"Luca," she pleads, and my name on her lips makes me want to come all over again.
"Did you want me to use your mouth again? To fuck you until you were crying and gagging?"
"Yes," she confesses, and my control frays.
"Fuck," I curse, and drive a second finger inside her.
She makes a strangled sound, and the muscles of her thighs tremble.
"Is that what you want, Bella? You want me to take you over and over until your mouth is raw and sore and your belly is full of cum?" I whisper in her ear.
"Yes, please, Luca," she says, her voice breaking, and her head falls forward, her forehead pressing against the mirror.
"I'll fuck you again and again," I promise her, my fingers plunging and stroking. "As many times as I please. As many ways as I please."
I can feel her getting closer.
"Look at me," I order, and her gaze locks with mine in the mirror.
"This pussy is mine, Elena," I say, and press the heel of my hand against her clit.
She moans, her eyes glazing over, and I keep the pressure there and curl my fingers inside her.
"Say it," I command.
"It's yours," she gasps.
"Whose pussy is this, Elena?"
"Yours."
"Good." I bite the shell of her ear.
I curl my fingers, and her pussy clamps down around them, her eyes going wide, her mouth open, a silent cry.
She leans forward against the counter, shifting her hips, her muscles rippling and flexing, and her head drops forward.
I thrust my fingers slowly in and out of her soaking pussy.
"I'm going to have you in every room," I murmur, and her body shudders.
"I'm going to fuck you until you forget who you are."
"Luca," she chokes, and her hands go to her breasts, cupping them, her eyes half-closed.
"That's right," I whisper. "Touch yourself, ragazza. Pinch your nipples."
She does, and a soft whimper escapes her.
"Again."
She obeys, and her body shudders.
"Again, harder."
She does, and she lets out a soft moan.
"Harder, Elena."
