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“What a lovely dress you have on, bella. I wonder who got it for you?” He muses as he guides you into the car.
You playfully scoff and step into the car while holding his hand, his hungry eyes catching a glimpse of your exposed thighs before shutting the door. The short walk to the other side of the car feels like a long journey for him as his desire buds into a famished appetite. Once inside, Bruno immediately presses a button to bring up the all-too-familiar partition. Wrapping an enthused arm around your waist, he pulls you against him with an intoxicating whiff of his signature cologne.
“A bit short though,” he remarks, tapping your upper thigh.
You give him an incredulous look, knowing he’s teasing you, but you still fall victim to his antics. “You’re the one who bought it.”
“Hmm, are you sure? I wouldn’t want you walking around in such a small thing, tesoro,” he drags, a taunting timbre to his voice.
A large hand splays over top of your thigh, caressing it before squeezing it harshly. Your small squeaks make him hum in a satisfied response, he always adores how sensitive you are. Grabbing your waist, he picks you up and sits you in between his legs. A wall of muscle behind you keeps you upright as he strokes your thighs, the cold metal of his gold rings bringing goosebumps to your flesh.
“You should make sure to keep your legs closed, we don’t want unwanted eyes to see what is underneath,” he rasps, his hands nearing your inner thighs. “What is mine.”
Contradicting his statement, he eagerly pulls your thighs apart and causes the hem of your dress to scrunch up past your hips. One hand molds the flesh of your inner thigh while his free one goes toward your center. His warm hand cups and rubs your clothed pussy, making you squirm in his lap. Bruno squeezes your thigh roughly as punishment and brings one of your thighs over his leg to spread you further. Tapping your clit through your panties, he chuckles at your hips trying to meet his hand in a hopeless attempt to gain more friction. With his nails, he lightly rakes the material of your panties that sends sharp friction to your clit. Clutching onto his strong arms, your ass instantly pushes into his crotch while craning your neck up to meet his deep oceanic eyes. Your brows knit as he stares down at you ardently, finding your flustered face so adorable.
“Tieni gli occhi su di me,” he demands with a velvety smooth tone. (Keep your eyes on me.)
Bruno’s fingers press the wet spot at your entrance, prodding it lightly. Plump lips part as you peer up at him pitifully, painfully drowning in your devoted reactions. Devoted he is to you too, but you thoroughly put him under a spell you aren’t aware of casting. Viscous fluid soddens the fabric so much, it transfers to the pads of his fingers. Bruno drones, the deep vibration booming through your back, he’s pleased with the wetness between your legs. Slithering his free hand beneath your dress, he firmly grasps your waist. Tough fingers melt into your flesh, feeling the way your skin gives way to his almost harsh grip. Sighs drip from his plush lips, fierce eyes pierce you as impatient fingers curl underneath your panties to pull them aside. Uncontrollable hips grind against your ass as probing fingers flit through your folds.
“Look at that, such easy access,” he breathes in your ear, his pointer and middle fingers embedding themselves between your outer and inner labia.
With his palm rubbing against your clit, Bruno wastes no time in sinking a thick, long finger into you right down to one of his rings. He abruptly cuts your moan short with a slap over your mouth, muffling your voice.
“My naughty girl can’t stay quiet?” He groans in your ear before kissing the crest of it.
Two digits slip inside your mouth, pressing your tongue down. Taking his finger fully out, he sinks back in with two. Bruno rubs your walls and scissors his expert fingers to stretch you out for something larger. His hard erection presses against your ass with a persistent grind, the hand on your slit pushing your hips back while simultaneously fingering you. Bruno gags you with his long fingers each time you moan out too loud, prompting you to suck on them. His own mouth salivates at the willingness of your mouth, the way you just yield to him in every way.
A memory of you sucking him off in his office strikes him, how you lovingly licked his length before sucking it just like you are now with his fingers. Sighing in your ear, his hot breath fans over your skin as he makes a V both inside your mouth and pussy. You moan loudly at the sensation, flicking your tongue on the web between his spread fingers before they swirl around your tongue. Thrusting in both sets of fingers, he fills your mouth and pussy up, making you feel entirely helpless to the licentious actions of your man. Bruno’s tight pants drive him mad as they can barely contain the crammed bulge between his legs. Saliva migrates past your lips and onto his rings as you revel in feeling his cock outline behind you, involuntarily grinding against him as he does the same. The two of you get into a sensual rhythm of a heated wave, working hard to please each other in grinds and humps. The wet squish oozing from your pussy riles him up even further, and he promptly increases the pace to hear more of it.
“It seems your wet little pussy can’t keep quiet either,” he snarls, softly swiping over your clit with his thumb.
