Chapter 92: Chapter: 92

ANDREA

I had just put on the bra and was trying to clasp it when the door was suddenly pushed open. I glanced up through the mirror. Alessandro leaned against the door frame, tall and broad, watching me in that way that promised so much pleasure; it made me hot.

His dark eyes turn heavily lidded as he slowly rakes them over my naked body through the mirror. Caressing me with them!

Every part of me was instantly alert, my heart rate skyrocketed, my nipples beaded into tight points, my pussy clenched for what only he could give.

For days, I'd ignored him, refused to talk to him, blamed him, and he'd let me; he gave me my space when I needed it.

And pushes me when it benefits me. I thought he would push me for sex or seduce me, him being a sex maniac—at least that's what I believe, and all that. But he didn't. God knows, even in my grief and hatred of him in those three days, if he'd used his skills on me, I would have succumbed.

I would have spread my legs for him like a cat in heat and probably begged him to fuck me, because that's how much he affects me, that's how addicted I am to him.

We might have had hot, angry sex, I might hate myself afterward, but it would have happened if he'd wanted it to. Now, though, he stared at me like I was his last meal.

That one single heated look from him was all it took to make me horny and ache. Make me want his hands on me wherever I could get them to touch me. I was getting wet, my body readying itself for him, but somehow I got the strength to speak.

“Alessandro! What are you doing here? Please wait outside, there are people here…” I said 'cutting off' when he suddenly took a step, then two, and another, until he stood so close I could feel his breath in my ears. I went to turn around, but his hands stopped me.

“Don't move, eyes on the mirror,” he whispered in my ear before kissing it, making goosebumps spread all over my body, my stomach fluttering with nerves.

He ran the back of his two fingers, down from my nape to my spine slowly, making the flesh heat up and tingle, still watching, the fingers kept moving, down on my lower back, on my waist, swirling around my navel.

My breath hitched thinking he was going down to where I needed him most, instead, his fingers stroked upwards, soft, light, tingling, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

“You're so freaking gorgeous, Andrea. I miss you, I miss this body,” he murmured. “I want to brand you, remind you who owns this body.”

He sounded so sexy, his deep, accented baritone low with wicked promises, arousing me more than I ever thought possible.

Alessandro slid his other hand into my hair, bunching the strands up in his large, veiny hand, then his mouth landed on mine, shutting me off completely as he took what he wanted. He plunders my mouth the way he always does with raw hunger.

And I let him, I moan into his mouth and kiss him back, my whole body begging him for more. When he finally let my mouth go, I was disoriented.

His mouth dropped down in the crook of my neck and kissed me, raining open-mouthed kisses on my neck, shoulders, and behind my ear, nipping and biting as he went.

I tilted my head to the side, giving him room, silently begging for more.

My ass cradled into him from behind, rubbing at the hardness there, my spine arching, thrusting my bare breast into nothing as I moan. He was rock hard, and I wanted him. I crave that familiar hardness inside me so bad! Need it!

“You're so fucking beautiful, I need a taste, I've been damn patient,” he whispered into my ear before licking the shell. His other hand slid to my stomach, stroking upwards slowly, then finally—contact.

I gasped when he cupped a breast in his large hand, palming and tugging at the tight nipple. Our eyes connect through the mirror, dark and hooded/lust-filled.

“Your beautiful tits are even bigger and fuller than I remember, Vixen. I want so much to play with them, suckle and fuck them, slide my cock between these beauties until I come all over them.”

His words were deep, low, and husky and were uttered between hot, open-mouthed kisses that made my toes curl.

He swept my hair to my other shoulder. While the hand on my breast plucks, pinches, and twists my nipple, the other glides down my stomach and dives into my panties. Two long fingers plunge into my dripping pussy.

“Jesu cristo! fuck! Andrea, you're soaked! Babygirl, you've been starving for my cock, haven't you?” he growled, biting my earlobe, then he lowered the panties down around my thighs and thrust the wet fingers back inside.

I couldn't answer; I didn't have the words. It was clear he didn't expect me to. But God! Yes, I have! I confirm in my mind.

I could only feel the pleasure his fingers inside my tight pussy were giving me. Low moans spilled from my mouth. Alessandro pulled his fingers almost out and thrust them back in again. In and out, again and again.

