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Familiar fingers glanced over the apex of your thigh before tracing a sure path down to your slit. Arching into the touch, you bit your lower lip as you continued to keep your eyes trained on the glowing screen of your laptop. You’d turned it around to face your bed so that you could imagine it was the handsome man with broad knuckles fingering your cunt rather than yourself and you trembled at the heightened sensitivity the visual image inspired within you. You were getting close, much faster than normal, and the tiny little voice coming from the speakers had you audibly groaning as you sped up your ministrations. 

Your unoccupied hand hastily grabbed onto your breast, tweaking your nipple in time with what you were doing between your legs. A shudder tore through you, making you gasp. Your head was practically swimming with the onslaught of stimuli and you quickly switched to the other tit, giving it a sharp pinch. Your back bowed involuntarily as you struggled to keep your gaze locked on the screen. It was so easy to imagine that it was you in the video, almost mistaking the soft pads of your fingers for the rough, calloused hands of the man you were watching. He seemed intent on ripping an orgasm right out of her and you consciously used what bit of brainpower you had left to match your pace with his.

So close ... just a little more.

“O-oh ... shit!” 

Lashes fluttering, you finally let your eyelids slide shut. You could still hear him though, the filthy things he was all but growling at the girl as she moaned and squealed in delight echoing inside your head on an infinite loop. The muscles of your stomach fluttered and tensed. The pooling heat in your groin became almost unbearable. You squirmed, anxiously shifting as release drew ever nearer. Bracing the balls of your feet on the mattress, you angled your pelvis just a pinch higher and a fresh wave of spasms rolled over you. The coil inside your gut twisted tighter and -

“Yo, bella!” 

You choked in surprise, ripping your soaked fingers away from the throbbing nub of your clit as you jerked around on the bed. So numb with shock, all you could do was watch on in horrified disbelief as Formaggio hauled himself through your window as if it was the most natural, run of the mill thing he could be doing at the moment. 

“You’re not gonna’ believe this but I forgot my keys again and I dropped my ... phone in the ... toilet?”

He suddenly seemed to notice your state of undress and he paused with one foot braced on the carpet, the other still poised to swing down over the window sill. Green eyes narrowed at you before flitting to the laptop just over your shoulder and you belatedly realized the porn was still going as understanding dawned across Formaggio’s face.

“Get. Out.” You seethed, curling an arm across your chest to cover your aching nipples from his line of sight. Reaching back with your free hand, you hurriedly slammed the screen shut hard enough to potentially break the thing but you didn’t really care. You were so livid you had half a mind to chuck it at him. 

“Well,” Formaggio drawled, looking suspiciously like the cat that ate the canary. “Someone’s enjoying their day off I see.” 

You visibly prickled as he pulled himself the rest of the way into the room, making a show of pretending to dust himself off and straighten his clothes. Thoughts of killing him right then and there flooded your mind all at once but you forced yourself to take a few steadying breaths. Making the execution squad your enemy wasn’t high on your priority list and you had not yet ascertained the level of camaraderie they harbored for one another. If nothing else the capo seemed like he would take it as a personal slight and that was one person you did not want to test your luck against. So you waited and, finally, after flicking the last bit of imaginary dirt from his shoulders, Formaggio fixed you with a shit-eating grin.

“What?” You snapped irritably. 

“Nothing. You just look like you could use a hand is all.”

Your gaze darted down to regard his knuckles before you could stop yourself and you blanched. His were even broader than the man in the video. 

“No thanks.” You snipped, pointedly schooling your features into a look of disinterest. “I think I have it under control.” 

Humming dismissively, Formaggio sauntered closer to the bed but a razor-sharp glare from you stopped him in his tracks. He played it off well though, bracing his forearm against the wall and leaning into it as if that's what he’d intend to do from the very start. You had to admit, that was a pretty smooth move as far as he was concerned.

Slowly so as not to draw his attention, you quietly slipped your hand underneath your pillow while he took his time unabashedly studying your curled up form. There was simply no mistaking the interest in his gaze even if you’d wanted to pretend it was something else. 

