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2025-01-07 19:59:16Vincenzo's POV
The moment he sat on my lap and then kissed me, I could already feel my dick twitch. I hope he doesn't regret it, but even if he did, it's too late.There was no going back.
Ten minutes later, we were in my private hotel room. I unlocked the door with my card and then carried him in. As I used a leg to lock the door behind me, I pressed him against it, and, not giving him time to breathe, I smashed my lips on his. I entered his mouth by sucking on his lips and biting his tongue, which caused me to gasp. My tongue swept across his mouth as if I were inspecting my territory, and he tasted like whisky. Then I took hold of his tongue and sucked and played with it, making him groan, turning me on. Slowly I left his mouth and kissed his neck; then, my hand impatiently opened his shirt to reveal his chest. I looked at him with a smirk, then bit his nipple, making him yelp in pain. I stepped back up to give him another kiss, but this time with more force. I smirkd as I felt his hands going down to my dick. “Look at me!” I ordered, and he looked up with his lidded eyes and his sexy, opened lips, which made my eyes darken as I thought about so many ways to make him suffer for seducing me. I swallowed hard, then pushed him down, which surprised him, but I ignored his confused gaze and looked at him coldly and indifferently. I bent down and touched his lips, then inserted my two fingers into his hot mouth and nodded my head. He appeared to comprehend my gesture as he closed his lips around it and then sucked it. I closed my eyes as I imagined what it would feel like to have my dick inside his mouth and make him fucking suck me. Then I didn’t hesitate as I felt him push out his tongue and lick my fingers sexily. “I don’t need to show mercy to a slut!” And not even a minute passed before I was shoving my dick into his awaiting mouth. I gripped his hair, observing him choke as I filled his mouth with my sperm. I watched with indifference and didn’t wait for him before removing his head and then slamming it in again. “Mmhm.” His muffled voice sounded as he held my lap to steady himself, but I didn’t wait for him to get comfortable; all I needed right now was to fucking release. Then I started moving. I felt his tongue and gum clench my genitalia, causing my body to tremble in sensation. Additionally, I felt his mouth clench my genitalia. “Fuck! Arg! Yes! Take it all in… You FUCKING HUNGRY SLUT!” I cursed as I felt adrenaline rush through my body. My brain went blank when he removed my dick from his mouth, then used his teeth to scratch my tip, then used his tongue to lick it. I almost went crazy; my body shivered in fire. This was not enough! I want him! I want to fuck him! Fuck humans, make him scream, and I did as I thought without preparing him; I dragged him to the bed and made him turn his back toe as he went on all fours. Then I slapped his ass and pulled down both his trousers and briefs, and when I saw his white ass—Darm! You whore! I swallowed and caressed his ass before spanking it. He groaned and shook his head as if asking for more. I licked my lips, and my eyes turned red and crazy. My only thought was to thrust my long dick into his ass. So I separated his ass to reveal his pink and tight asshole. I groaned as I looked at it; my dick was already twitching and hurrying me, so I inserted my one finger into it, and he wiggled under me. “Hmph!” He snorted, and then, by himself, he started moving on my finger, so I inserted another and then another. I watched his ass bounce on my fingers, and I could feel the sensation; I felt the fire in my body. “You are by ar better than my asshole ex-boyfriend!” He moaned when I spanked his ass again. Then he continued, “And my father! That controlling man wouldn’t have an idea what I am doing now! he would be so mad... his son is fucking a stranger, a night before his arranged marriage” .I couldn't help but wonder who his father was.
“What’s your name?” I asked with my fingers still pumping in. “ Hayden! Hayden Mortell! Would you believe it?! The son of Victor Mortell is fucking a stranger!” I froze instantly upon hearing his words. My brain went blank. What the fuck!A Mortell?! My enemy?!
I looked at his back; then my eyes went cold as I held my erect long dick. I then opened his ass, and without giving him time to prepare, I slammed it inside him!Related chapters
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