Daddy Issues🔞
Adriano had Diamond pinned up against the wall as their mouths clashed like a firestorm, tongues tangling, lips devouring each other. His hands were tangled in her hair, hers gripped his hair like she was trying to rip his soul out through his scalp. It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t sweet.
It was raw. Urgent. Starved.
Adriano swept her off her feet and carried her across the room without breaking the kiss. She gasped into his mouth as her back hit the bed, and he yanked her heels off and flung them somewhere over his shoulder.
“I liked those,” she said breathlessly.
“Buy new ones,” he growled, already crawling over her like a lion claiming his prey.
He kissed her again. Deeper, hotter, more possessive this time. His mouth found her neck, then trailed down to her breasts. He cupped and gently squeezed them with both hands, he sucked on her nipples "Fuck," he muttered against her skin, “you're a goddamn masterpiece.”
She arched beneath him as he continued his descent, his mouth moving to her stomach, then lower, slow and teasing. When he reached the waistband of her barely-there bikini bottoms, he glanced up at her, locking eyes.
He slid them down slowly, deliberately, his gaze never leaving hers. When they hit her ankles, he tossed them carelessly behind him like he was discarding a wrapper to something sweet and forbidden. He spread her legs to get a good look at her cunt.
“Already wet for me?” he murmured with a wicked grin. “That mouth of yours says you're unimpressed, but your body’s telling me a different story.”
Diamond bit her lip and lifted her chin defiantly. “Maybe I’m just good at faking.”
Adriano smirked. “We’ll see about that.”
He stripped off his shirt, then his pants, moving with confidence and a deliberate, almost lazy hunger. When he was down to just his briefs, the outline of his arousal was impossible to miss and Diamond’s eyes traveled over it with both curiosity and challenge.
He crawled back onto the bed, settled between her thighs, and spread them wider. She gasped softly at the intensity in his stare.
“You smell so fucking good,” he said, dipping his head, just close enough to make her breath hitch.
“Someone’s poetic,” she teased, but her voice trembled.
His mouth didn’t respond, his hands did. What came next wasn’t poetry. It was a sin set to rhythm. Adriano used rubbed her clit as he used his tongue to lick and to suck on her cunt.
Diamond’s fingers clutched the sheets. Her moans echoed off the red-lit walls, blending with the seductive music still playing softly from the speakers. Her body writhed. Her nails scratched.
Adriano inserted a couple fingers inside her and started to finger her. She moaned out loud as he used his fingers and his tongue to work on her. She played with her nipples as she moaned with the pleasure coursing through her entire body. Soon after, an organsm came causing her body to shake violently as she sprayed her juices all over like a sprinkler out of control.
And when she gasped his name—not "boss," not "sir," but "Adriano"—he knew he had her right where he wanted her.
She was shaking by the time he pulled away, her chest heaving, skin flushed.
Adriano's eyes never left hers as he licked his dripping fingers slowly and deliberately.
“I could get addicted to the taste of you,” he said, voice hoarse.
Diamond just laid there, hair wild, lips parted, trying to steady her breath. She was about to make a snarky comeback when she saw him strip off the last piece, his briefs hitting the floor with a quiet thud.
Her smirk faltered.
“Jesus,” she said, eyeing him. “Do they grow you people in labs?”
Adriano laughed. “You’re welcome.”
She got on all fours, slow and deliberate, glancing over her shoulder. “Let’s test your theories, professor.”
He didn’t need further invitation.
She was confident, cocky even, but the way she took him in her mouth? That was worship. Her tongue teased. Her lips wrapped tight around the thickness of his cock and she stared sucking his cock. Her movements weren’t rushed or clumsy. She knew what she was doing.
Adriano groaned, his hands threading into her hair again, controlling her rhythm. "Fuck, you’re good," he muttered, his jaw tight.
She looked up at him, her eyes gleaming with something wicked. And no gag. No flinch. Just a knowing smirk around his length like she’d just won a damn game.
“Goddamn,” he whispered. “You’re the first one who hasn’t choked.”
She pulled back slowly, a thin string of spit connecting them. “I’m full of surprises.”
“You really are.” He picked up his belt from the ground, the leather whispering through his fingers. “Lie back, hands above your head.”
Diamond raised a brow. “Kinky much?”
“I’m your boss,” he said, voice low, “and right now, I’m your fucking daddy.”
The belt coiled around her wrists like a snake, binding her to the headboard. Her chest rose and fell quickly.
“Who's my dirty little whore?” Adriano asked, leaning close, lips brushing hers.
“I am,” she breathed.
He lined himself up at her entrance, teasing her with the tip, sliding just enough to make her whimper.
“You want me to fuck you?”
She nodded.
“Say it.”
“Fuck me.” she said, her voice soft and seductive.
“Call me daddy.” Adriano commanded.
“Daddy.” she said, biting her lower lip.
“Say, I want you to fuck me like a slut daddy.” Adriano ordered, his voice dropping to a low growl.
“I want you to fuck me daddy!”
He slammed into her, stealing the breath from her lungs.
The rhythm he set was punishing. Dominant. His hips met hers over and over again, her moans growing louder, more desperate. Each thrust sent the bed creaking, her cries echoing through the room. He leaned in, sucked on her nipples, while thrusting his cock harder into her.
“FUCK! FUCK YES! HARDER!! FASTER!!! FUCK ME DADDY!”
She climaxed again, her body trembling, gasping his name like a broken prayer as she sprayed all over his cock while he continued pounding her mercilessly. He didn’t stop. He flipped her over, bound her hands again, and kept going.
Adriano grabbed handfuls of her ass, slapped her thighs—each movement earning louder, filthier sounds from her lips as they lost track of time—how many times she moaned his name, how many times he left love bites on her neck, grunted her praise, told her she was his.
Minutes later, as sweat cascaded down their bodies, Adriano felt it.
“I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna fucking cum!”
He released her hands. She turned over, mouth open, eyes daring.
He finished in her mouth, groaning through gritted teeth as she swallowed him down like it was her favorite thing in the world.
He collapsed beside her, chest rising and falling like he’d just finished running a marathon.
Diamond rested on her side, head propped on one hand, watching him with a satisfied smirk.
Adriano turned his head slowly, locked eyes with her.
“Wow,” he said, almost reverently.
She chuckled. “You say that to all your strippers?”
He smirked but didn’t answer. Instead, he said something in Italian—low and musical—his voice warm with awe.
"Non ho mai voluto nessuna come voglio te, dannazione." (I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you, damn it.)
She didn’t know what it meant, but her body tingled anyway.
He leaned in and kissed her. This time it was slower and softer, a kiss that didn’t demand. It lingered.
When they pulled apart, silence filled the room, heavy but not uncomfortable. They lay there for a long while, just looking into each other's eyes.
And then Adriano broke it.
“I wanna ask you something.”
Diamond tilted her head. “Yeah?”
He looked like he was about to make a joke. But he didn’t.
“Do you wanna be my girlfriend?”