Chapter 177 ONE-HUNDRED AND SEVENTY-SEVEN

Chapter 177 ONE-HUNDRED AND SEVENTY-SEVEN


“Please, Isabelle. Please, suck my cock.”

Being in control, having all the power, she couldn't help but admit, it felt really good. The ruthless don of Cosa Nostra handing her control on a platter seemed so good to be true.

But it was. It was the truth.

Because right now, she was riling in the vulnerability being displayed on his face. It felt really, really good.

Her gaze shifted from his face to the chains attached to each side of the headboard and back to him. Licking her lips, she slipped off him, kneeling in between his thighs.

He jerked his hips again. “Suck my cock, baby,” he asked again, getting impatient.

“You'll take only what I'm willing to give you.”

He growled in response, a sound that meant he wasn't used to handing out his control to anyone let alone a woman. Isabelle smiled sinfully, hands wrapping around his base as she lowered her head into his lap.

When her lips wrapped around the tip of his cock, Alessandro couldn't stop his hips from lifting.

“Fuck,” he groaned, thrusting his hips helplessly. “Goddamn.” He shifted his hips again.  “Take more.”

Isabelle stopped, looking up at him, a feisty expression all over her face. She slapped his cock, and he threw his head back, muffling a curse in Italian.

“Firecracker, you'll be the death of me. Continue, please… I'm begging.”

Saying nothing else, she lowered her lips back onto his cock, taking him a little deeper.

He was barely in her mouth. He hadn't even hit the back, and he was fighting not to blow. Alessandro could swear that there was no woman that made him ache as much as his wife did. He has never wanted any woman with such intensity.

Now, he wasn't sure if it was because he realized he loved her and now emotions, not just desire paired with lust was in control at the moment, which was why he was struggling so hard not to let his control slip like a fucking teenage boy on his first blow job.

Her tongue slipped around the head, flicking over the tip, licking up the precum seeping from his dick.

“Fuck. Isabelle. Fuck.” His grip on the chains tightened and he pulled at them, the noise echoing all over the room.

Isabelle moaned, and he felt her cheeks hollow as she literally sucked his cock.

Alessandro’s eyes started to roll back.

He snapped them back open, still struggling to stay in control even if it was the littlest control he had left. 

As if teasingly, she wrapped her slender fingers around the base of his shaft and squeezed hard.

His thigh muscles trembled with the effort of holding himself back as heat shuddered up his spine. She wasn't going as deep as he wanted, instead, she continued with her torturing—slow and steady, and he definitely wasn't in the mood for that. He needed to fuck her throat more than he has ever wanted anything, but he let her stay in control. Let her have it this once, because he loved her.

He loved her.

He couldn't believe it.

He fucking loved Isabelle Conti.

If words wouldn't describe how much he needed her deep—actions would. So he jerked his hips forward, forcing her to take more of him, and surprisingly, she did.

She took it like she was born to suck cock. He rocked his hips, shoving deeper, and the sound of her choking sears his balls with the need to fill her with his cum. She stared up at him, tears running down her cheeks as she took deep breaths through her nose.

“Deeper, little firecracker,” he groaned as he pulled out a little and drove back in again. She gagged harder, but didn't stop neither did she bring the topic of control. So he shoved harder,

In and out.

In and out, creating a rhythm for himself and a steady pattern for her.

She sucked harder and saliva ran down her chin, while she worked her hands up and down his cock.

“So. Fucking. Good,” he gritted out each word as his abs tightened. He was so close to filling her throat with his cum. 

She increased the pace of her stroking as well as the rhythm in sucking his cock. “Hmmm,” she murmured, the sound vibrating through every nerve ending in his cock, causing his balls to tighten.

He drove his dick against the back of her throat, her breathing unsteady, yet she accepted every inch of him. She sucked on him greedily, working her strokes even faster, and Alessandro found himself panting and moaning endlessly.

“Fuck, baby…” He groaned out, his balls tightening again and his cock spasmed, his climax pushing through him.

And Isabelle swallowed every last fucking drop, licking him from root to tip even as he pulled out of her mouth like she was desperate for him as much as he was for her.

Alessandro’s chest heaved and he pants for breath. His eyes returned to hers, watching as she licked her lips, trying to catch the cum and spit that dripped from the sides. 

“Firecracker…”

She sucked in a deep breath that made her breasts jiggle enticingly, and he felt his cock begin to harden again.

She looked down at his dick, noticed it hardening and returned her gaze back on him. 

For the first time, he suddenly felt guilty for wanting her way too much. He expected her to judge, but she didn't, she got up from her knees and climbed back onto his lap, but her pussy remained inches away from his cock.

Torture.

She was torturing him, and he had no fucking choice but to endure it.

“How much do you want me?” she purred, hands moving to the ripe globes on her chest.

His gaze darkened immediately with desire, completely blinding any hope of reasoning, his eyes fixated on her moving hands to her breasts, he husked, “So fucking much. You're killing me.”

Biting her lips slowly, she grabbed her breasts—squeezing, then she scooted forward a bit. Alessandro opened his mouth, hoping to take one nipple into his mouth since he couldn't hold them, rather, she slapped his face with her breasts—twice.