“That’s not how it looks where I’m standing.” He murmured after a prolonged moment. “Seem’s like I interrupted your fun. You should let me make it up to you.” 

Your fingers curled around the switchblade you kept underneath your pillow in case of an emergency. You could never be too safe when you were playing the mafia’s game and you felt glad for your foresight as you gave the cold metal a tight squeeze. 

“If I wanted your input I would have asked for it.” You said cooly. “Now take the hint and leave. While you still can.” 

Grinning, Formaggio brought his hand up and swiped a thumb across his full bottom lip in a disarmingly roguish manner. Your blood pressure spiked with renewed desire despite your misgivings about the situation and you silently cursed your body for reacting to him like this.

“Nothing gets me hotter than a good threat, gattina. Keep going.”

You hesitated, trying to decide if you were just egging him on at this point before recklessly throwing caution to the wind. Sliding your hand out from underneath the pillow, you flicked the blade open in one smooth motion and pointed it at him.

“If you think I won't gut you like a fish you’re sorely mistaken. Get out!” 

Formaggio issued a wavering sigh as if you hadn’t just threatened to do him bodily harm. “Yes. Just like that.” He said approvingly. “You’re so good at this, straniera troia. I’ll have to tell Prosciutto that he was wrong about you.” 

Your cheeks warmed with a stabbing hint of humiliation and, wondering what you’d done to fall short of his expectations, you started to ask what the older man had said about you. But the words died on your tongue, souring like curdled milk when Formaggio began to unceremoniously unbutton his pants with quick, practiced motions. Eyebrows shooting up, you watched him with a dumbstruck sense of awe. Surely he was not so foolishly overconfident that he’d actually whip it out in this awkward situation ... right?

Any doubts you may have had about his intentions promptly dissipated when he yanked the top of his pants open and shoved his hand inside. You grimaced, already taking a breath to tell him to save it for someone else, but then he pulled his cock out and you once again found yourself at a loss of words. It was for the most part flaccid, twitching eagerly in the open air and filling out just enough to make it bob lazily in his palm. The size of him was what caught your attention though, and you thickly swallowed whatever you may have said as white-hot adrenaline seared your veins. He was so girthy that you weren’t sure if you’d be able to lace your fingers all the way around the base of the shaft and he wasn’t even hard yet! 

It was almost like some sort of Christmas miracle in July and you were the lucky kid who was about to have all her dreams come true once you took the plunge and allowed yourself to accept the gift for what it was. This turn of events, unexpected though it was, could only be a blessing. You hadn’t considered him a viable option before now, having never even toyed with the notion that he was packing something so impressive in those pinstripe pants of his, and you outright stared at his cock while you weighed the odds. Would it really be worth the trouble that seemed to follow this man everywhere he went?

“Like what you see?” Formaggio lauded as he stroked his growing erection with slow flicks of his wrist. “I don’t mean to brag but -”

“Yes, you do.” 

He paused, tilting his head to one side and giving you a funny look. Then he abruptly laughed, nodding his chin in the direction of your closed thighs. “Show me yours, troia. Let me see that pretty pussy of yours.”

“Stop calling me that.” You snarled, narrowing your eyes at him.

Formaggio shrugged like he didn’t really care one way or another as he picked up his earlier ministrations again. “It’s not an insult. How do you American’s say ...” The corner of his mouth hitched as he pinched the tip of his meaty foreskin and thoughtfully tugged at it. “Ah. I only call it as I see it, yes?”

“I think something is getting lost in translation here.” Grumbling, you rolled your eyes away from the display he was putting on so you could think for a moment. There was a choice to be made here and if the sticky slick coating your pussy was anything to go by, you already knew which option you were going to pick.

You just really wish it had been someone other than Formaggio.

“There’s nothing to be ashamed of,” He said, carefully watching your every move as you slowly placed the switchblade on the mattress. “An apple is an apple, gattina. I don’t hold it against you.” 

