Alessandro |18+|

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ARIA

"So beautiful. So pretty," Sandro whispered, looking up at me as he kept his soft lips on my skin. "So perfect," He never stopped praising me—complimenting me. And it never lost its sincerity.

I could tell that he meant it, and he wanted me to know exactly how he felt about me. My body warmed up and I let myself be worshipped by the hands of Sandro. I loved every moment of it, losing myself within his words.

Sandro had lust and admiration in his eyes and it was hard to look away from him.

"I'm going to take this off," he told me, running his fingers along the hem of my underwear. I nodded, expecting him to take it off slowly and steady.

Instead, he laced his fingers through the material and ripped it down my legs. I gulped, watching him fling it across the room. The air hit my clit and I heard Sandro groan. He was between my legs, running his finger down my slit and dipping into my hole just for a second.

I couldn't take it anymore, and neither could he. He leaned forward, barely brushing his lips across my clit. I opened my legs further, showing him that I wanted him just as much as he wanted me.

"Fuck, bellissima—" his voice was quiet and hoarse. I saw his fist tighten on the sheets, and then he closed his eyes and took a deep breath in.

I was about to ask what was wrong when his hands gripped my waist and flipped me onto my stomach. The action was rough, nearly knocking the wind out of me. He pulled my hips, dragging me until my feet hit the floor and my stomach rested on the mattress.

"Open," he demanded. I gasped, feeling him quickly separate my legs with his palm. I looked back, seeing Sandro on his knees. He licked his lips, eyeing me with a hunger that I had never seen before. He held my ass, separating me before he delved forward and his tongue was sliding into my pussy.

My forehead dropped onto the bed, a strangled moan falling off my lips. It felt so fucking good that my first instinct was to close my legs.

"What did I say about keeping these fucking legs open?" Sandro snapped, giving me a harsh slap on my ass. I yelped at the pain, grunting as I spread my legs for him.

I was drenched, waiting for him—aching for him. He caressed my thighs, holding me still as his tongue circled my hole. I closed my eyes, breathing heavily against the sheets.

His mouth was warm and his lips were soft against me. It felt unbearable good and I had to force myself to remain unmoving.

"You're so wet," he said, dragging his tongue through my slit. "Stay still for me. I want to make you feel so good, bellissima. Just let me," he was speaking softly, giving me small kisses between his words.

I moaned his name, curling my fingers over the sheets in a tight grip. My knuckles turned white, too overwhelmed by the ecstasy to release the pressure.

Using two fingers, Sandro opened my pussy and then his lips were on me again. He sucked and I could hear how wet I was. I felt my arousal drip down my inner thigh and Sandro's mouth left my pussy to lick up my mess.

His tongue slid up my skin, finding its place back on my hole and I gasped when I felt him deeper than before.

He fucked me with his mouth, leaving me in a state of delirium as I used my sheets to muffle my moans. My hair was scattered across my face and I was left leaving it that way, unable to focus on fixing it.

"Sandro—fuck," I murmured, groaning as his tongue stroked my walls. He hummed, sending shivers down my spine. My hands blindly reached behind me, wanting to push him away from me because it was too much to handle. Which was strange because it was only his fucking mouth.