by Avery Aster
Grunting sounds came from his lips.
Astonished, Lex turned, witnessing Massimo glance up at her. “You are going to get it, bella.” He buffed her ass with a rub followed by a quick tap and another rub up and down—up and down—up and down.
“Good boy, Masi.” She stuck her butt out before saying, “Wax on, wax off.”
“Be quiet.” Smack! He struck down hard, a sharp sting igniting the stale coals inside her. She sensed Massimo’s deliberate next steps. He wanted to fuck her with an animal instinct, she predicted. Nevertheless, she recognized his heart held back. Lex caught him off-guard with the downstairs invite. “Let’s have some fun, baby,” she persuaded.
“Enough.” Massimo picked up her dress, which had fallen to the floor.
She tossed her head back, watching over her shoulder as he folded the shiny fabric into a long rope. “You wouldn’t—”
“I would.” He fisted the fabric between his hands and over her mouth. Massimo covered her lips, knotting the dress behind her head. Tight.
Fuck. He did it. The luxurious garment sucked the moisture from her throat. She hoped it was for a good spanking.
“Spread your legs for me.”
While standing? “Ermmm?” she mumbled under the fabric.
He cupped her pussy in one hand and cinched her waist with the other. Lifting her a few inches off the ground, she faced him with a muffled shriek.
I’m off the ground.
Massimo laughed with clear assurance as her center heated at the unexpected thrill. He brought her eyes level with his and demanded, “Let me see your cunt.” He released his hold.
Her stilettos clacked when she hit the floor standing.
As she stepped a foot or so apart, Lex bent down halfway.
“Hug your ankles, principessa.” He tapped her vulva and an immediate chill shot up her core. Massimo dropped to his knees, facing her vagina for possible inspection.
I’m hugging, I’m hugging. She’d taken dance classes over the years and worked out with Vive and Taddy. Her flexibility afforded her a split or two, but for whatever reason, putting her forehead to her shins remained a challenge.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk.” He shook his head, unsatisfied.
She cocked her head, expressing confusion.
“Much, much wider, bella.” He leaned close and darted a puff of air over her pussy lips, going clockwise.
Ahhh!
“Better, bella.” Massimo came closer and repeated his second blow counterclockwise. “Pfft—pfft.”
Mmm, fucking God!
A deep inhalation filled his lungs then he exhaled hard as a third blow streamed air over her clit’s center. Massimo blew and blew, forcing out what may have been every oxygen ounce from his lungs.
Oh, shit. Fuck! Damn! Holy Vajayjay. A shiver iced up her spine. She stuck her tailbone up, pretending to be a kitten waiting to be scratched. Lex held on to her ankles, lowering her face as far as she could go, her hair falling to the floor as blood rushed to her temples.
“My bella is bossy, except I bet she gets off on being told what to do.” He knelt farther, getting closer between her legs and resting on his knees. Lifting her right leg over his shoulder, Massimo took her clit’s hard bud in his mouth and rammed his tongue deep inside. He then snarled, “Wet, I love it. This is my Bellini, my bella.”
Prodding her clit with his tongue, he assaulted in and out—in and out—in and out. He pulled his face back, spanking her ass with his right hand, and complimented, “Bella, your peach juice tastes fucking dolce.” Massimo licked her pussy lips and drilled down to her ass crack. As he slid further, his tongue swirled around her asshole, and she ripped the mouth tie off.
“Yeah!” she cheered and held on to him, leaning over his face, trying to balance on one heel.
“Your pussy is mine. Give it to me.” He pulled close, hugging her hips, smashing her clit into his face.
“Take me now. I want you deep inside.” She thrust her hips, falling against his broad shoulders.
His fingers sank into her flesh. Stroking her sensitive nub between licks, Massimo built up a rhythm with his fingers. “Bella is impossible to quiet.”
“Yes! Yess! Yesss!” Lex shouted. She glanced down as he slid three fingers inside her. Rocking her back and forth with his grip, she became excited to see what he’d do next. “You’re making me come already.”
“Buono, my bella.” He nipped her erect clit’s edges, his determination growing strong.