“Just be quiet.” You snapped even as you changed your position on the bed so you were facing him head-on. 

Hesitantly spreading your legs, you watched his expression for any shift that might indicate malice - or worse, revulsion. But to your surprise, Formaggio’s brows drew together as his mouth fell open in a slack-jawed ‘o’. The soft sigh of pleasure that puffed out of him was barely audible and you noticed that his breathing picked up at the same time that his hand did, effectively assuring you of his sincerity with this seemingly subconscious reaction. 

“Well,” You said as you slowly reached down to brush your fingers over the top of your mound. “I would’ve been perfectly happy doing this without an audience. Are you going to make it worth my time?”

He clicked his tongue at that. “Merda, you are an impatient little bitch.”

You started slightly as the English expletive rolled inelegantly off his tongue but you were far more surprised by the jolt of excitement that ripped through you in response. Pussy clenching around nothing, you slipped your hand down further and the pad of your finger passed over your sensitized clit. You trembled at the contact, breath hitching slightly. God, you were really going to go through with this.

“There you go,” Formaggio praised your actions with a devious smirk. “Nice and slow. Rub your sweet kitty for me, troia.” 

“You really need to stop talking.” You mumbled, intending to sound reproachful but only succeeding in effecting a rather sultry whisper. You would’ve been embarrassed by this had your excitement at what was happening not been overwhelming you at the moment, leaving you heady and rash. 

Taking a shuddering breath, you made a conscious decision to throw discretion aside and flicked your fingertip over the pulsating nub again. Your thighs trembled as a soft groan slipped out of your parted mouth and Formaggio returned it with a low noise of his own when your legs fell further apart. With your soaked cunt completely exposed now there was nothing left holding you back, digit circling your clit with the expert precision only you were capable of inflicting upon yourself. The flames of arousal roared back to life within you, only heightened in their intensity with his cool emerald gaze eagerly watching you and you keened softly into the air, unable to stop yourself. 

“Pretty sounds for a pretty girl,” He paused, tongue darting out to glance over his lip before he took a shuffling step towards the bed. His hand was still unhurriedly pumping his cock and you fought to keep your eyes from rolling into the back of your head when you saw his heavy ballsack sway with the motion. “You’re so wet I can see your pussy glinting from here. You must have been having a good time all alone.”

“Until I was interrupted ...” You shot back, though it lacked any real bite. It was clear your resolve had crumbled at the sight of his thick length and you were far too caught up in the heat of desire to back out despite the lingering reservations just at the edge of your mind. 

No doubt recognizing the subdued look of grudging acquiescence on your face, Formaggio laughed quietly at your predicament. “Make up your mind, bella. Do you want me to leave or do you want me to feed that hungry kitty of yours?”

You half choked on a strangled gasp. “God ... just fuck me already. Please.” Locking eyes with him in the most imploring pout you could muster, you rubbed your clit at an increasingly desperate pace. “Don’t make me finish myself, Formaggio ...” 

Humming thoughtfully, he came closer until his full height was looming over your prone, splayed out body. “How can I tell you ‘no’ when you ask so nicely? Hmm? I’m not so sure you want it bad enough though ... Spread your pussy for me and then I’ll decide.”

Pulse pounding, you didn’t waste a second bringing both hands down and hooking your fingers into the meat of your labia. Pulling the slick coated lips apart, as wide as you could before it started to hurt, you watched his expression with a jittery sort of anticipation. The fact you barely knew Formaggio just made this all the more risque than it otherwise might have been if he were a long-time lover and your heart hammered wildly within your chest with that knowledge. Truthfully he may as well have been a stranger for all the times you’d spoken to him since coming here but that just seemed to thrill you even more. Your cunt felt like it was on fire under the burning spotlight of his gaze and when he drew a tentative breath you braced yourself for his final verdict.

“Dio mio ...” He sighed, tense and halting. “You think you can take me, bella troia? You look like a vice ...” 

You groaned and rolled your neck back, trembling at the air lapping against your exposed core. “I know I can ... I’m a big girl, Formaggio. I can take it. Please! Just do it already!” 

