. You felt him wrapping his arms around you, tightly. Resting your forehead on his chest, you couldn't help but smile, you couldn't believe in what have just happened. It was better then you ever thought it would be.

And well, judging by the first round, maybe it would be a smart move to join him in a nap.

Grammar ⸻

(Mia) barista preferita - My favorite bartender Mio sole - My sun Grazie - Thank you Buona sera - Good evening Benvenuti nella mia modesta dimora - Welcome to my humble abode Eccellente - Excellent Tesoro - Treasure Sono contento di averti aiutato a rilassarti, spero di poterti far rilassare ancora di più - I'm glad I could help you to relax, hopefully I can make you relax even more Mi dispiace - I'm sorry La mia piccola luce solare - My little sunshine Sei così bella (...) Davvero molto bella - You're beautiful (...) Very beautiful Cuore mio - My heart Cazzo - Fuck Merda - Shit Togli la tua mano - Take off your hand Capisci? - Do you understand? Sei mia - You're mine (Piccola) Diavoletta - Little devil girl Sì - right/yes

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