“Your pussy is begging for me, Vixen. You want my cock inside you, stretching and fucking you, don't you?” I moan, trembling so close to orgasm.

“Fucking answer me, Vixen, or I won't let this stretto poco fica come. And I know you want to come for me, desperately so. Now, I need your answer, you need my thick, hard cock fucking this tight cunt don't you?”

I nodded, moaning, not wanting him to stop, not when I was this close. He tugged and twisted my nipple almost to the point of pain. I gasped, then he stopped moving his fingers, making me whimper. Not this again!

“Words Vixen!”

“Please Alessan…dro, I…I need to come,” I begged, squirming, moving my hips and trying to fuck myself on his fingers lodged deep inside me, tormenting me. He only chuckled in my ear wickedly.

The jerk!

Then he bit the junction between my neck and shoulder. Leaving another brand yet again.

“I know you do, Vixen. Give me what I want and I will fucking make you come!” he growled, making me shiver.

His lips and mouth never stop torturing me, his other hand still tugging on my nipples, first one then the other. I was so turned on and desperate to come; it's like every feeling in my body is centered in my pussy. I was hypersensitive.

“Yes! Damn it! Alessandro, I need your cock inside me,” I choke out with my frustration. I forget how much the man loves control.

He finally relented and tried to add a third finger. I felt a little burn, but I knew I could take more than that. I'd after all taken that massive monstrosity between his legs. His fingers were nothing compared to that. The pinch must be because I'd gone months without sex.

“Fuck! Andrea, I forgot how tight this pussy is,” he growled, pushing his long third finger. Then he withdrew and pushed all three inside me. I moaned and gasped as I leaned completely on him, writhing.

“But you're going to take my fingers, just as you did before. Relax your muscles and take them easy, ahh! See, such a good girl!” he cooed, whispering more dirty words in my ear, alternating between English and his native tongue, Italian, and plunging his fingers deeper and faster inside me.

“And later you're going to take my cock deep inside this pussy. You're going to squeeze and milk me. Make me give you all my cum, fill you up until you're fucking dripping with it.” His dirty talking was my kryptonite, because just then, I detonated, screaming for all to hear.

As my walls clench and flutter around his fingers. Goosebumps raced over my whole body as pleasure so intense blinded me to the fact that we were in a fitting room of a mall and there were two women outside waiting for us.

When I finally came down from my high and opened my eyes, our eyes held each other's eyes through the mirror.

My breath hitched, Alessandro's eyes were almost black, the veins on his head bulging. His cock was so hard there's no hiding that monster digging into me from behind. He must ache badly. But he didn't do anything to relieve his obvious discomfort.

His eyes trap mine as he pulls his drenched fingers from my sex and licks them clean, one finger at a time.

Going as far as to lick between them, not missing a drop. My already flushed face became even redder, my sex clenching air. And that's also when I remembered where we were.

“Oh my god! Alessandro, they heard us!” I said, mortified.

“Of course they did, with that scream of yours, they would have to be deaf for them not to hear it,” he said with a smirk. I jerk away from him, glaring at him.

Yep! It didn't have any effect. Maybe if I weren't naked with only the new panties hanging around my knees, then he could have taken me seriously; instead, the jerk was busy eyefucking me.

I closed my eyes with both my hands. I was beyond mortified by what we did in public.

This isn't me! Sure, we were in a fitting room, and the door was closed, but there were other people here, and I'd gone and screamed right when I orgasmed; there's no denying what we were doing inside.

“This is all your fault, Alessandro!” I muttered, glaring at him.

“Ah, yes, it's all my fault for making you come so fucking hard you forgot where we are and screamed with pleasure!” My jaw drops. I was speechless.

“You know, most women just say you're great, Alessandro! Thank you, Alessandro, for the amazing orgasm of my life!” he replied with an arch brow and glinting dark eyes.

Asshole! He thinks he's funny. Though I could still feel the aftershock and wetness he'd create with his fingers. I refuse to think about that. Now that I've had an orgasm, I'm finally able to think.

“You're so full of yourself!” I muttered, rolling my eyes, his dark eyes only glinted.

“That I am. And soon you will be full of every hard inch of me,” he drawls, then winks.

I couldn't help it, I blush, my sex clenching with the promise in his voice. I pretended his words didn't affect me and glared at him. But he knows, he'd always know how everything he did affects me.