Finally releasing his now straining cock, he brought his hand up to swipe his tongue over the digits. Then he leaned forward, bracing his other against the mattress so he could get right up in your face while he reached down to stroke your clit in a feather-light touch. You shook so hard at the barely-there contact that the frame of the bed rattled slightly but you didn’t dare tear your gaze away from him, mouth hanging open in a silent wail. It felt so good but it wasn’t enough ... you’d never be satisfied with this!

“Confident little slut,” Formaggio hissed from just a scant few inches away, his nose almost bumping yours. “What will you do if I break this needy cunt? Split it right in two? I don’t think any other man will want you if I leave it stretched and gaping.” 

You gulped so hard it almost made you gag as you struggled to keep your blurry vision focused on the ludic man above you. “I want it ...” You whined softly. 

“Do you?” 

Nodding erratically, you helplessly flexed your toes in a vain attempt to ground yourself by some margin. It was all for naught though when he reached down a pinch further and swirled your opening once to coat his already spit lathered fingers in your arousal before sliding a single digit inside you. Brows knitting, you went ramrod stiff and rocked back against the sheets. Formaggio didn’t stop until he was straight down to the knuckle though - god, the broad expanse of his knuckles felt amazing pressed tight into your cunt! - and a haggard groan rose up from deep within the pit of your stomach.

“You’re as tight as I thought ...” He grit out. “I’m gonna’ wreck you, you know that, right?” 

“I want it!” You repeated, sounding almost delirious this time. “Wreck my pussy, please! I’m begging! I’ll do anything ... ”

Formaggio sucked in a sharp breath and withdrew his finger until just the tip remained. When he pushed back in a second later, it was accompanied by another and you shook when he pressed them in as deep as they would go. He was stretching your contracting walls just a fraction of what his dick would but it was still enough to make your thighs quake. 

Panting heavily, you tried to blink the blinding starbursts of pleasure from your eyes. “Shit! Formaggio ...”

“You’ll do anything?” 

“Mhm!” 

His digits eased out of you again, this time sliding back home with three and you hissed at the burn. 

“You’ll be my cute little whore, gattina? You’ll let me take you however I want, whenever I want?” 

“Yes! I will!” 

Laughing against your face, Formaggio pulled his fingers out of you again and you whimpered when your needy pussy clung to him. “Then we have a deal. But I think you’ll need to help me out a bit if you don’t want this to hurt ...” 

Confusion cut through the haze of desire and you started to question him when he abruptly stood upright, depriving you of his body heat. You watched with bubbling excitement as he hastily shoved his pants down and kicked them off along with his shoes. Practically ripping his jacket off, Formaggio climbed up onto the bed and you started to breathe a sigh of relief, certain that he was as ready for the main event as you were. 

But to your surprise, he shuffled up the length of your body until he was perched over your chest, his balls dragging against your skin. You tensed in surprise but when you brought your hands up to push him off, Formaggio effortlessly snatched your wrists and shoved them back down. Scooting his way up a little further, he braced his knees on your forearms and effectively pinned them to the bed. You writhed underneath him, trying to buck him off as you demanded to know what he was doing. This was not what you’d agreed to, dammit! 

“You were so eager just a moment ago,” He laughed breathlessly as he tangled one hand in your hair and wrenched your head up off the mattress.

Your indignant shout caught in your throat and you groaned so deeply it made your eyes vibrate. Brows furrowing, you tried to pull away but it was no use. He held you firm right where you were as his other hand palmed his cock again, pumping it a few times to draw the foreskin down over the glans. Your pussy spasmed at the sight of the flushed pink head so close to your face, precum beading at the tip. You suddenly felt unquenchably thirsty and, licking your lips, you shot a frazzled look up the length of Formaggio’s body. 

“What? Don’t tell me you’ve never sucked dick before ...”

