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Esme
“DANG,” I WHISPER, LOOKING around the tiny bathroom filled with steam.
I took the fastest shower known to man in probably three minutes because I’m so anxious knowing he’s standing in the other room waiting for me. I tiptoe across the rug and scan my bedroom dripping wet, fairly sure I’m not going to find what I’m looking for.
There’s no towel.
I did all my laundry at my parents’ house the other day when I visited, but it’s all still in the laundry bag sitting just inside the front door.
The tingling rush of heat between my legs builds as I pull my shirt over my head and it sticks to my wet body. My is hair sopping wet, and I decide to forgo panties for the moment and just run out into the living room and grab a towel, my belly already tight knowing it’s more than a little provocative, but the thrill it’s giving me urges me forward.
Ever since Vito picked me up off the street yesterday, I’ve not been able to curb the dirty thoughts and these tense feelings down low in my belly. He’s not slick, not like you’d see on the cover of GQ, more like you’d see on the cover of Hot Mobsters Who Don’t Give a F*ck.
His confidence only adds to his sexiness and the fluttery way he makes me feel. I’m getting the feeling there is more here than him just wanting to be sure I don’t sue him, and the way he’s talking like I’m his already should scare me, but it doesn’t.
It excites me.
I’ve never been a girl to think with her pussy before, but Vito is giving me new lessons, and I have to say I can’t wait to be schooled by him.
I’m feeling lightheaded as I grab the doorknob and pull, nearly falling back on my ass when I’m met with the wall of man meat blocking the doorway.
“Fuck.” Vito’s voice is deeper than usual, his eyes laced with lust, and I fixate on the massive hand clutched around an even more massive cock, hard and swollen and red with need.
“I’m sorry.” I force my eyes up, flustered, and start to swing the door closed again, but his other hand slaps the wood and pushes it back open.
“I’m not sorry. You need to know what you do to me, little girl. Look.” His free hand comes to rest on the top of my head, forcing my gaze downward to his thick cock, hand wrapped around the base.
There are slick droplets coming from the slit in the tip, and my mouth starts to water. His suit jacket is pulled open, that incredible hard-on jutting out from his black suit pants, and I bring a quivering hand to cover my mouth, unsure what to say but not wanting him to see it hanging open.
Between my legs, the tension ignites into a wet gush, and I feel like I’m going to burst into flames.
My eyes are locked onto his hand as it moves up and down the thick shaft. A purple vein as thick as my pinky finger snakes up toward the top, and I swear I can see his pulse beating there.
“Do you like watching?”
His hand moves faster, thick fingers encircling the hard length, and I’m mesmerized.
“Yes.” My answer is barely audible, but there’s only truth in it. “I like watching.” My cheeks burn, and I’m astonished how uninhibited I feel considering I’ve never really seen a man’s cock before.
“Good girl. That pleases me.”
His words leave me breathless. He’s unlike any man I’ve ever encountered. It's as though he lives in a world of his own. Making his own rules. And power seeps from him, swirling in a masculine scent that has my head swimming. You would think I would run from him, slam the door in his face and tell him to get out...
Instead, I can’t take my eyes off the sight of him masturbating right in front of me. I’m dizzy and more turned on than I’ve ever been.
“Watch,” he rumbles, and I swear I can hear his heartbeat.
His hand pumps up and down as the weight of his other on top of my head makes me feel like I'm completely under his control. The entire situation is so erotic, so dirty. I should be horrified, but I’m not. My pussy aches as I watch, listening to his low breathing coming from above, the sound of his hand moving on the skin around his erection.
He stops, and I swallow, hoping he’s not done because I want to see him cum. I can’t believe this is me, but I also can’t deny the truth of what I’m thinking.
He releases his cock, raising his hand palm up just under my chin. “Spit,” he growls. I’m frozen for a second, but he repeats the command, “Spit.” The baritone of his voice vibrates through me.
He wiggles his fingers, and to my surprise I comply, spitting into his palm. The saliva slowly drips from my bottom lip until it falls in a glistening drop.
“Again,” he orders, and I do as he says, a rumble emanating from his chest as he rubs my saliva onto his erection and starts stroking again.
Desire surges hot through my veins, and the ache between my legs is nearly unbearable. I squeeze my thighs together as his stroking turns feverish, and I’m rapt, in awe at the sight, even as drops of shower water drip from my bangs into my eyes.
“You are a dirty girl for me, aren’t you, Bambina? Say it, say I’m a dirty girl for you...” He pauses at the end, and I feel like he wants to say something else, but his words drive me closer to my own edge.
The weight of his hand lifts from my head, slipping down through my damp hair then halting beneath my chin, moving my eyes to look up into his intense face, the muscle on his jaw line flexing and releasing.
Flashes of heat turn me into a thoughtless mess, and there’s a darkness in his eyes I’ve not seen before.
“Say it,” he grunts, and my heart nearly pounds from my chest. A gush of slick arousal coats my thighs as I squeeze and pulse the muscles down low.
“I’m—” I stammer, trying to come to terms with what is really happening here. “I’m a dirty girl for you.”
