Chapter 5
VICKY’S POV
“Son… of a… biiitch…” I choked around his cock, the words mangled and wet, barely intelligible as he shoved deeper, cuttin’ off my air and turnin’ the curse into a garbled, sloppy gurgle.
Spit bubbled at the corners of my stretched lips, drippin’ down my chin in thick strings, my throat convulsin’ around his thickness with every forced thrust.
The sound was obscene—wet gaggin’ mixed with my desperate, muffled attempts to breathe, each curse comin’ out as a strangled, cock-stuffed whimper that only made him groan louder.
He held my head firm, his hips rollin’ slowly, makin’ me take every inch until my nose pressed flush against his pelvis and my eyes watered from the burn.
“Learnt your place… now??”
I couldn’t answer, just gurgled around him again, the vibration rippin’ a low growl from his throat as my throat fluttered helplessly.
The humiliation burned hot, but fuck… so did the thrill.
My pussy clenched on nothin’, drippin’ down my thighs, achin’ for the same brutal treatment he was givin’ my mouth.
He finally eased back—just enough for me to drag in a ragged, wheezin’ breath—spit and pre-cum connectin’ us in a glistenin’ web.
I coughed, gaspin’, my voice wrecked and hoarse.
“Son… of a bitch,” I managed this time, glarin’ up at him through tears and smeared mascara.
He smirked, his thumb tracing my bottom lip, smearin’ the mess.
“Keep talking… see how deep I can make you swallow next time.”
My clit throbbed at the threat.
Goddamn him.
“You gonna rot in hell for every pain you inflicted on me tonight!”
Leonardo’s eyes flashed like a predator who’d just been challenged.
Before I could draw another breath, he grabbed the back of my head with brutal force and shoved his cock straight back down my throat in one merciless thrust.
I gagged hard, eyes waterin’ instantly, throat convulsin’ around his thickness as he buried himself to the hilt.
The head punched against the back of my throat, cuttin’ off my air, and he didn’t pull back—he fucked.
Slow at first, makin’ me feel every thick inch stretchin’ me wide, every vein pulsin’ against my tongue.
Then faster.
Harder.
His hips snapped forward with controlled violence, balls slappin’ wet and heavy against my chin with each brutal plunge.
He growled low in his throat, the sound vibratin’ through his cock and straight into my core.
His free hand left my throat, trailin’ down my spine in a slow, possessive drag before landin’ on my ass with a sharp, resoundin’ smack.
The sting bloomed hot across my already-red cheek, makin’ me jolt forward onto his dick even deeper.
I choked, but my pussy clenched hard, drippin’ fresh slick down my thighs.
Another smack—harder—right over the welt he’d left earlier.
Pain and pleasure collided, rippin’ a muffled scream from around his shaft.
“Quiet,” he snarled. “That stubborn mouth… belongs to my cock now.”
He punctuated the words with another deep thrust, holdin’ me there until my throat fluttered helplessly around him, milkin’ him on instinct.
When he finally eased back, spit poured from my lips in thick ropes, drippin’ onto my tits.
I coughed, gaspin’, “You… fuckin’… animal…”
He laughed like a maniac, then slapped my ass again, the crack echoin’ in the small cabin like a gunshot.
“Still… talking?” he rasped, his thumb smearin’ the mess across my bottom lip.
“Or are you finally learning… your place?”
I coughed and dragged in a shaky breath.
“Fuck you, old man.”
“Old man…. But you’re… dying for my cock. Shameless!”
He laughed again, sendin’ a wave of arousal in between my legs.
Then he shoved me back down, buryin’ himself to the hilt again, my hands clawin’ at his thighs in desperation.
“That’s it,” he growled, rollin’ his hips slowly and at the same time thrustin’ deep.
“Take every inch…Puttana.”
I hate it when he curses me in Italian. It makes my body crave him in ways I hate to admit.
I didn’t know when my body stilled and stopped strugglin’, but it sure did.
He won… I succumbed.
Succumbed because that shameless little hole between my legs was achin’ and dyin’ to be ravaged in the best, most filthy way possible.
My body took over and slid up to the head, lettin’ my tongue swirl obscenely around it and tastin’ the pre-cum that had beaded there.
I hummed low in my throat, the vibration shootin’ straight to his balls (I know because I saw how it tightened right beneath me).
Then I took him in again, slowly, my swollen lips stretchin’ wide around my thickness.
I hollowed my cheeks, suckin’ hard as I slid down, takin’ him deeper than I’m sure any other woman ever did.
He groaned, low and guttural, his fingers tightenin’ in my hair.
“Yesss… fuck… take it all, feisty one.”
I gagged slightly when he hit the back of my throat, but I didn’t pull off. I pushed further, tears mixin’ with spit as I swallowed the fat cock whole.
“Ahhhh…. Yessssss…. Just. Like. Thattttt.”
I pulled back slowly, lettin’ my tongue drag along the underside, then plunged down again, bobbin’ my head faster this time.
He thrust shallowly into my mouth, matchin’ my rhythm and growlin’ with every wet slide.
“Dio… such a filthy mouth… you love this, don’t you? Sucking an old man’s… big fat rod.”
His perverted words sent electric shock through me, and my pussy gushed out fresh waves of juice.
I moaned around him, the vibration rippin’ another groan from his throat.
“Ahhh… piano (slowly)”
I felt the pressure buildin’ in him, his balls drawin’ up tight against my chin, his cock swellin’ even thicker on my tongue.
I sensed the way his thighs tensed and the low growl rumblin’ deep in his chest, and right before he could tip over the edge, I pulled off with a wet, obscene pop, wrappin’ my fingers tight around the base and squeezin’ hard.
He snarled, jerkin’ his hips uselessly. “Don’t you… dare… stooopp—”
I smirked up at him, lickin’ my swollen, precum-slick lips slowly.
“Not yet, old man. You don’t get to cum until I say so.”
His laugh came out dark and dangerous, vibratin’ through the air between us.
“You think you’re in control here?”
Before I could fire back, he grabbed a fistful of my hair, yankin’ my head back so sharply my scalp stung.
My throat arched, exposed, and his other hand wrapped around it—not chokin’ this time, just holdin’, remindin’ me who really owned the moment.
“You forget who…. you’re dealing with Puttana,” he growled.
Then in one brutal move he flipped me onto my stomach, the mattress bouncin’ under me.
My wrists were pinned behind my back in his massive grip, his body weight pressin’ me down, cock hot and heavy against the curve of my ass.
I squirmed instinctively, grindin’ back against him, chasin’ friction even as my mind screamed this was insane.
“Beg,” he ordered against my ear, his breath scaldin’.
“Beg. For. It.”
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\[I’m really sorry for the delayed update; I was down with sickness for a whole week, but I’m back now and feeling better💞\]