Bruno observes your eyes rolling back from the minute movement of his thumb and smirks. Hooking his digits inside you, he hits your sweet spot all while rubbing your clit. Your walls quickly tighten, indicating your release as he plays with your body the way he knows best. Bruno’s actions are heated and restless as his patience to bury his cock in you dwindles, but still, he wants to get you off with his fingers alone first. Seeing your comparably small hands clutch onto his deep green, almost black suit as your walls begin to constrict makes him speed up. Bruno groans at the feeling of you and removes his fingers from your mouth to grasp the front of your neck, choking you. A sharp whine escapes you as pleasurable pressure builds within your walls. Further constricting your throat, he focuses the pressure on the sides of your neck. Nuzzling your neck, he kisses your jaw and ear.
“Do you like it when your Capo chokes you, hmm?” He deeply growls in your ear, applying even more pressure.
The lightheadedness he brings heightens your blissful pleasure as you cum hard on his fingers. You convulse and nearly push out his fingers from the sheer tightness you feel inside. Fighting against it, he flicks his wrist faster to intensify your orgasm. Bruno exhales heavily through his nose while clenching his jaw, lessening his grip on your neck while wrapped up in your reactions. You quiver in his lap, euphoria consuming your mind and body. You whine out his name like a salacious prayer and he responds in kind by continuing to rub your clit through your orgasm.
“Bruno—“ you sharply whine from the overstimulation, grabbing his wrist.
Bruno chuckles and with a soft slap, he pats your glistening pussy. With each raise of his hand, your slick follows him before breaking upon your slit. Hungry eyes glaze over at the vulgar sight, musingly spreading your wetness around. Reluctantly, he pulls away from you and quickly unbuttons his pants before unzipping them. His thickness springs out before laying against his scrunched abs and your lower back. Hastily pulling the top of your dress down, your breasts bounce out. Bruno bunches the fabric of your dress high on your waist before doing a double-take at your panties. Smirking, he admires the white satin thong he bought you. A diamond-encrusted letter B is embellished on the triangle above your ass as a not so subtle way of saying who you belong to. Seeing you wear it fills him with so much pride, to see his initial adorned on your body is throwing his body into a raging inferno. Pushing the thin string aside, he lifts your ass while you push off his thighs. Biting his bottom lip, he grabs your hip and guides his cock to your entrance. Bruno’s fleshy, blunt tip pierces your entrance before he pushes your hips down onto it. He hisses sharply as he finally feels your sweet cunt stretch around him.
“Merda,” he curses under his breath as your tight walls encompass him, his nails biting your hips.
Raising your hips, your slick drips down the thick shaft while you slowly sink lower, aiding you in your efforts to fully stretch around him. Hissing, Bruno’s fingers bruisingly dig into your hips and mercilessly slams you down on his entirety. His eyes roll back feeling your wet, tight warmth consuming him from the base. You cry out in pain, but he ignores you, knowing you well enough that you love when he’s rough with your body.
“Ride me,” he says, smiling at you as you look back at him.
Pouting, you stabilize yourself on his muscled thighs, knowing full well he just wants to watch you struggle. You ride him to the best of your ability in a somewhat cramped position, rolling your hips over him. Keeping the eye contact his cloudy blue eyes demand, you gaze back at him. Averting his eyes, he ogles your curves as you bounce on him, tilting his head while getting lost in watching your ass ripple. A swift hand comes down on your ass and the sting stops you in your tracks as the pain radiates.
“I don’t recall telling you to stop,” he admonishes, harshly smacking the same spot.
Resuming your pace with a whine, Bruno slaps your other cheek harder. You yelp through your bounces, prompting him to strike you so hard it causes your body to jolt forward. Your pussy tightens on him and he groans, spanking your ass over and over until he leaves red welt marks all over your cheeks. Even his rings have left an impression, giving you light speckles of broken blood vessels under your skin. Bruno twitches within you at the sight, grabbing your reddened ass to control your pace. Spreading your ass, he gapes at your cunt stretching over him repeatedly, the elastic ring of skin dragging up and down deliciously. Your wetness coats his glossy cock, gathering at the base of his cock and trailing down his balls. Your own pace falters while you struggle to reach the base, feeling too full to bottom out as he forces you down.
“Sei così carina quando provi a maneggiare il mio cazzo,” he coos, lifting you up off his cock. (You are so cute when you try to handle my cock.)
Bruno grabs your waist and tosses you onto the leather seats before removing his suit jacket, eyeing your messily used body up and down. Resting on top of you, he leers down at you, his eyes full of lust and admiration. Sometimes he still can’t believe you’re with him, he feels so lucky. So lucky to be the one to fuck you all he wants. Bruno hurriedly fills you back up, groaning alongside your desperate moan. Leaning down, he kisses you hungrily while your hands find and loosen his tie to pull away from his white undershirt. Unbuttoning the shirt, your hands explore his muscled back, feeling the muscles coil as he pounds you into the leather below.