She could feel his chest rumble in delight, and he jerked a bit forward in approval. She teased his cheeks with her nipples, rubbing it all over his face while she moaned uncontrollably at the pleasing friction it created.

Isabelle shifted back, knowing his eyes were locked on her breasts, she fondled with them, throwing her head back at intervals.

“Come on, baby. Let me,” he groaned, aware of how painfully hard he was again.

Without thinking, she slid off him, ass jiggling as she walked. Reaching the table, she grabbed something he couldn't see and walked towards him. When she got too close, he noticed she held a key in her hand.

With her chest rising and falling, she reached out for each key hole, unlocking him completely.

As soon as she did, the chains fell off, he growled—a deep, hollow sound as he lifted her back into his laps. 

They didn't say anything. Instead, they let their bodies do the talking.

Desperately, Alessandro’s hands cupped her breasts and kneaded roughly like a man starved for so long. She moaned in response, loving how his hands moved on her breasts.

He dipped his head, running his tongue over one of her hard nipples. “Fucking Christ,” he rasped, biting her nipple lightly. Isabelle’s tongue darted out, moistening her juicy bottom lip, sucking in a breath while her neck flushed with heat.

“I want to fuck your tits,” he revealed, his lips still on a nipple.

“Yes,” she nodded, agreeing without a second thought.

Alessandro rolled his hips, trying to get his cock to rub at her clit. “But first, you grind that pussy on me while I play with these beautiful tits.”

“Y-yes, please. Okay.”

Her breasts throbbed with a delicious, heavy ache. She could barely see straight. Wetness slicked her thighs, and she whimpered without shame, grinding herself on Alessandro’s hard cock.

“These are fucking beautiful, firecracker,” he appraised, squeezing one of her breasts hard, his tongue sweeping over the other, teasing and folding with her hardened nipple.

With pressure building in her core, she rocked her hips, rubbing her sensitive clit over his hard length. As if he wasn't doing so much already, he sucked the other nipple into his mouth and bit gently, causing her to gasp. “Alessandro, that feels so good.”

“Mhmmm,” he murmured, feasting on her breasts while they shoved their hips against each other's. In one moment, she was sitting on him and in the next, he lifted her off him and onto the bed, his body hovering over hers.

He grabbed his cock, stroking gently at first, then he increased the pace while leading himself to her cleavage. He cupped her tits with his free hand, squeezing them too impatiently.

“Alessandro, please…”

Ignoring her, he let her breasts adjust to having his cock in between them. Big tits squeezing his cock in the middle, keeping it in place while her auburn curls scattered across the bed was the most exquisite sight he had ever seen.

He moved slowly in between her breasts, encircling his fingers around each nipple while his cock moved in between her breasts.

The friction was deliciously sweet and… foreign.

He slapped her breasts painfully at some point, she moaned loudly, hands gripping the sheets. 

SMACK!

He slapped her breasts again, while his cock moved impatiently—thrusting in and out. Increasing the pace, he fucked her breasts while slapping her tits at intervals. The friction, the way her breasts bounced with each movement his cock made in between them caused his balls to tighten, intense pressure building up within him.

“Oh, fu—” His release tore the words from his mouth, cutting off his oxygen as it ripped through him, his release splattering across her face, on the sheets and all over her breasts.

Panting heavily, their eyes locked on each other, he slowly made his way between her thighs.

Her eyes widened in shock.

“I'm not done yet, firecracker. You haven't had your orgasm yet.”

She swallowed, a little whimper escaping her throat. 

“You made me wait for a year. I'm fucking hungry.”

When his palm moved over her thighs, Isabelle rocked her hips lightly. Slowly, he brushed his hand over her core, sliding his middle finger over her, brushing her folds and clit. She arched up with a surprised little moan, and he repeated the motion. Making sure the pad of his finger rested against her nub, he slipped a finger inside her. She moaned, then flushed, biting her lip.

“Let me hear you, Isabelle.”

He did something that felt like a teasing rotation inside her core, and she screamed loudly, “Alessandro, please… please.”

He pulled the finger out, and she protested at the sudden loss but relaxed when his breath fanned over her clit, and then his tongue slid over her lightly, dipping between her folds before it fluttered over her nub. She whimpered from the sensation.

“Good?” Alessandro asked against her, his voice deep and calm.

She nodded, fingers dipping into the bedsheets. Alessandro’s tongue did a small flutter again, and her muscles loosened. He eased her thighs farther apart with his shoulders and dragged his tongue down to her opening. He repeated the same movement, his tongue fluttering her folds before he dipped lower and repeated the same motion over her entrance. Intense pleasure coursed through her, her hands feasting into his hair, urging him on.

Alessandro’s tongue flicked lightly over her opening then he twirled it around and increased the pressure, easing the tip into her. She released a loud gasp.

He repeated it over and over again with light nudges and twirls, licking and sucking at her clit. And then she could feel something building, tension tightened deep in her core, mounting with every lick and flick, until she shattered.

She cried out, shuddering through her release.

“I love you, Isabelle,” he repeated, groaning against her.

She stilled a bit, unable to say the words back.