“I want to feel you cum on my tongue before you fuck me. I want you to ride me like the slut I’m paying you to be, and when you cum, I want you to scream my name for me.”
“Yes… Yes, sir,” I groan out.
He buries his face back against my needy clit. He sucks it back into his mouth, rolling it between his tongue and his teeth while rubbing his fingers over my G-spot. I gasp, bucking against him as the feeling intensifies. The thrusting of his fingers becomes more erratic in anticipation as he pushes his face harder against me. I start to clench, and the tingling sensation takes over. The unexplainable need to urinate makes my eyes fly open. Valentino grins as he closes his eyes and buries his face into me, sucking on my clit and lapping at me. I gasp out and squirt all over him. He groans as I continue pulsing. Sucking down harder, he nips and sucks at me. My orgasm kicks in, and I cum hard, seeing stars, and I do indeed scream out his name, bucking under him. He slides his hand to hold me down while I thrash as I cum and squirt right into his mouth.
He laps at me, drinking me in as I spurt all over his face. His eyes widen with excitement as he rubs his face aggressively against my pussy, sucking and drinking me down like I’m a bottle of D’Amalfi Limoncello supreme.
“You taste divine!” he rumbles.
I sag against the bed. He removes his boxer shorts. He slides up my body, and his face hovers over mine. A slight quirk bites at the side of his mouth as he looks down at me. Reaching my lips, he squeezes the side of my face till my mouth opens. He spits into my mouth. I wasn’t expecting that. He chuckles again.
Smiling at me, he says, “Ride me, now.”
I nod and slide to the side so he can take my position on the bed. I kneel up on shaky legs and slide over his thick thighs. His cock is large, exceptionally large, thick, the veins protruding as he grips the base.
“Hop on.” He winks.
I rest my hands on his chest as I slide myself slowly onto his cock. I close my eyes as I gently push down. He’s so big that it’s uncomfortable as he bottoms out. I take a breath and adjust myself as he strokes his hands over my hips.
“That’s it, take it, take it all, you’re so tight, so soft, so fucking wet.” He digs his fingers into my hips. “Show me what you got. I want you to ride me till I see stars. I want you to fuck my massive dick till you can’t take anymore, then I’m gonna flip you over and take your ass. You’re not leaving this room till you can’t walk. Now, fuck me through the bed!”
I gasp as I start to rock, slowly accustoming myself to his size before I pick up my pace. I dig my nails into his chest, and he digs his thick fingers into my hips as he starts to slide me back and forth over him. I follow his lead as I grind myself down onto him, I tilt and flick my hips, and he groans. He grips me tighter as I rotate my pelvis, lifting slightly and dropping back to take him all in. His thighs bunch under me, and I clench around him as a growl pulls from his lips, still dripping with my cum, among other things. His face glistens at me. I slide one hand from his chest up and around his throat, pressing on his jugular to make him lightheaded, and the other into my hair, releasing my bun so my long curls flow down my back and over my chest.
He grunts out, “Fucking beautiful, you’re taking my dick so well, it’s almost like you were made for me.” He groans, and his eyes flutter as I squeeze a little harder. His eyes roll as I cut off circulation. It will leave him lightheaded, bordering on euphoric, before he realises what’s happening, but it will already be too late. As hestutters a breath before he passes out, I cum, and I cum hard.
I scream as I ride him through my aftershock. I slam the clips from my hair into his carotid artery on either side of his neck. As my orgasm subsides with the last few flicks of my hips, I groan as he bleeds out and pulses under me. His eyes fly open, and a look of confusion takes over his face. He tries to grab for his neck, his body instinctively trying to save itself. Alas, it’s already too late. I grab his wrists and push them down as I ride through my orgasm. He’s already weak from lack of oxygen and delirious from blood loss. I expected more of a fight, though. I finally sag as I’m left with a wicked smile on my face. His eyes are wide as he gasps his last breaths.
“You, Valentino, were amazing. I don’t think I’ve orgasmed that hard in a long while. I’m sorry it had to end this way.”
I slide off him as I take a second to fully catch my breath. I reach up and check for a pulse, and he’s gone, eyes wide, vacant, staring at nothing, all alone in a hotel room. It’s sad, really. There’s nothing left of Valentino; he’s reduced to being just a hot corpse, which makes me smirk.
I pad naked across the room and head for the shower. I sigh as the hot water beats down on me. I relax for a few minutes, just letting the water hammer down my back before leaning out of the shower. I pick up and sniff all the hotel soaps and shampoos before finding the ones I like, and I scrub myself clean of all the cum and blood, twice. I exit the bedroom and retrieve my bag and coat. Stepping back into the room, I wipe down the door handle, relocking the door. I gather everything I waswearing or have touched, removing my wig and throwing it all into the bag. I remove my black leggings and black long-sleeve top. I slide on my gloves, wrap my hair, and tuck it, pulling the balaclava over my head.
I walk out onto the balcony, locking the door from the inside before I click it shut. I wrap the line around the railing, clip it to itself, and slide into the harness. I launch over the railing, sailing down to the ground outside, slowing myself before stepping gently onto the pavement. I light the line, and it goes up in flames. The clip comes clattering down beside me. I pick it up and slide the door back on the van parked at the side of the hotel, stepping in and sliding the door closed behind me as it drives away.
Xav
Chapter II
She’s silent as we pull onto the base. “You good?”
She doesn’t even look at me, just nods, and I sigh. We go through the checkpoints and head towards Father’s office. I knock on the door, and his voice crawls through. “Come in.”
I turn and look at Vic. Her face is impassive as always, but there’s a slight tick in her jaw as she clenches her teeth at hearing his voice. Most would miss it, but we are the only ones who truly know the other.
I push into the room. It’s all dark wood and floor-to-ceiling bookshelves with old first editions. It has the smell of old, musty books and leather; the room looks ominous, seedy, almost like one of those men’s clubs. There’s a lingering of cigar smoke and whisky from the night before if you inhale hard enough, as Father often ‘works’ late.
“Father,” we both say, and Father stands, gesturing to the chair’s opposite.
I sit down and pull my laptop out. He hands me a drive. I copy the files and hand the drive back. I turn to look at Vic, and she’s sitting in the chair, a blank stare on her face and her hands resting on her knees. He slides it into his computer and nods. I start giving him the rundown on the mission as he leans forward and steeples his fingers, listening intently. Once I’ve relayed all the information, he nods and turns to face Vic.
“Anything to add?”
She shakes her head, and I can see the disappointment flash in his eyes, which quickly turns to anger.
“Use your words, Ten!” he barks, and I see her jaw tick again.
“No, sir.”