“Mio dolce amore, I can never get enough of you,” he breathes against your neck as he’s balls deep inside you. “Ti amo tanto,” he sighs before locking lips with you, his tongue eagerly circling around your own.
Pulling away for air, he rests his head between your breasts, looking down to watch his cock disappear into you. Moaning at the sight, he becomes feverish and smooches the middle of your chest before traveling to your breasts. An enthusiastic tongue swipes across one of your nipples, circling it before sucking it into his mouth. Inky locks tickle your chest while he sucks at your sensitive buds. Bruno drags his insatiable, plump lips up to your clavicle as his cock begins to twitch repeatedly.
“I’m going to fill you up, tesoro,” he groans deep in his chest, lifting your legs over his shoulders.
Bruno bends your body in half, forcing you to feel him even deeper inside of you. He desperately claws at the seats beneath you, his knuckles turning white from the sheer grip on the poor leather. His cock insistently drags against all the spots within you, and you can feel yourself growing tighter again.
“Amore, squeeze me tighter, I need to feel you cum on me,” he urges, speeding up his already rough thrusts to a ferocious pace.
Bruno’s eyebrows knit upwards with the need to see you cum, and envelops your neck again. Choking you strong enough to make you feel lightheaded, but not enough to cut your airflow, your eyes roll back. Bruno licks his lips as he concentrates on your beautiful face, jackhammering into you. Clutching you tighter, he cuts off your airflow before you sharply moan out.
“Ti amo, ti amo, ti amo,” he murmurs over and over, his lips ghosting up and down your parted lips.
Gritting his teeth, he watches you contort beneath his rocking body. Your nails dig into his shoulder muscles as you spasm on his cock, coaxing him into his own hard orgasm. Surging with blood, his cock hardens as he ejaculates inside of you, soaking your insides with his love. Bruno’s hips relentlessly crash into you, burying his cock against your cervix. A baritone guttural groan rips out of him with each wave of bliss that hits him, pushing your body up the seats as he slams into you. The base of his cock pulsates, twinging up and down inside of your tight walls. You milk him well enough that his semen overflows from you and down onto the expensive leather below you.
Your fingers idly brush the soft hair at his nape while he kisses your temple and cheek. Bruno hums each time your walls softly pulse around him and wishes the two of you were at home and not on the way to a dinner party. Plush lips skim your cheekbone as he stares at you through hooded lids, his eyelashes kissing your temple. You tuck messy strands of hair behind his ear and he kisses you sweetly on the cheek again before migrating to your mouth. Kissing you passionately, he captures your lower lip between his teeth and pulls lightly. Letting go, he stares at you tenderly while still lazily thrusting his cum into you. A knock on the partition screen gathers your attention, but not Bruno’s as he smooches your jaw.
“Should I tell him to turn back home?” He rumbles in your ear.
“No… we have to go, isn’t it important that all Capos arrive?” You whisper.
“Hmm, you’re right. It’s not responsible,” he sighs.
Only you would distract him of his duties.
Bruno sits up and leisurely plunges back in you, watching you squirm as the squish sloshes around. You whine in surprise and he chuckles before carefully withdrawing. His lips part in awe as he takes in your indecent position. With your hair in disarray, you’re staring up at him innocently with your chest still heaving, your soft breasts begging to be kissed again. The dress he bought you is twisted around your waist and your legs are completely spread out with your panties to the side, giving way to your leaking slit. White, thick semen decorates your folds, dripping out in copious amounts. And then, your fingers come into view as you swipe up the leaking fluid so as to not further ruin his seats. Watching your soiled fingers get licked by your tongue alights another fire within him. Pulling the top of your thighs, he brings your ass to the top of his own, curling your spine. His fingers dip inside your hole, gathering his cum onto his digits and bringing it to your dirty mouth.
“Torna a casa,” he tells the driver through the partition while watching you lick his fingers. (Drive back home.)
“Ma, signore, è obbligatorio che lei partecipi a questa festa,” a muffled voice replies. (But, sir, it is mandatory that you attend this party.)
“È obbligatorio che tu mi ascolti, guidi a casa o non guidi più per me,” he spits back, the gruff intonation of his voice causing your walls to clench. (It is mandatory that you listen to me, drive home, or no longer drive for me.)
Sucking at his warm slicked fingers, you bite them as Bruno abruptly re-enters you.
“Ti scoperò di nuovo e poi quando saremo a casa ti scoperò ancora di più,” he growls in your ear, plunging in and out of your soaked pussy. (I'm going to fuck you again, and then when we get home, I'll fuck you even more.)