Chapter 003: Forbidden Hunger

STEFANO’S POV

This isn’t supposed to happen. Not with her. Not with Serena De Luca. But here I was staring down at her as she lay stretched across the sheets in nothing but that thin lace bra, it’s delicate fabric doing nothing to hide the dark peaks of her nipples. They stood tight and flushed, pushing against the pattern of the lace as if they had been waiting for my mouth.

She reached for her the waistline of her thin lace underwear and pulled it down her legs as she stared at me. She tossed the underwear aside and parted her thighs seductively, giving me the view of her bare pussy. Her breathing came quick and shallow while her eyes stayed fixed on me, open and inviting.

“Having sex with someone like her is a mistake especially when she’s your….” I tried to caution myself under my breath, but I stopped myself.

I knew deep down that this moment was a mistake. Every calculated part of me knew it. Touching her like this crossed a line that could never be walked back. We were never supposed to share the same air in a locked room, never supposed to end up with her nearly naked and aching under my gaze.

The hunger it fed was dangerous, raw, and completely out of my control. But the truth was I had imagined this exact moment more times than I would ever admit, her body open and willing, the sounds she would make when I finally have her in my bed. The reality of it sat right in front of me now and it was worse than any fantasy. It was real, it was forbidden. And I could not stop.

She lifted one hand and crooked a finger, her voice low and rough from whiskey and need.

“Are we fucking or not?”

I closed my eyes for a single breath and let the last thread of control snap.

“Fuck this.”

I moved onto the bed with a deliberate force. My knee sank into the mattress hard enough to make it dip toward her. I braced over her body and kissed her lips again, claiming her mouth harder than before, my teeth catching her bottom lip as a rough sound tore from my throat.

“Mmhmm..” she answered with a muffled sound that vibrated straight against my tongue.

My hands slid under her back, found the clasp of the lace, and twisted it free. The straps slipped down her arms. I dragged the scrap of fabric away and tossed it aside. Her breasts spilled heavy and full into the open air, her nipples tight and begging.

I broke the kiss and lowered my head towards her breasts. I took her right peaking nipple into my mouth with no gentleness and sucked hard.

Her back arched clean off the bed. “Aghhh… mhmmm… yes…”

I sucked on her nipples with my tongue and teeth, drawing the nipple deep, rolling it, then biting just enough to make her gasp. I switched to the left breast without giving her time to recover, sucking it with the same hungry pressure while my free hand shoved her thighs wide open. Three fingers found her already soaked pussy and pushed inside in one steady thrust.

She was tight and scorching, her walls fluttering around the sudden stretch. I pumped them deep and slow at first, then harder, curling against the spot that made her hips jerk upward. My mouth stayed locked on her breast the entire time, sucking and biting until the skin flushed red under my intense attention.

“Oh my god… yes… right there…” she moaned as the broken sounds only fed the fire.

I kept the relentless rhythm of finger fucking her, my fingers driving in and out of her soaked hole while my thumb circled the swollen clitoris. Her hands tangled in my hair and pulled hard enough to sting my scalp. I ignored the pain and moved lower, dragging my mouth down the center of her stomach, leaving a wet open-mouthed path across her skin.

“Fuck… don’t tell me…” she whispered in between moans.

I didn’t give her the chance to complete her words as I teased her swollen clit with my tip of my tongue. Her breath hitched. She opened her mouth again, but I gave her no chance. I shoved her legs farther apart, settled between them, and buried my face against her cunt.

I did not tease her clit this time. I ate.

My tongue speared inside her while my teeth grazed the sensitive folds, claiming every inch with hungry, almost punishing pressure. I sucked her clit between my lips and ate it hard.

“Ahhh… ahh… fuck—” she moaned loudly, fisting my hair in her hand as she raised her hips to meet my face.

I thrusted deep into her pussy with my tongue, tasting every drop of her pussy juice. Minutes later she started convulsing under me, her thighs clamping around my head as broken sounds spilled out of her without a filter.

“Oh… my… god… I’m going to cum… ahhhh…”

I refused to ease off. The mere sight of her convulsing under my touch only made me more relentless. My hands held her hips pinned on the bed so she could not escape or close her legs. I licked, sucked, and bit her pussy until her body shook harder.

“I’m… cuming… Nghhhh…” she moaned, her voice climbing into something desperate and raw.

I growled against her pussy and kept going, my tongue and lips merciless until her body locked and she finally shattered.

“AGHHHHH…!” she screamed as her squirt flooded my mouth in pulsing waves.

I swallowed every drop of it, drinking her down like I had been starved for exactly this taste. When the last tremor of her release faded I lifted my head, licked the remaining fluid from my lips and chin, and met her wide, stunned eyes.

She stared at me as if she had never watched a man do that before.

I shoved off the bed long enough to strip the rest of my clothes. My cock sprang free from my shorts, thick and heavy, the head already slick with precum and need. Her gaze dropped to my cock as her throat swallowed in a hard visible swallow.

A soft “oh my god” slipped out of her lips, a vivid sign of her half fear and half raw want. Her legs still trembled from the orgasm I had forced out of her, yet she kept them open, the invitation was clear and shameless.

I climbed back over her, settled between her thighs, and notched the swollen head of my cock against her pussy. One hard thrust buried my cock to the hilt.

“Ahhhh…” she cried out in a drawn-out moan as her walls stretched around the sudden fullness.

I stayed deep for a long heartbeat, letting her feel every thick inch of my cock, then I pulled back and drove in again, setting a punishing rhythm from the start. The bedframe creaked under the force.

“Fuckkkkkk…” I moaned loudly as I closed my eyes, enjoying the feel of my cock inside of her.

My skin slapped against her skin in a steady filthy soundtrack. I braced one hand beside her head and used the other to keep her thigh hooked high over my hip so I could sink even deeper with every stroke.

“Mmh… yes, daddy… fuck me harder…”

The name “daddy” seemed to add more fuel to my flames as I fucked her harder.

“Yessss… mhmmmm…” she moaned louder, sinking her nails deep into my back, hard enough to leave marks.

Sweat slicked our skin and made every movement smoother and wetter. The sounds of her cunt taking me filled the room along with the broken noises spilling from both of us. My mouth found her throat, then her ear, my teeth grazing the lobe as another rough sound left my chest.

“Fuck… you feel better than my imagination,” I rasped against her skin.

“Daddy… fuck… yes… I’m close… I’m going to… Ahhhh… oh fuck…” she moaned incoherently as her hips rose to meet every brutal thrust.

Her second climax came rushing out without much warning. She clenched her pussy walls around my cock so tightly that stars burst behind my eyes.

“That’s it Princess…” I moaned, kissing her neck as I felt my own climax draw close. “Ahhh… mhmmm… Serena…”

I pulled out seconds later placing my cock on her abdomen as my semen popped out and splashed on her stomach and the soft curve of her breasts.

I stayed braced above her, breathing hard, and watching the way her body continued to tremble in the aftermath. Her eyes fluttered open for a minute, dazed and soft. And for a moment I thought she was going to call me out on how I knew her real name. But a small, satisfied smile curved her swollen lips instead.

“I can’t feel my legs,” she whispered.

And with that her eyes closed as her body went slack against the sheets. She drifted to sleep.

I looked down at the woman I had just fucked, at the marks my mouth had left on her skin and the evidence of both our releases cooling between us. Something dark and irreversible settled deep in my chest.

I have survived situations that should have killed me. I’ve controlled myself through blood, torture, violence and revenge. Yet this woman has managed to make me break my own rules in one night.

“Stefano,” I called to myself in a low voice. “What have you done?”