As the words slip from my lips, something else about him hits me. A word.
A title.
Something inside me wants to say one more word.
I don’t know where it’s coming from, but the pull is so strong, it’s like I’m being swept down a rushing river, and I am under the control of another force.
“Good girl.” His voice hits me like a blow to the chest.
I see the movement of his arm from the corner of my eye, and I want to drop down to my knees so I can both look into his eyes and watch him jerk off, waiting for something I’ve never thought about before...
I want his cum.
I want it on me.
I want to taste it.
I want it inside me.
Before I can stop myself, I look directly into his eyes, and the words come from somewhere inside my soul. “I want to be a dirty girl for you...” The last one catches on my lips as I force it forward. “...Daddy.”
The movement of his hand halts, and his eyes catch fire as the fingers on my chin slip lower to grip around my throat.
“Say that again,” he rumbles, and my belly flips as I rise onto my tiptoes.
His hand tightens, and I struggle to take a breath, filling my lungs before I repeat the words.
“I want to be a dirty girl for you, Daddy.”
“Fuck.” His eyes close for a moment, then his hand leaves my throat, and his grip is on my wrist, pulling me into the bedroom. When we get to the edge of the bed, he orders, “Sit.”
I comply, looking directly into the dripping head of a cock nearly as long as my forearm.
Trembling, I watch in awe as he releases his erection, strips his jacket, tie and shirt, and tosses them on the end of the bed.
My own need throbs inside me as the pulsing between my legs makes it nearly impossible to form any rational thought.
“Take off your shirt,” he commands, standing in front of me shirtless, his cock standing up, spreading his zipper wide.
My fingers shake as I grab the bottom of my T-shirt and drag it over my head, still unsure any of this is real.
I could be dreaming. I did bump my head. Maybe it’s like Dorothy in The Wizard of Oz; I’ll wake up, and my world will be black and white again.
He rips the shirt from my hands before I can let it go and tosses it onto the floor with a grunt like a caveman. I’m sitting naked on my bed while Vito examines me, his eyes tracing up and down, and when I look, I notice the fingers on his right hand are twitching.
The look in his eyes is primal, and it makes me shiver under his gaze.
Then he brings a hand down, two stiff fingers pushing on my chest until I’m prone. I lick my lips, my hands wrapping around my waist, unsure where else to put them until Vito fixes that.
“Grab your knees. Pull them up and apart. Show me everything. I want all of you.”
My skin tingles as I follow his orders, splaying myself wide for this man I’ve only known a matter of hours. I look at his hard cock jutting upward, cum leaking from the tip, and my mouth waters.
“That’s beautiful, my little Bambina. Has any other man ever touched you?” His voice is hard like he’s having trouble getting the words out. “Tell me the truth. It will kill me if you say yes, but I’d still rather know the truth.”
I shake my head, and he releases an uneven breath.
“Thank God,” he grits out, and my head swims. I don’t know what I’m doing, but somewhere deep down it feels right.
Dirty.
But right.
Need pulses through me as his eyes lock onto my open legs then glide upward to rest on my tits for a long moment, making me hold my breath.
When he finally looks me in the eye, I think I might pass out.
“I’m going to touch you now, little girl. Daddy needs to know how wet you are for him.” The filthy words make the throbbing unbearable, and I feel like his eyes are penetrating my soul. “You want that, don’t you? You want to know what it feels like to have my fingers on your little girl parts.”
He brings a finger to my lips, pressing forward, and I suck it inside. I watch his eyes flick shut at the sensation, and when they open again, they’re wild.
When he withdraws his finger, my lips stay open, and I nod, answering his question.
He shakes his head. “That’s not good enough. When I ask you a question, I want to hear your answer, understand? A nod is not enough. Tell me what you want.”
I gather my senses as best I can as he lowers his hand between my legs. The need is so strong, a desire I’ve never felt before. I need him to touch me. I want him to own me.
“I want you to touch me please, Daddy.” I add on the last word and watch his chest fill with a deep breath as his jaw muscle tightens.
I release a moan, mixing with his own as he drags the backs of his fingers through my folds while his eyes narrow and stay locked on my face.
“So beautiful, Bambina. So fucking wet.” He brings his fingers to my lips, slick with my juices. “Open.”
Once again, his fingers are in my mouth, and I taste myself on them. He withdraws, then lowers them again, dipping them just inside me, moving them up and down through my tingling pussy until I think I’m going to come undone.
“God, that feels so good.” I press my head back into the bed and pull my knees upward, closing my eyes and letting the feelings wash over me.
When I open them again, he pulls his hand away, this time bringing his slick fingers to his own lips. I see the glistening strands of my juices webbing between them, and then he plunges them into his mouth with a low, rumbling moan.
“You realize this is mine.” He looks down at my open legs. “Whatever this is between us, I’ve never felt anything like it. I’ve never tasted anything like you. I’m not letting you go. Your fate is sealed, I’m afraid.”
A crooked grin spreads over his lips as his fingers come back down and press just inside my opening. I gasp as his thumb begins to make circles over my sensitive nub, pushing me closer to the edge.