Smirking, Formaggio guided his cock towards your mouth and jutted his hips forward. You clamped your lips shut, turning your head as much as you could. Though not surprising, you still didn’t appreciate having the tables turned like this and he bumped into your cheek with a dull, meaty slap. 

He immediately clicked his tongue, dragging a sticky trail of fluid across your skin as he pulled his thick length back around towards your sealed lips. Using his hold on your hair, he jerked your face forward again and shoved himself against you, trying to force his way in.

“Open up, bella. You’ll thank me later.”

Glaring up at him, you uselessly flexed your hands but it was all a futile attempt. He had you so thoroughly immobilized under his weight that you could barely breathe with him on top of you. As the seconds ticked by, it quickly occurred to you that you were only stalling the inevitable though and you opened your mouth with a hoarse gasp. Formaggio immediately shoved himself past your teeth, cutting you off with a gurgling groan as your head swayed heavily in his grip.

“Good girl! Brava, now get this nice and wet for me ...” Tilting his head to one side, he appreciatively studied the way your lips strained and pulled around his girth. “Sei bellisima! You look so good with my cock in your mouth. I should have done this much sooner.”

Your halfhearted protests were muffled by his dick and you kept up the pretense of a struggle for a moment longer until the throbbing need between your legs became a bit too distracting to ignore. Submitting to him like this was hard but at last, you relaxed against the bed and Formaggio took the opportunity to enthusiastically thrust towards the back of your throat. You gagged slightly, squirming as you rubbed your thighs together in a desperate bid for friction. It was far from satisfying though and you whined around him as he took his time fucking into your mouth, balls slapping against your chin. 

“That’s it ... just relax.” Formaggio was practically babbling above you, his mischevious green eyes locked on your face. “I wonder how well your throat can take me ...” 

That was all the warning you got before he pressed in deep. The glans slipped past your tonsils easily enough, but with more of his length came your gag relfex. Eyes widening, you choked on him and tried to reel back. The unrelenting presence of the mattress against your shoulders didn’t allow for much wiggle room though and you had nowhere to go. Instinctive tears pricked your eyes as he withdrew just a fraction of an inch before making another attempt. You coughed, gagging even harder this time, and he pulled away with a click of his tongue as you lurched underneath him. 

“I hope your pussy doesn’t disappoint,” He murmured, stroking his cock for a brief moment while you caught your breath.

“Bastard ...” You hissed in a voice so raw and rasping that it barely sounded like yours anymore. 

Ever unperturbed, Formaggio flexed the hand in your hair and shoved his cock into your mouth again. You moaned around the intrusion, bracing for another attack on your throat, but surprise washed over you when he immediately pulled back out again. It was only when you caught a glimpse of the cobwebs of spittle stringing between his flushed cock and your swollen lips that you realized what he was doing.

“That’s enough!” You said, trying again to turn your head away. 

“Are you sure about that?” Formaggio snorted as he roughly pulled you back into place. Thrusting himself in as far as he could go, he waited until you started to whimper before withdrawing his cock once more along with a fresh wave of saliva. “If you wanted me to hurt you so bad, all you had to do was ask.”

Struggling to maintain your already labored breathing, you narrowed your eyes up at him with as much hate as you could muster. “I swear, if you don’t get on with it I’ll skin you alive! And my arms are falling asleep! Get off!” 

To emphasize that point, you strained your aching limbs against his legs and wiggled your fingers for good measure. Formaggio promptly shrugged and climbed off, much to your relief. It was short-lived though because, grabbing under your knees, he none too gently yanked you towards him before settling between your thighs. 

Your heart leaped up into your throat and, suddenly feeling nervous, you reached up to brace your hands on his biceps. “You don’t have to manhandle me like that ...” You murmured. 

“That’s just how I do things.” He told you distractedly, most of his focus on your cunt. 

Spitting into his hand, he reached down and mixed the saliva with your own arousal until you felt positively drenched. Squirming under his seemingly impartial attention, you craned your neck so you could watch what he was doing. Two wide fingers disappeared into the warmth of your body and you seethed, welcoming the sear of penetration as much as you resented it. You knew this was only a small taste of what was to come and, as if to remind yourself not to get comfortable just yet, you stole a quick look at the cock bobbing between his legs.