“Suck it, baby. Suck it! Uh-huh.” Her tongue swelled thick in her mouth as the orgasm ascended over her. She fought to catch her breath, leaning farther into him, trusting her stability in his arms. Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop.
“Come on my face, bella. Come on.” His tongue tore through her core as her muscles contracted.
“Ahhhhh, fuck, fuck! Masi!” she praised. Her nipples peaked as she creamed over his mouth and fingers.
Her ecstasy. His joy.
“Good girl, my bella. I want you to come again and again tonight.” Proud, he stood to his feet and lifted her body an inch or two from the ground, stretching hers along his. “You ready for more fun?” he asked as he shoved his tongue in her mouth and cupped her ass underneath.
“Fuck yes, yes,” she panted. Her assumption he’d take his time making love was dead-on as he lowered her back down to her heels.
“Bella, you tore your mouth guard off without asking. We’ll play a game and see how you do.” He held her shoulders back and guided her against the wall, as if to say park it.
“Game?” she repeated as her ass scratched against the wallpaper. “I don’t play games unless it’s Twister.”
“Sì, stay put.” He stalked over to the bed and lay down, chest up and stroking his cock—teasing her.
“What are you doing?” Abandoned, she folded her arms.
“Since you are—how do you say in English…” He paused, taking his attention off her, in search for the perfect words. His eyes shifted, admiring the empty room with obvious intent to taunt her.
“Masi?” She pointed to herself, already missing his undivided attention.
“Ahh, sì.” He returned his focus. “Seeing as how you are a sassy, know-it-all wise girl, you will answer my questions.” He folded his hands on his lap, illustrating his patience and authority.
“Eh?” she said, clueless as to what he’d ask her.
“Get one right and take two steps forward, toward this bed.” He jacked his cock. “You’ll accept a reward.”
Lex swallowed and asked, “And if I get a question wrong?” It was inconceivable. Nevertheless, a smart girl must be aware of repercussions.
“You take one step back and receive punishment.” Slapping his cock against his open palm, he shouted, “Pronta?” His redirect snapped her free from hesitations.
She gauged the distance from where she stood to the bed. About six feet, or three questions away—if she answered correctly.
“Let’s hear ’em.” She tried not to roll her eyes.
“Question uno: what is your favorito momento from this week with me?”
Aww, he’s my sweetie. “My foot massage, by far, is my favorite moment with you.”
“Step forward.”
“Yippee!” Lex jumped two feet closer. “What’s my reward?”
“Touch your clit for me,” he sat up on the bed, “while saying my full name.”
Narcissist. She puckered her lips together to defy him. Lex would give him a show, one his royal ass has never seen. Taddy and Vive took her to stripper pole-workout classes at Equinox Fitness. Although, Lex never imagined she’d put on a routine with him as the audience. But here goes nothing.
“Prince Massimo Tittoni, you better get your popcorn buttered and hold the salt. I have a show for you.” Turning around and showcasing her backside, she played the song Girls, Girls, Girls by Mötley Crüe in her head. She spread her legs apart, going down into splits. The floor wakened her body and cooled her inner flesh. �
��Is this appropriate for Your Majesty?”
“Clit touch, per favore.” His voice cracked in anticipation.
Kicking her right leg up, Lex rested on her back, opening her legs to his full view. With a moan certain to arouse him, she then rotated her middle and ring finger in and out from her pussy. Two can play at this game. “Oh, Prince Massimo Tittoni. Yeah, Masi, shove your huge cock inside me.” She kicked her right leg super-high in a heated fit. “Come on, Prince Massimo Tittoni! Fuck me as if there’s no tomorrow. Fill me with your cum.”
“Bella.” Massimo sat up from the bed, tugging himself harder.
She dropped her head back, shoving both hands over her mound, pretending she’d fist herself. This’ll drive him bananas.
He stood up on the bed, a caged beast, teased with rare fruit.
“Prince!” she screamed as loud as she could, her tonsils tensed.
“Lex.” He tugged at his nuts.
“Massimo!” Her body shook into a spasm.
“My Lex.” Massimo stroked his right hand over his cock, bringing his left hand down over the other.
“Tittoni!” She spurted, coming on the floor into a puddle.
