Chapter 30: "Prance for me!"
POV: Beatrice
The man in front of me concentrated on my lips as he pronounced each word. Seconds later, he released me in the same abrupt way in which he had taken my gaze to him, making me swallow hard. With calculated and precise movements, he pulled away from me, leaving me exposed to him. Despite the position, from the corner of my eye, I watched his strong hands touch the waistband of his pants, unbuttoning them, while his eyes seemed nonchalantly fixed on my behind, while I admired him, fascinated by what I had already felt from his member.
His skillful fingers slid through the zipper's rings, revealing what was hidden beneath the fabric. Every movement hypnotized me even more, especially when he slowly let the pants drop, revealing his exposed skin and outlining his sculpted body. Only the underwear remained there, embracing his ample inches, now even more evident under the tight fabric. My eyes scanned every detail, every curve, as my mouth filled. As if he heard my thoughts, he pushed the last fabric aside without ceremony, freeing himself completely. My eyes were fixed on the spectacle in that part of the room, and a shiver ran down my spine; his manhood was even more prominent now that I could see it and know its color and shape.
The sensation of Stefano gripping me tightly and controlling every movement electrified me. He walked slowly until he was next to me firmly grabbed my arm and pulled it back, pulling me up until I stood, with my back to him. My naked skin was pressed against his rigid erection, clearly revealing his dominance over me. Without hesitation, he forcefully pushed me against the dresser, the closest object to the bed, making me feel all his strength in practice.
"Prance for me!" He ordered rudely, while his lips found my neck, enticing me to yield as he sucked there. Slowly, he started applying pressure with his mouth, leaving his mark, a hickey. I complied with his words, arched my back, and pressed my body even more against the hard surface of the dresser.
While he remained behind me, I felt his hands exploring every curve of my body, sliding down my thighs, squeezing and spanking with intent, leaving temporary marks, and moving up to reach my breasts. His palms teased me, squeezing my already hardened nipples since we entered. Stefano wove my hair again, pulling him hard enough to provoke me, at the same moment he slid his member along my rear entrance, to the entrance of my vagina. Stefano fit into me without caution, his thick member finally filling me completely.
He pushed vigorously as he entered me, his movements fast and intense. I let out a muffled moan as he penetrated me with force, his excitement evident. Every thrust made me tremble, the friction between our bodies pushing me to the edge. Our skins repeatedly collided, creating a frantic rhythm. Stefano gripped my hips with his free hand, fingers pressing firmly, controlling the pace and depth of the touch. Every time he entered me, a louder moan escaped my lips. Sweat started to trickle down my skin, my grunts echoing in the air. His movements were fast, uncontrolled, and forceful, taking me closer to climax with each movement. There was no room for thoughts, only the intensity of his thrusts. With each collision of our skins, the tension increased, and the urgency became palpable. Stefano knew exactly how to bring me to the brink of ecstasy, pushing me beyond any known limit. He hit me again, harder, louder and more unscrupulous.
His outbursts were impulsive, wild, his strength and speed were uncontrollable, a perfect combination of intense pleasure and fiery fervor. The sounds that escaped my lips became even more indecipherable, along with my sighs and moans. He surprised me with another thrust, stronger and more intense than ever. His eager hands found my sensitive spot once again, his touch was impetuous, devouring, alternating the rhythm, now slower and then faster, until he decided to pull out once and fit back in immediately.
As I dared to move on his fully inserted member, Stefano lowered his body a bit, his hands rose to the sides of my chest, pulling my body up while still embedded in me, thrusting fiercely. One of his hands exerted a pressure on my neck, arching me backward and drawing my body tightly against his. My legs were compelled to open wider, and I found myself uttering his name in a whispered plea. The sensations coursing through me were electrifying, and I was teetering on the precipice of ecstasy, longing for release with an intensity that bordered on desperation.
With each successive thrust, my skin tingled, and the muscles in my abdomen clenched. I was on the verge of being consumed by pleasure's abyss. And when I finally surrendered to the climax, a torrent of sensations surged through my body, carrying me away into a rapturous frenzy. A primal scream escaped my lips, and his hand on my neck tightened, his hips pausing their rhythm, every inch of him deeply embedded within me. I felt the warmth of his release filling me, and my body contorted in the throes of pleasure, my legs trembling, and my heart racing uncontrollably, just as Stefano had promised. It was an explosion of sensations that consumed me entirely, taking me to a state of pure euphoria.
As my body finally calmed down, our panting breaths filled the air, while Stefano slid out of me. With an intense gaze, he stepped away for a moment, observing my exposed and vulnerable form, seconds before walking around the room and grabbing a towel.
"I hope you could sleep now, ragazza," he said without looking at me, wrapping the fabric around his waist as he walked toward the table in front of the armchairs, holding his cigar as if nothing of what we just did mattered. "Close the door when you leave."