“Please ...” You whispered.

Grinning arrogantly, Formaggio seemed to deem you ready and he took hold of your thighs in big, tight handfuls. Spreading your legs as far as they would go, making you mewl at the strain to your muscles, he pushed up just enough to tilt your pelvis skyward. 

Then he was shuffling close, lining his hips up with yours. Jutting forward, his dick smacked into your labia and skirted wetly up towards your bellybutton. You twitched and gasped, digging your nails into his skin. Formaggio didn’t seem to mind though, merely tilting his head so he could look at what he was doing from a different angle before thrusting forward again.

This time he hit his mark and the glans caught at your entrance. Letting out a slow breath, he leaned fully into you and simply allowed his weight to do the rest of the work.

“Oh! God!” 

Wailing in stricken pleasure, you threw your head back as he sunk into you one torturous inch at a time. You’d known what to expect since the first moment you’d seen his impressive girth but somehow the sheer intensity of being stretched right to the breaking point still managed to catch you off guard. Practically bleating, you clung to him while his cock speared you straight down the middle. 

“Fanculo, così stretto ...!” Formaggio groaned above you, sweat beading along his brow in fat, glistening droplets.

Feeling hysterically overwhelmed, you bit down on your tongue to silence yourself as best you could. It only half muted your desperate noises though and, emphatically whimpering, you drug your unfocused eyes up towards his face. 

Formaggio looked good hovering over you like this, better than you would have ever imagined. He wasn’t a particularly large man, which just made the impressive size of his cock all the more surprising, but he was toned in all the right places with wiry muscle. Specifically, his forearms were of great delight to you and you limply rolled your head against the sheets so you could watch the tendons just below the skin strain and twitch as he slid those last few inches into your aching cunt.

“Dannazione!” He practically wheezed, his expression twisting up as an unhindered string of Italian erupted from his mouth in such a hurried rush that you couldn’t make sense of it. 

Pelvis flush with yours at long last, Formaggio stilled above you with a drawn-out exhale. You dazedly blinked back the tears clouding your eyes as you basked in the incredibly satisfying, borderline painful sensation of being so full. Pussy fluttering around him with the warning tremors of your impending release, you weakly rolled your hips against him and he hissed out a low groan in response.

“Bella ...” His voice rumbled through his body and into yours, a hint of warning in his deep tone. “You’re still underestimating me even now?” 

You chanced a tremulous smile, unable to help yourself. “I wouldn’t dream of it, signore.”

Formaggio’s mouth stretched into a cocky grin and, releasing his hold on your thighs, he reached for your ankles instead. You tensed, bracing yourself, but nothing could’ve prepared you for the sharp jolt of rapture that tore through you when he bent your legs up towards your chest and he suddenly felt even bigger with your walls clamping down around him. 

Throwing your head back, you cried out in ecstatic bliss for the whole house to hear. Your throat felt raw from all the shrill sounds of pleasured distress you’d been making as well his earlier attempt at deepthroating you, voice cracking and breaking like a teenage boy’s. You couldn’t seem to get ahold of yourself though and when he started to ease his cock out of you, your wails began to reach a fevered pitch.  

“God! It’s so big!” You exclaimed and your whole body shook from head to toe when the ridged head of his glans passed forcefully over that dense bundle of nerves within you. 

“And you are so tight ...” He grunted, beginning to sound a little breathless himself. “This kitty of yours is going to milk me dry, mi eccita così tanto! I could fuck you for the rest of my life like this, troia.”  

You groaned something unintelligible at him but whatever sentiment you’d been trying to convey became lost within a fresh wave of heaving, keening gasps as he pushed back in. The penetration was noticeably more smooth this time now that you’d been stretched out some but it still took a long moment before his hips bumped against your upturned ass again. He was just too thick, too wide for your slick passage, and you blindly reached up to claw at his wrists in your desperation. 