“Lex! Lex!! Lex!!!” His eyes closed as his torso shot forward, twisting his fat cock’s swelling head.
She imagined sparks would fly from his loins any second. “Fuck me, Masi.” She rubbed her clit, noticing he’d stopped and proceeded to lie back down on the bed. Damn him. Will he ever take my orders?
“Stop. Question due.”
“Errrr, make it good, Prince.” She stood up.
“What is my favorito momento from our week?” His arms rested behind his neck.
“Me fixin’ Jemma’s designs.” I’m no dummy.
“Try again, bella.” He kicked his legs up under a pillow, making himself more comfortable.
“Ughh. Me co-branding Girasoli’s licensing deal.” What the hell is it?
“Sorry, signorina. Take uno step back. For punishment, twist your right nipple—hard.” His head shook in disappointment.
“Tell me your favorite part?” She put her hand on her hip.
“After your titty twist. Let me see your skin pink.” Massimo sat up, expecting an extravaganza.
“Oh, brother…” Taking one step back, she closed her eyes. She circled her right thumb and pointer finger over her areola. Lex lifted her nipple with a slight pinch up, her breast rising. Unable to fake this one, she opened her eyes, glancing for Massimo’s satisfaction to release.
“Twist it.” He clapped his hands. The loud applause bounced from wall to wall.
“Fuck.” She inhaled while twisting her nipple, a scream she hadn’t expected, erupted from her throat. Her juices squirted down her leg. Oh, my.
“Bella, despite your mouth’s rebuttal, your pussy says you enjoy titty torture.”
“Well, it does not lie.” She crossed her legs, collecting the drip, in awe over turning herself on. “Tell me your answer.”
“No, no.” He motioned his hands apart, ordering her to separate her legs.
A drop hit the floor as she extended. Lex covered her mouth in a giggle.
He laughed with her for a minute and then answered, “Bella, my best moment was waking up with you in my arms.” Massimo patted the empty space next to him to encourage her to get the next question right.
She gasped, not expecting his response. I think I love him.
“Next question. If I am unable to come to New York Fashion Week, will you be upset?” His once-raised brow wrinkled with concern.
“No, I won’t be upset.” She smiled, attempting to hide her disappointment. “Soon, I’ll return for Milan Fashion Week.”
“Take two steps forward and finger your ass.” He gave her an eager face. Who the hell fingers their own ass?
“Yes, sir.” She squatted in her Tabitha Simmons crystal chandelier pumps as if going pee. Looking up at her prince, she rubbed her pussy with her hand. With caution, her fingers glided back on her puckered anus. Luckily she didn’t have long nails, wincing at the thought of what it would feel like if she did. Lex glanced over to gauge his seriousness.
“Finger your ass, bella.” He nodded with a straight face.
“I’m gonna finger you when we finish your silly game.” The wet finger slid in, and she inhaled, pushing up farther. Resting one hand on her knee, she closed her eyes, bouncing her body, taking her entire finger. “Yeah.” Her core constricted hot and tight.
She cracked one eye open, watching Massimo on the edge of the bed. She closed her eyes, getting into it.
“Prince Massimo Tittoni.” She moaned and pulled her finger out and back in—out and back in again—out and back in a third time. Hearing Massimo grunt, she opened her watering eyes to see her male beauty fisting his cock. Motivated, she wiped her ring finger over her pussy, making her digits moist. Get ready, prince. Lex rotated on her back, thrusting her torso up in the air.
“Prin—ci—pessa,” Massimo hissed.
“Masi.” She glided two fingers inside as her body’s heat tightened around her. “My ass is tense.” Lex pushed further. “I can’t do this without my Masi.” She moved her fingers around her constricting muscles. “Stretch me out, Masi.” Her juices drizzled backward over her stomach. With one hand, she rubbed her cum over her stomach while fingering herself with the other, pushing her torso up higher with her legs.
“Bella!”
Lex sat up and noticed Massimo zoned out into an erotic trance. She clapped her hands.
Eyes wide, ready to pounce on her, he blinked. He wiped his mouth and spoke, snapping from his bliss. “Enough. Stand, final question.”
