Caught Dick Handed🔞
Steam clouded the mirrors, curling upward like smoke as Diamond stood under the stream of hot water. Her head was tilted back, eyes closed, hands running through her wet hair. The water slid down the curves of her body, tracing her breasts, her stomach, her hips—soothing and sensual. A rare, quiet moment in a life that had become chaos.
She didn’t hear the door open.
Didn’t hear the footsteps padded softly across the tiles.
But she felt him.
Large hands slid around her waist from behind, palms slick with water as they snaked upward. She gasped when his hands gripped her breasts roughly, thumbs brushing her nipples until they peaked beneath his touch.
Her back arched instinctively against his solid chest.
The thick length of his erection pressed hot and hard against the curve of her ass, undeniable, unrelenting.
“Adriano…” she whispered breathlessly.
"You make me so fucking horny," he growled against her ear, his voice deep, almost feral. His lips skimmed the side of her neck, trailing down as his fingers rolled and pinched her nipples.
She turned to face him, her breath catching as her gaze locked with his. Lust burned in those emerald eyes—intense, wild and dangerous. That look always did something to her. It made her feel wanted. Owned. Ruined and reborn.
"Yeah?" she whispered.
He didn’t answer. He didn’t need to.
Adriano crushed his mouth against hers, devouring her lips like a man starved. The kiss was brutal, all tongue and teeth, passion and dominance. He slammed her back against the wet wall, her gasp muffled as he lifted her effortlessly. Her legs wrapped around his waist, her back pressed against the tiles as the water cascaded over them both.
Their tongues tangled, wet and aggressive, as his hand slid down her thigh, gripping her ass with purpose. She could feel him—every hot, pulsing inch of him—pressed against her soaked pussy, teasing but not entering, like he wanted her to beg for it.
He broke the kiss only to trail his mouth along her jawline and throat, sucking and biting until he left a bruise—a mark that screamed “Mine.”
Without warning, he turned, carrying her out of the shower. Water dripped from their bodies, slicking the floor as he strode into the bedroom without hesitation. He tossed her onto the bed like she weighed nothing.
Diamond landed with a gasp, hair wet and splayed across the sheets, her eyes wide with hunger.
Adriano climbed on top of her, his lips crashing back down on hers. Their kiss grew hungrier, messier, needier. His fingers gripped her wrists, pinning them above her head as he devoured her mouth.
When he pulled away, she was breathless, her lips swollen and red.
He moved lower.
His mouth found her breasts again, and this time he took his time. He sucked one nipple into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue while pinching the other. She whimpered, arching her back to offer more. Adriano switched sides, sucking on the other nipple while teasing the one he’d just left wet and stiff.
“Mmm,” he hummed against her flesh. “These tits drive me insane.”
He didn’t stop until she was writhing beneath him, her thighs shifting, silently begging for more.
His mouth continued its journey—kisses trailing down her stomach, slow and deliberate, as her breath hitched with every inch he moved.
When he reached her pussy, he paused.
He looked at it like it was sacred.
“So beautiful,” he murmured.
He kissed her mound gently. Then again. And again.
“You belong to me,” he whispered, his lust filled eyes locked with hers. “All of you.”
Then he dipped his head, burying his nose into her folds. He inhaled deeply, closing his eyes as if intoxicated by her.
“Fuck,” he exhaled, pulling back just slightly. “I can’t get over the scent of this pretty pussy.”
Diamond’s cheeks burned, but her legs spread wider instinctively.
He didn’t waste time.
His mouth latched onto her clit while his tongue circled and flicked the sensitive nub. One hand held her hips down while the other slipped two fingers inside her, curling and thrusting in rhythm.
“Ah! Adriano—fuck!” she moaned loudly, her hips bucking against his face.
But he didn’t stop. He didn’t slow down.
He devoured her.
Tongue licking, sucking, his fingers thrusting relentlessly into her soaked heat. He grunted against her pussy, the sound vibrating against her clit as she thrashed and cried out.
“Don’t stop!” she panted. “Please—don’t stop! Keep going, fuck!”
He obeyed.
He was like a man possessed, tongue moving faster, fingers pumping harder, working her up until her legs were shaking and her back was arching off the bed.
“Yes! Yes! Yes!!” she screamed, her body convulsing as the orgasm hit her like a wave crashing over rocks. Her vision went white, her entire body trembling as she squirted all over his hand and mouth.
Adriano didn’t flinch. He moaned, as if tasting her was the best fucking thing that had ever happened to him.
“Yeah, that’s it,” he said, still fingering her. “Cum for me.”
Her thighs twitched, body jerking from the overstimulation.
He finally pulled away, licking his fingers clean as he moved up her body.
Then he positioned himself between her thighs, the head of his cock pressed against her slick entrance.
He didn’t warn her.
He drove in, deep and hard in one brutal thrust.
“Fuck!” she cried, her head thrown back.
Adriano grunted, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he started pounding into her like a man gone feral. Each thrust was punishing, deep, dragging a cry from her throat. Her fingers found her clit and she rubbed it fast, desperate to meet him at the edge.
Adriano leaned down, his lips finding hers again as he fucked her hard, fast and wild. Their moans tangled in each other’s mouths, breaths hot and heavy.
She trembled beneath him again. Her legs started to shake.
Adriano knew it. Felt it.
“Cum again, baby,” he whispered against her lips. “Let me feel you squirt on my cock.”
She screamed—no words, just a high, broken cry—her body convulsing beneath him as she squirted again, this time all over his cock as he kept thrusting through it.
—
Gabriele walked through the villa, his brows furrowed. He didn’t see Adriano in the living room or kitchen. And his phone was on the counter, abandoned.
“He must be in his bedroom,” Gabriele thought, heading for the stairs.
He climbed slowly, each step bringing him closer to the unmistakable sound.
Halfway up, he paused when he heard a moan.
Then the slapping of skin against skin.
Then a voice.
“Harder, Adriano! Fuck me harder!”
Gabriele froze.
His eyes widened and his lips parted.
And yet...he kept walking.
He reached the hallway, his footsteps light and careful until he reached Adriano's bedroom
The door was ajar.
Gabriele stepped closer and peered in.
His stomach twisted.
There—on the bed—Adriano was slamming into Diamond, her legs spread wide, her fingers still playing with her clit, her face twisted in utter, shameless ecstasy.
Adriano growled her name while Diamond screamed his.
Gabriele knew he should turn away.
But he didn’t.
He couldn’t.
Something dark and primal rooted him there. He stared, watching the way her breasts bounced with every thrust. Watching her hands clutch the sheets, her mouth hanging open as she begged for more.
He looked down to see the print.
His cock was already hard.
“Fuck,” he muttered.
He rubbed himself through his pants, jaw clenched. He’d seen her naked before. But this? Watching her lose herself like that, watching Adriano own her like that?
It drove him fucking insane.
His hands moved on their own—unbuckling his belt, undoing his zipper. His cock sprang free, thick, hard, and already dripping.
He gripped it and started stroking, grey eyes locked on the scene in front of him. He bit back a moan as he watched the way Diamond’s hips arched up to meet Adriano as his cock thrust hard and deep inside her.
Gabriele bit his lip, stroking faster.
He closed his eyes.
He imagined it was him on top of her, making her moan, making her scream. His name on her lips.
He started stroking faster as soon as he felt an orgasm coming.
He opened his eyes again, wanting to see her face, needing to see her fall apart again.
But she wasn’t moaning anymore.
She was staring straight at him.
As soon as their eyes locked, her expression froze.
And so did his hand.
“Shit.”