5. Midnight Cravings

Anny smirked, licking the last trace of his cum from her lips. “If I cared, I wouldn’t have sucked your dick, daddy. And I’m sure you didn’t love her either. If you had, then you wouldn’t have let me do so and come here at this hour.”

Anny's words hung in the air like a challenge, her smirk unwavering as she watched Adriano's reaction. The moment stretched, electric and charged and then she noticed a smirk creeping onto his lips, slow, predatory and utterly devastating. 

His eyes glinted with something primal and before she could draw another breath, he reached out, gripping her shoulder with a firm hand and forcing her to stand. In one fluid motion, he pushed her backward and she fell onto the bed with a soft gasp, the mattress bouncing beneath her weight.

Their eyes locked, filled with an insatiable hunger that neither could deny. The moonlight pooled across her naked body, casting silver shadows over her curves and Adriano stood at the foot of the bed, drinking her in like a man starved. He took his time, his gaze tracing every inch of her, the swell of her breasts, the dip of her waist, the dark, glistening triangle between her thighs. She was a feast and he was savoring the anticipation.

"Spread your legs wide for me, babygirl," he commanded, his voice low and rough, stripping away any pretense of gentleness. "I want to see all of you."

His hands found her thighs, gripping them firmly, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. Anny's breath hitched as she obeyed, parting her legs slowly, deliberately, revealing her slick, glistening cunt to his hungry stare. She watched his pupils dilate as he took in the sight, her pink folds swollen and wet, her clit peeking out, begging for attention. He licked his lips and the gesture sent a shiver of pure need through her spine.

Adriano glanced at her, his head tilted, a playful yet sharp edge in his voice. "I hope you're not a minor, babygirl? I don't wish to commit two sins together." 

The smirk on his face was teasing, but his eyes held a flicker of seriousness, a final check before he crossed this line completely.

Anny felt a flash of irritation. "Do I look that small to him?" she thought, her mind racing. 

But she only shook her head, meeting his gaze with unwavering confidence. "I’m 19," she said, her voice steady despite the pounding in her chest.

"Perfect." That single word was all he said, but it carried a weight of finality. 

He pulled her toward him by her ankles, her body sliding across the sheets until she was right beneath him. Then he crushed his lips against hers and the world dissolved.

Anny sighed into the kiss, her hands instinctively finding his neck, wrapping around him as she melted into the heat of his mouth. He tasted even better than she had imagined, like honey dipped in alcohol, refreshing yet intoxicating, a flavor that made her dizzy with lust. She moaned against his lips as his tongue traced across her lower lip, seeking entrance and she parted her mouth immediately, shivering when his tongue met hers in a slow, languid dance.

"Adriano is still a stranger to me," she thought, her mind hazy with pleasure. "But how can a stranger make me feel this way?" She arched her back, pressing her body closer to his, her nipples grazing his chest through his shirt.

He broke the kiss, his mouth trailing down her jaw, her neck, until he found the sensitive spot just below her ear. He nibbled there, biting gently, then sucking hard enough to leave a mark. 

Anny gripped his hair tightly, pushing his face deeper into her neck, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She struggled to breathe properly, her mind fogging with lust. She was sure Adriano was well aware of her state, yet he continued his sweet torture, licking and biting a path down her throat.

Adriano kissed and bit her earlobe, his breath hot against her skin. "I haven't even touched you properly and you're already so wet, babygirl," he murmured, his voice husky and rough. 

His hands slid down her body, grabbing her ass with both palms, squeezing the firm cheeks. Then he slapped one of them, a sharp, stinging crack that made her cry out.

Anny arched her back, a moan escaping her lips. She was completely turned on by his words, by the authority in his voice, by the way he handled her like she was his possession. She stared at him with lust-filled eyes, her gaze heavy and inviting. Her cunt was dripping wet, the moisture trickling down her thigh and she made no effort to hide her need. She was a needy girl and she didn’t shy away from showing it.

Adriano smirked and then she felt the mattress dip as he knelt between her spread legs. He bent down, his mouth descending on her chest, kissing and sucking all over her breasts and stomach. His tongue traced the curve of her belly, dipping into her navel, while his fingers found her nipples, pinching and rolling the hard buds until she gasped.

"Fuck! Ahh…" Anny shivered, moaning his name, her fingers tangling in his hair.

"You're so alluring, babygirl," he murmured against her skin, then he bit one of her nipples, hard, a sharp jolt of pain that melted into pleasure. She cried out, her back bowing. "And fucking sensitive too." He switched to the other nipple, biting it with equal force and she moaned again, her hips bucking instinctively.

She was breathing heavily as she felt his lips travel lower, down her stomach, over her hip bone, until he settled between her thighs. He took a deep breath, his nose brushing against her slick folds and then he blew hot air on her pussy, the sensation making her clench with anticipation. He licked her cunt slowly, a long, flat stroke from her entrance to her clit and she cried out, her hips jerking.

"You're such a needy slut, babygirl," he said, his voice husky and lazy, dripping with satisfaction. "All wet and dripping for me."

Adriano lifted her legs over his shoulders, the position exposing her completely. He slapped her cunt lightly, a teasing smack that made her gasp and then his hands moved up to knead her breasts, his fingers pinching and pulling her already erect nipples. Anny almost jumped when his tongue found its way inside her, plunging deep into her cunt, tasting her from the inside.

"Ahh… Adria… Fuckk… Ye… Yesss…. Justtt…. Just likeee thattt… Ahhh…. Ummmm…." she cried, her eyes squeezed shut, her hands fisting the sheets. The pleasure was overwhelming, building in waves.

"You like that?" He replaced his tongue with two fingers, thrusting them hard into her pussy, the sound of her wetness filling the room. "Do you want more?"

She barely managed to nod, her head bobbing weakly, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps.

"That's like a good babygirl. Ride those fingers like you own them. You're so fucking beautiful."

His lips wrapped around her pink nipple, sucking hard while Anny clutched his hair, pushing him deeper into herself, arching her back to meet every thrust of his fingers. Her eyes rolled back, her nails digging into his scalp as she felt another orgasm building, a white-hot coil tightening in her belly.

She screamed as the climax tore through her. "Fuck, Adriano!" 

Her nails raked down his back, leaving red lines and she came hard, her body convulsing, her cunt clenching around his fingers. She cried his name, the sound raw and desperate, as waves of pleasure crashed over her.

Adriano withdrew his fingers slowly, then licked her clean, his tongue tracing her folds with deliberate slowness, savoring her taste. Anny felt hot, her skin flushed, her heart hammering. She clutched the bedsheet in a tight grip, still trembling.

He had managed to give her such an intense orgasm without even having proper sex. She reached for his belt, trying to take off his pants, but he stopped her, grabbing her wrists and pinning them above her head. He leaned over her, his face inches from hers, his dark eyes boring into hers.

"Who said I'm done with you already?" Adriano questioned, a deadly smirk curling on his lips.