Jesus. “Make this an easy one.” She put her hands on her knees, rising with the goal to ride Masi’s cock.
Sitting back and waiting for her to collect herself, his eyebrows furrowed with seriousness. He gave her a grin as she lifted her head for him to continue.
“Who is in love with you?” he asked, holding out his hands, ready to take her.
He didn’t just ask about the “L” word, did he? “What?” You’re saying you’re in…
“Let me repeat.” Massimo coughed in mockery. He pounded his fist on his chest and cleared his throat. “I asked, who is in love with you?”
“Um…hmm. Prince Massimo Tittoni?” Dizzy, she stepped forward.
“Sì,” he replied. “Ti amo.”
Ecstatic. Unconditional. Forever.
She walked over and straddled his lap.
His large hands wrapped around her back as he repeated those words again and again in English and Italian. He stared with eternal intent into her eyes, scaring her at first. “I love everything about you.” He spoke with such certainty. Massimo focused on her lips, waiting for a promising response.
Nostrils flared as she fought back a happy tear. “I love you, too.” Lost for years, she realized at that moment she’d become found. Gazing into Massimo’s sobering eyes, she declared, “I want you more than anything I’ve ever wanted in my entire life.”
“Principessa, you have me. I am yours.” He rotated her onto her back while kissing her neck. The warmness coming from his lips and mouth alongside her nape goosed her flesh. “You ready for me, bella?”
Lovergasmic
Lub dub, Lub dub, Lub a dub dub.
Massimo’s heart pounded in his ear as he went down on her. “Lie back for me, bella,” he invited. Accepting her pleasure as his responsibility, she trembled in his hands. He held her, trying to keep her still as her lower lips swelled in his fingers. He brought his mouth over her edges then buried his face deep and hard into her core. I love tongue-fucking you, bella. “You taste good.” Yeah, give me your hard nub. Uh-huh, there it is. He swirled his tongue over and over, turned on by Lex’s moans. I am going to kiss you, tease you, lick you from end to end. Bury my tongue inside you all night long, going left to right and back to left again. “Mmmm. Damn, bella.”
“I’m going to come again. Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she moaned, her bod
y tightening.
He glanced up and encouraged, “Come on my fingers, bella.” Massimo returned his attention back to her tits, sucking on each swollen nipple.
She’d only hold out for a few more seconds.
With fury, he sank his lips over her sensitive flesh and licked. His teeth caught, biting her right nipple with a tug.
Her juices jetted through his digits and on his arms. “Good girl, my bella. Good girl.”
Lex kicked her feet. “Let me take my shoes off.” She sat up and grabbed her right foot to untie the grosgrain ankle crystal choker.
Massimo held her hand, shaking his head. “These are hot shoes,” he rejoiced. Noticing the gems that ran up her narrow ankles, he added, “I want to fuck you wearing them.”
“You spoke the fuck word.” She pointed a finger in his face.
“I professed love first, my principessa. But sì, tonight I will fuck you,” he bragged. Massimo reached back for a condom from his pants pocket near the bed. “I will fuck you hard. Sì?”
The wrapper tore between his fingers as he slid the latex over his shaft. Hating anything between them, he hoped they’d have a lifetime for raw experiences. One day soon, he vowed he’d pack her with his seed, fill her with his babies. He wanted children—a dozen, lots. Massimo surmised she’d make a great mother.
“Fuck me. Love me. Do me, Masi. Come on.” She gripped his pelvis.
Demanding, he could tell she always got her way. He’d give her everything she ever wanted.
Amore. Exceptional. Beauty.
“Be quiet,” he warned. Massimo took her calves over his shoulders, lowering his body over hers. His chest pressed behind her legs.
“I love you.” The declaration in her voice melted his heart. She gazed up at him, meaning her words more than before.
His palms slid under Lex’s neck, holding her beautiful face up. Massimo could see her better as she wrapped her legs around him. “Mio amore, I love you more. I love you…” he sang.
Lex’s eyes shimmered.
He wiped her face and soothed, “Don’t cry, my bella.” His eager length inched up to her entry. Massimo couldn’t stifle his big boy smile anymore. Cheeks hard, he gave her a cheesy smirk and nuzzled his nose to hers.