“Formaggio!” 

Grinding the sharp planes of his pelvis against your core, he issued a heavy chuckle that tickled your cheeks with his breath. “You said you were a big girl and could handle it, bella gattina. Were you lying to me?” 

“No ...” 

Snorting as if he didn’t quite believe that, Formaggio slowly pulled out until just the tip remained wedged inside of you before working his way back in. He fucked you at a slow, halting pace that seemed to drag out each thrust to the point of delirium but you were helpless to do anything except lie there and take it. Your thighs trembled uncontrollably with each prolonged stroke, the tremors quickly growing in their intensity as your nerves wound tighter and tighter. His hold on you was as good as iron though and no matter how hard you bucked or writhed against him, he kept your knees pressed tight to your chest. You were completely at his mercy like this and you’d never felt quite so doped out on high strung euphoria before, practically luxuriating in the pleasing weight of him on top of you.

“Please ... faster!” You panted, wrenching your eyes shut against the onslaught of sensations assaulting you all at once. 

“Still so impatient,” Formaggio mumbled as he leaned further over you.

His grip on your ankles tightened slightly and you started when you felt the wet swipe of his tongue drag across the arch of your foot. You reeled in shock, snapping your eyelids open to look at him in flustered bewilderment. There wasn’t a hint of shame on his face though and, drawing your immobile limb closer, he pressed a hard kiss to the spot just under your big toe. 

“You would have me rush when I haven’t even had the chance to properly enjoy you yet, tesoro? I’ve always heard American women are all teases, but ...” 

Another slow thrust straight down to the hilt left you urgently clinging to him, grasping for something to hold onto when your pussy throbbed in warning. 

“Fuh - Formaggiooo!” 

Smirking at the breathy, unsteady way you moaned his name, he drew his cock out of you at that same maddeningly slow pace. “Mi suoni così bene per me, bambina.”

Forcing his way inside of you again, Formaggio shifted closer and drug his tongue into the space between your toes. You went ramrod stiff underneath him, jerking so hard that the bed creaked in protest. The contrasting sensation of his hard cock slowly impaling your pussy and his soft mouth on your ticklish foot shattered you into a million pieces before you could fully grasp what was happening. You came with a strangled scream, wild spasms rocking the both of you with their intensity while you clutched at him for dear life. 

He groaned heavily above you, relishing the way your cunt squeezed him in sporadic pulses, and when he started to pull out once more your haggard bleating quickly took on a more dire tinge.

“Your kitty is so sensitive ...” Formaggio said almost conversationally, watching your face twist up as his glans passed over your g-spot again. “I’ll have to remember that for next time. You can do all the work then.” 

So lost within the heady daze of ecstasy, you didn’t immediately have a retort to throw back at him. You were perfectly content to ride out the high of doped out bliss in relative peace, all but soaring on cloud nine as endorphins pumped through your system. But he drew you back to reality when he curled his body over yours with the majority of his weight settling along your abdomen, threatening to suffocate you.

“Wha-at?” You croaked, flattening your palms against his sweaty chest as though to push him away if you only you hadn’t been so weak with orgasmic relief.

Formaggio turned his head and pressed his mouth against your ear, practically growling, “You didn’t think I was finished with you already, troia?”

You tensed, sore legs twitching in the air. A fresh flood of arousal tore through you so fast and so hard that you involuntarily groaned, vision blurring around the edges as your cunt clamped down on his cock with renewed fervor. 

He laughed, thick and heavy, and your hair shifted slightly with the puff of air from his mouth. Wedging his arms between you and the mattress, Formaggio held you so tight against himself it almost felt like he was trying to squeeze the life right out of you. Haplessly curling your fingers into the meat of his pecs, you wrapped your legs around his waist and braced for what was to come. 

Formaggio managed to surprise you though when, after withdrawing at that gratingly slow pace, he abruptly slammed back in with one quick thrust. Your mouth fell open as your body vibrated around him, shaking like a leaf from the force of his penetration, but no sound came out. It was almost like he’d punched the oxygen right out of your lungs and you couldn’t seem to get your bearings enough to find your voice. He didn’t allow you a chance to recover though and he immediately repeated the action at an almost breakneck speed. 

