Chapter 20: Begging for him

Belle Rose

“Hello,” I whisper, opening my eyes to his honey-gold gaze. I try to shift, but I’m held tight in his arms and legs.

“Hello, ~gattina~,” he responds, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth as he holds my gaze. I realize we’re in his bed, he must have carried me here.

“How’s Leo?”

“He’s resting. He’s going to get better.” He lifts my chin to meet his gaze. “Now we can talk about what you did.”

“What did I do?” I feign innocence. We both know what I did, and that I did it willingly. He chuckles at my response, loosening his hold on me to roll us over. He hovers above me, his face close to mine, his legs trapping mine.

“You know what you did,” he murmurs, his eyes flickering to my lips, filled with desire.

“Did you not like it?”

“You did very well, neonata, very fucking well. But I take control. You’re mine.” He starts to undress us both, and I don’t try to stop him. I’ve never craved sex before, but now, I want him more than anything.

Once we’re both down to our underwear, he crashes his lips onto mine, savoring my taste with every pull on my lower lip.

His tongue invades my mouth, marking every corner as if he wants to claim every part of me with his taste. His lips move from my mouth, trailing down to my neck.

I moan as he bites down gently, nibbling my skin as he continues his journey down my body. I feel him smirk against my skin, pleased with my responsiveness.

My hands clutch his broad, muscled shoulders, my nails digging into his skin. I bite down on my lip, stifling a moan, but this makes him stop, looking back up at me.

“You’ll be crying out my name, ~bambina~. Be as loud as you want,” he declares, freeing my bottom lip from my teeth. “I told you, you are mine. Your lips...”

He presses his lips to mine briefly. “Your tits...” He unclasps my bra, tossing it aside carelessly and taking my nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it. “Your pussy...”

His large hands cup my sex over my panties and he smirks wickedly. “Maybe you already know. You’re so wet for me already.”

“Please...” I moan out, his thumb circling my clit over the fabric.

“Please what, ~gattina~? Tell me what you want.” His fingers trail down over my hole, rubbing around it.

“You...” I gasp out, barely able to speak. “I want you.”

“To do what?” He’s enjoying this, smirking at my struggle to find the words. He’s teasing me.

“To fuck me.” His smirk widens into a grin. He rips my panties off, the cool air hitting my wetness. He removes his boxers too, revealing his massive cock that I loved yesterday. He positions himself at my entrance, his tip brushing against my hole.

“Tell me how badly you want me to fuck you, ~gattina~.”

“So bad,” I moan, practically begging. I would be embarrassed if I was in my right mind, and if it was anyone else. But I want him so badly right now.

“Tell me who owns this fucking pussy,” he growls in my ear, pushing in slightly.

“You, y-you do. You own all of me... ah,” I cry out as he plunges into me. I throw my head back in pleasure and the stretching sensation.

His thrusts are fast, hard, and deep, pounding into me like a hammer on a nail. The sounds of skin slapping fill the air, mixed with our groans and moans.

His are deep and rough, filling the room. “Don’t stop, Enzo!” I cry out, feeling myself building higher and higher.

“Ask for permission before you cum, I want to hear you beg for it,” Enzo orders, and I frantically nod in agreement. “Do you like how I'm fucking you?”

“Yes...sir. So much,” I scream, never having felt this way before. He makes me feel so full and complete, like he's a perfect fit for me. My nails dig even deeper into his shoulders, but he doesn’t seem to mind. He just grunts as he thrusts into me. “I need to cum,” I moan, on the brink of an earth-shattering orgasm.

“Not yet, ~bambina~,” he tells me, going even deeper inside of me. “Beg for it.”

“Please... please, sir. Let me cum,” I plead, overwhelmed and needing release.

“Cum for me, ~gattina~,” he commands, and at his words, I shudder, shaking and clenching around his cock. He thrusts a few more times to let me ride out my high and then pulls out of me. “Get on your knees.”

I do as he commands, wanting more, needing more. He needs more too. His hands grip my hips as he pulls my ass higher in the air.

Without warning, he enters me fully, a deep groan echoing through the room, making me even wetter. His hand comes to my neck, lightly choking me, just enough to be exciting.

His fingers snake down to my clit, rubbing harshly as he's inside me. He makes me feel so amazing that I'm close once again.

“Please, I need to cum,” I beg, moaning out with each thrust.

“Ready to go, ~bambina~? You’re such a quick one. You can let go for me, neonata,” he says, and I do as he commands. “Good girl,” he murmurs, but he doesn’t stop. He gives my ass a light tap, following it with a soothing rub and squeeze. “So damn beautiful, ~bambina~.”

He toys with my breasts, his hands rough yet exciting. He pulls me up so my back is flush against his sweaty chest, making me feel even more filled.

His cock hits that sweet spot with every thrust, especially in this position. He plants a kiss on my shoulder, trailing up to my neck.

I’m sure he’s already left his mark there, but he continues to suck on my skin, leaving more hickeys.

Soon, I feel myself nearing the edge again, and once more, I ask him to join me. He seems to find it amusing that he can make me climax over and over.

“Oh, cazzo,” he cries out as he releases right after me, filling me with his warmth. He doesn’t pull out. He just lets his seed spill into me and trickle out, pooling between my legs. We both collapse onto his bed, him still inside me, pulling me close and playing with my breasts as he tucks us under the sheets. “You’re all mine.”

“I’m all yours,” I echo. He withdraws from me and rests his cock between my legs, grinding against my ass.

“Sleep, ~gattina~,” he commands, his rhythm slow and steady. His warmth and the lingering pleasure soon lull me to sleep. I’m so worn out from our lovemaking that I practically pass out.

The next morning, my legs are so sore that I can barely move. I whimper a bit, missing the warmth of Enzo’s body behind me.

“Enzo?” I call out. I feel the bed dip on the other side and a hand on my shoulder, turning me to face him.

“Morning, ~bambina~,” he greets.

“It hurts,” I complain, pouting a bit at the discomfort. But last night was a different story. He made me feel pleasure I never thought possible. I never imagined I could feel safe with a man, but he made everything feel safe and thrilling. He slides back into bed with me and strokes my cheek.

“Let me clean you up, ~piccola~.” I nod, still tired, and let him carry me, bridal-style, into the shower. He undresses again and starts to wash me, lathering soap all over my body.

He parts my legs, biting his lip as he gazes at me, and scrubs the insides of my thighs. As he moves inward, he smirks when I moan as he reaches my sex, cupping it in his hand.

I see him harden at the sounds I make and I move to help him out. But he stops me.

“If you start, I won’t be able to stop and we need to eat something.” He finishes washing me and wraps me in a towel. “Get dressed and we’ll have some breakfast, ~gattina~.”

He gives my lips a quick peck and leaves. I catch a glimpse of his smile as he turns away.

He’s smiling. I’m smiling. How long will this last?