Chapter One Hundred And Sixty One : New Dress
Chapter One Hundred And Sixty One : New Dress
Veronica’s POV
I treated myself to a beautiful new dress, just the way Bruno likes it - short and sweet! I used the money he sent me to indulge in this little luxury, feeling like a queen as I gazed at my reflection in the mirror. The dress hugged my curves in all the right places, and I couldn't wait for Bruno to see me in it. I knew he'd love it, and I felt a flutter in my heart as I imagined his reaction.
As I walked into the room, Bruno's eyes locked onto mine, and a slow smile spread across his face. His gaze traveled down to the dress, and his eyes lingered on my curves, his appreciation evident.
"Wow," he whispered, his voice husky with admiration. "You look stunning, my love."
I blushed, feeling a flutter in my chest as he approached me. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close, and I could feel his warmth and strength envelop me.
"I'm so glad you like it," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
"I love it," he replied, his lips brushing against my ear. "But most of all, I love the way you make me feel when you wear it."
His words sent shivers down my spine, and I knew in that moment that I was exactly where I belonged - in Bruno's arms, dressed in the dress he loved, and basking in the warmth of his adoration.
“Kiss me “I said
“How do I look?” I whisper between kisses. He barely gives me time to catch my breath, let alone get the words out.
“Fucking stunning.” His hands trail the length of my body. They squeeze my ass before snaking their way to my breasts and resting there, cupped.
Peppered kisses find their way down my cheek before the long lashes of his hungry tongue strike my neck. New sensations of electric satisfaction pulse through my body and force the tiny hairs across my neck to stand up high. Involuntary cooing suffocates any words I try to speak and inspires primal, brutish noises to rumble within Bruno’s chest.
“I’ve waited so long for this moment,” Bruno whispers. Hot breath tickles my ear but the kind words and gentle tones are dampened by his actions.
He grabs my hips in a firm hold and guides me back until my knees buckle against the small stool. I crumble on top of it, but before there’s a moment to parse what’s happening, Bruno’s on his knees, hands plastered to my thighs, easing them apart.
His touch so close to my womanhood alone is enough to break my brain. I can’t think straight, let alone talk. But with how Bruno’s licking his lips, I can’t see there being much in the way of conversation.
The fingers that parted my legs trail along soft flesh until they find their first touch of fabric. They hook and tug against the material. The friction of material brushing against my pussy has me squealing in sheer delight.
His digits move in slow, rhythmic circles to start, and his kisses along my inner leg are similarly soft. But the closer his face gets to its prize, the more ferocious each action becomes. Light rubbing turns to firm, haphazard movements. Gentle kisses become ferocious and hungry, with teeth and tongue finding their way all along my skin.
I lose control of my body as he goes. Shaky legs and short rapid breaths are all I can muster. Warmth swells through my core, reaching my sensitive pussy, and liquid gushes down my legs. I’ve orgasmed before but never like this. Never at the hands of a man who knows what he wants and won’t stop until he has it.
Bruno’s fingers are replaced by his tongue. It’s warm and soft against my engorged clit. My legs collapse around his head, and I emit a squeal of sheer elation.
A thick finger finds my opening and slides in without resistance. It’s slow and deliberate, while his tongue moves in random, excruciatingly delightful patterns against my clit.
The first orgasm came easy and the second easier still. Rattling and shaking, I can't control my erratic limbs. My legs tighten around Bruno’s head and my arms fly forward until I’m grasping handfuls of Bruno’s black hair.
Bruno’s head bobs between my thighs once more. The soft pad of his tongue runs up the length of my slit before the sharp point penetrates me. Again, I clutch at handfuls of hair, whimpers, squeals, and moans leaving my lips.
But he doesn’t stay down long this time. No, before I can pull him back, Bruno pulls himself away and stands upright. His enormous frame towers over my messy body, soaked in a beautiful mixture of his saliva and my wetness.
He discards my bra on the side of the bed before getting back to rubbing me down. Now his hands find my side, grazing against the curvature of my breasts, and each touch sends a tingle straight to my core.
Bruno pulls himself away momentarily and stands at the edge of the bed. I watch as he fiddles with the button on his trousers before dropping it with a single motion of his wrists.
Bruno falls back onto the bed and kisses me with intense ferocity. The reserved man who had a finger between my legs is gone, and the beast is awake. Our tongues mash together. Hands wander and dance across our bodies. We become an amalgamation of one, and he hasn’t even entered me yet.
And that’s when I feel it. The thick girth dangling from Bruno’s midsection, slapping against my thigh. It glides against the slick skin soaked in my own juices, approaching ever closer to my entrance. It doesn’t need a guiding hand, almost magnetized to where it needs to go.
And I’m happy about it. Bruno’s hands are preoccupied with my breasts, fingers squeezing and tugging on my nipples, while his mouth runs along my neck. I can’t control my body anymore
My legs spread farther and wrap around Bruno’s hips. Gently pressing on him to guide the monster into my cave. Bruno smirks. I can’t see it, but I can feel it against my cheek, where he’s pressing his kisses back to my lips.
Pleasure, and Lord knows my pussy squeezing his cock is of the highest kind, be damned. His hands move from my breasts down to my hips. Grabbing them firmly and using my arched back as leverage, he pulls me into his wild thrusts.
My eyes roll to the back of my head, and my hand darts between my legs, working my clit while his cock slams into me. A cacophony of pleasure explodes into the room. Sounds of sheer delight escape from my lips. From him, heavy grunted breaths rip straight from his lungs, deep within his chest, and escape from the back of his throat.
“Yes, fuck me,” I moan. “Don’t stop. Just like that.”
His thrusts grow even more intense, and I can feel the tension building inside me, ready to snap. My moans turn into desperate cries of pleasure as I arch my back further, pushing against him. The room is filled with the sounds of our bodies colliding, our breaths mingling, and the raw, primal noises we make.
I grip his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as I lose myself in the sensation. "Yes, just like that," I gasp, my voice trembling. "I'm so close."
He responds with a deep growl, his pace unwavering. Every movement sends waves of ecstasy coursing through me, and I can feel myself teetering on the edge. His fingers dig into my hips, holding me steady as he drives into me with relentless precision.
Finally, the tension inside me shatters, and I cry out in release. My body convulses around him, and the pleasure is so intense that it feels almost unbearable. He follows me over the edge, his own release tearing through him with a force that leaves us both trembling.
For a few moments, we stay entwined, our breaths mingling and our bodies slowly coming down from the high. When he finally pulls away, there's a look of satisfaction and tenderness in his eyes that makes my heart swell.
"You're incredible," he murmurs, brushing a strand of hair from my face.
I smile, still catching my breath. "So are you."
We lie there together, basking in the afterglow, knowing that this moment is ours to cherish.