My mind spins at his words as his fingers push inward until I see him let out a sigh, a low groan rumbling from his chest.
“This little cherry is mine, too. I take care of my things, Bambina. I’m a powerful man. I’m used to getting what I want. And I don’t remember ever wanting anything as much as I want you.”
I feel like I’m in a dream. He’s clearly in a different league than my family and me, but it’s not his wealth or power that interests me. It’s his power over me. It’s this pull I feel in my chest toward him. Like he’s a part of me I never knew I had.
His thumb moves faster over my clit until I feel the tension gather. I open my legs as far as they will go, close my eyes again and explode, whimpering and twisting on the bedding as he strokes me until my orgasm plays out, leaving me panting.
“Good girl. Know how much it pleases me when you cum.”
I nod, unsure what else to do or say, and his eyes look like they are on fire. His gaze is so intense it could be that he’s in heaven or thinking he’s ready to put someone in hell. He oozes calm dominance, and it has me transfixed.
“I don’t even know your last name,” I manage through panting breaths, gripped suddenly by the thought that I’m letting this near-stranger do things to me I’ve never done before. “And you don’t know mine.”
“That is true, my Bambina. I plan to tell you many things, and you will tell me. But last names don’t change anything, do they? You know what I know, there is something here, between us.”
The way the light from the living room cuts across his hard, handsome face is like a message from God, telling me he’s right. His near-black hair is decorated at the temples with a bit of silver, even though he doesn’t look old enough to be gray, but it only makes him even sexier to me. His chest is hard, arms and upper body thick, and I see just the right amount of dark body hair running down his torso forming an arrow pointing down toward his incredible cock.
“Know I will always take care of you. That means many things, but be sure it also means your pleasure belongs to me. I will give it, I will take it, I will require many things from you, but I will always put you first. Always.”
A shiver shakes me as he leans in, his fingers leaving my pussy and sliding to my legs as he lowers his face.
Tension grips between my legs as he kisses his way down my inner thigh until I feel like I’m going to fly apart into a million pieces.
As soon as his mouth connects, I’m tumbling into another orgasm so intense everything goes black. There is no sound except the buzzing inside my head as heated bliss engulfs me and leaves me breathless and quivering.
I release my grip on my legs, my arms flailing out at my sides then down to touch his head, the source of this wicked pleasure.
Distantly, I’m aware that I’m screaming, but I can’t hear myself. It’s as though my brain has been rewired somehow, and it’s his mouth creating this euphoric, electric chaos inside of me.
My pussy contracts and releases, riding out the waves of bliss as I move my hands out and hold onto the bedding, amazed at how I came so easily with him. Even when I try to play with myself, it takes a long time if it happens at all.
All I know right now is I want more. I’m already addicted to whatever this is, as dirty as it is.
As dirty as I am.
And I don’t care.
He comes up from between my legs, his face hovering over mine, and the scent of my arousal and the slick wetness of my pussy cover his lips and chin.
“You are such a good girl, do you know that?”
I nod, unsure what else to do but knowing that hearing him call me that feels so very right.
“Good, because from now on, you are my good girl, and I plan on devouring this pussy whenever I like.” He reaches up and grabs a handful of my hair, pulling it to the side and planting his teeth in a soft bite at the base of my neck, making me moan and my pussy long for more of whatever this is.
His lips and teeth trace down my body, making me writhe and yelp when he alternates soft kisses and licks with sharp nips, but the pain only seems to ignite the fire inside of me.
I stare at the ceiling, my eyes blurry as his mouth is again between my legs, and his tongue drags through my folds until his lips and teeth are on my clit.
My hips buck upward and I moan as he eats me out.
My body feels boneless as he devours me, the lust like a drug that makes me feel as though I’m not here anymore, but instead living in another parallel dimension, a dimension where my only thoughts are of the sensations he’s creating with his hot tongue.
The feel of his tongue lapping at my opening, of his nose moving and pressing on my clit, is overwhelming. His hands are wrapped around my upper thighs, and he’s holding me hard against his mouth as I try to twist and jerk against him. The noises I’m making aren’t human, and I’m sure my neighbors must be wondering what sort of monster has taken over in place of the mousy girl that occupies unit three.
Tension is gathering again as I listen to the wet sounds of him drinking in every drop of my juices. The swirling of his tongue moves faster until the pressure is so strong I take one last look down to see his eyes on me, and that’s all I can take.
My vision disappears again, and when the orgasm hits me, my voice fails. It’s harder and stronger than the ones before, and I feel it down into my bones. I’m bucking and jerking, my hands flying outward in a desperate effort to clasp onto something, and I’m frightened I’m losing control of everything.
When Vito’s tongue flicks at my clit again, I wince and push his head away.
“No,” I whisper.
“Oh, no.” I hear his voice echoing in my mind and look down through blurred vision to see him looking at me with those dark eyes, shaking his head. “I say when we are done, little Bambina.”
“But,” I whimper, “it hurts.”
“Does it?” he asks, then brings the pad of his thumb to my engorged clit, making me draw a sharp breath. “Maybe sometimes that’s what I want.”