This time you let loose a wavering cry that petered off into a gutted, broken whimper. It was so drastically different from his earlier speed that you were finding it hard to adjust, your head spinning with the punishing force of his hips driving against you. Formaggio didn’t even seem to give it pause though, eagerly fucking into you now as if his life depended upon chasing his own release. The bedframe clattered and smacked against the wall, adding to the cacophony of noises its occupants were making. In a far off sort of way you realized that anyone else in the shared house could surely hear you now if they hadn’t before, but you were far too lost in the heady haze of being drilled into the mattress to care about that very much.

“Still so tight!” He grunted into your ear, his voice straining with the effort. “I’m right on the edge, bella ... so fucking close!”

“Not inside!” You very nearly sobbed against his neck. 

Snarling like something feral, Formaggio rutted into you a few more times before his hips started to waver and his thrusts became erratic. He kept slamming into you as if he had no intention of stopping though and, certain that he was going to fill you up with his spunk, you shoved your face into his trembling shoulder in a poor attempt at muffling your off-kilter screams.

“Merda!”

That choked curse was all the warning you got before he roughly jerked out of you, leaving your pussy throbbing and clenching at the loss. You had but a split second to realize that he’d taken heed, albeit at the last possible second, and then you felt hot, sticky cum splatter across your labia in thick ropes. Formaggio shuddered over top of you, his whole frame trembling as he rutted impotently into the open air between your sweaty bodies. A second wave of white hot semen quickly painted your cunt in heavy globs, then a third, and he went boneless on top of you with an exhausted groan. 

You stayed as you were for a long moment, just catching your breath and trying to come down from that unexpectedly passionate session, but you grew impatient soon enough. Between his damp skin sticking to yours and the overwhelming heat of your exertion, not to mention the cum oozing down your pussy in rapidly cooling rivulets, you were just too uncomfortable to stay still. It was time to put some distance between the brash assassin and yourself. 

“Move.” You said, gently at first, but when his only response was a satiated sigh, you gave him a sharp nudge. “You’re crushing me! Get off already!” 

Grumbling something unkind in his mother tongue, Formaggio over exaggeratedly rolled off you and onto his back. Cool, fresh air washed in to replace the stale smell of sex and you breathed a sigh of relief, reaching up to brush back some of the hair from your face with a shaking hand. That had been intense and far more satisfying than you ever would’ve given him credit for had you not experienced it firsthand, but now you felt uncertainty taking hold of your gut. How were you supposed to competently work with this buffoon after sleeping with him? 

As if sensing the shift in your mood, Formaggio threw his arm out across your chest and reached up to cup your cheek. You allowed him to turn your face towards him, though not without a pointed look of indifference, and he offered you a lazy smile when he saw the defiance there.

“You need to learn how to relax, bella. You should be happy. Such a grumpy expression doesn’t fit a pretty girl who just got her brains fucked out.” 

“Is that really what you think?” You said drolly, refusing to give anything away at this tentative stage.

Nodding, Formaggio pretended to misinterpret your jab at his bedroom prowess. “I do. You’ll get wrinkles frowning like that.”

“Oh, shut up!” You smacked his arm away, exacerbated with his overly confident and cocky attitude.

Quickly sitting up, you made a move to get up off the bed but he snagged your wrist and pulled you back down with a groan from the mattress. You whipped your head around, already taking a breath to berate him for being so presumptuous, but the mischevious glint in his cool green eyes gave you pause. 

“Why don’t we take this to the shower and help each other clean up?” Formaggio said with a suggestive wiggle of his dark brows. 

Somehow you were not at all surprised when, upon throwing open your door to unceremoniously dump his clothes in the hall and kick him out, you found Melone standing there with a knowing smile stretched across his face. It seemed your employment with La Squadra was off to a great start.