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“Tesoro?”
“Hm?” you hum in reply, taken out of your thoughts by his prompting. You shook your head slightly, shaking off the thought in your mind as you turned your attention towards him. You were leaning against the sink in his adjoining bathroom, washing your hands for the past 7 minutes.
“I asked you if you heard my question.” He stood with a smile, your eyes drawn away from your view of the sink, snagging on his waist and the bronze grucifix emblazoned on his vest. You watched the way his hips moved as he sauntered towards you in a slow, confident stride.
“Oh,” you mumbled, looking up at him with a slight blush, your mind conjuring up all the ways you can imagine his hips moving, the way his thighs would bounce when he– “what was your question?”
“I said,” he enunciated slowly, a grin spread across his face that was visible under his paint, his fingers gripping your chin so you couldn’t turn away from his gaze, “you’re going to be my good boy, aren’t you?”
Your face flushed bright red, your lips parting on a sharp inhale as he smiled down at you, his eyes glowing warmly with admiration. You backed away, his grip on your chin never leaving as he stepped back to meet your steps, eventually cornering you on the sink. “Wha–”
You couldn’t even finish your sentence before he was smiling wider, a chuckle vibrating from deep in his chest that made warmth course throughout your entire body. He shook his head, still grinning. “Don’t think I didn’t notice, amore. I can see it on your face,” he cooed, making you flush an even darker red, his thumb caressing your bottom lip, “so desperate for it, aren’t you? You’re practically drooling already.”
You nodded, whining pathetically. You could feel how hot your face was, small whimpers spilling from your throat with each breath you took. You tried to lean forward and take his thumb in your mouth but he moved his thumb and squeezed your jaw uncomfortably. You whined again, earning you another squeeze and a quirk of his brow.
He clicked his tongue at you, shaking his head in mock disapproval, “you know better, little mouse. If you want something, you have to ask.” You whined, starting to shake your head before he tilted your face back towards him. “Just ask, piccolo. You want to be my good boy, right?” he asked softly, leaning down so his face was only a few inches from yours.
You nodded, pupils blown with lust and the need to have him. You wanted to run your tongue and teeth all over his body, leaving marks everywhere for him to look at in the mirror the next day. You needed this, your desperation fighting your flustered brain fog.
“See? I know my pretty boy wants to be good for me, and good boys use their words when they want something from their Papa,” Papa asserted, nuzzling his nose against yours.
You swallowed, your throat feeling dry. Papa merely leaned back, watching your face expectantly as you found the courage to look him in the eyes and hold the contact. “Can I…” you trailed off, biting on your bottom lip to quell your small spell of embarrassment before continuing, “Can I suck your dick, Papa?” You looked at him with big puppy dog eyes when you asked, a patheticness in your words that made his dick stir in his pants.
Copia bit down on his lower lip, resisting the urge to groan at your needy request. He gave you a jerky nod, scooting back so you could drop to your knees on the tile floor, your hands flying to his fly as you scrambled to kneel before him. One of his hands gripped your hair, his other hand helping you pull his pants and underwear down enough to free his cock.
He really did groan when your hand wrapped around it, giving him two experimental pumps and drawing another groan from deep inside his chest. Copia could feel all the blood in his body rushing straight to his groin, his dick already beginning to throb as you stroked him one more time, your eyes focused on the movement of your hand and the twitching of his cock.
Satanas, you were gone.
“Come on then, amore,” he urged with a light tug to your hair, the tip of his cock rubbing against your cheek, “suck Papa’s dick like a good boy.”
He didn’t need to tell you twice, your lips sealing over his cock before he could finish his sentence. Your tongue darted out, licking at the head, sucking at it with a reverent moan of appreciation and his accompanying one. “Yes,” Papa grunted above you, the gravel in his tone making you whimper and shove yourself further down on his dick.
You choked slightly as he began to get close to the back of your throat, the spasming of your throat muscles squeezing Copia’s cock just right. One of your hands snaked up to cup his balls, his dick twitching as you did so. You whimpered again, shuffling around on your knees as you grew hornier yourself. You could feel tears already pricking at your eyes from the constant intrusion into your throat, his cock slipping out of your mouth with an obscene ‘pop.’
Copia pulled back enough so he could pull you up on your knees, his lips crashing into yours. You gave a surprised yelp, quickly melting into the kiss and moaning when his teeth sunk into your lower lip; he gave you a low growl in reply. He straightened just as quickly, nudging you towards his cock. You took him in your mouth immediately, your fingers massaging his balls and giving him a squeeze.
“Just like that, tesoro. Fuck. Yes, just like that. That’s my good boy,” Papa praised, making you squirm from your position on your knees. You continued squirming around until you managed to straddle his thigh as best as the positioning of your bodies allowed, the added pressure at the apex of your thighs allowing you some relief.
You bobbed up and down on his cock, your tongue swirling around the head before you dove back down and swallowed him up. “You look so pretty like this, choking on my cock like a dumb, cock-hungry slut. Lucifer, you f-feel so good around my cock. I love your slutty mouth, tesoro. Good boy,” he rambled, his words coming out clipped as he began rolling his hips, pushing you down even further on his dick. You did choke this time, struggling to take in air as he held you down, his hips bucking a few more times before he released you, letting you suck in air.
You were bright red and covered in spit, his precum and your saliva still painted all over your lips. Tears rolled down your face, your eyes puffy and red with tears, your lips sharing the swollen look from continued abuse. Copia grumbled a few miscellaneous curse words in both English and Italian, his hand gripping his cock as he stroked himself.
“I’m going to cum in your mouth, piccolo, and you’re going to swallow every last drop like a good boy,” Papa dictated, breathing hard, precum leaking from the tip of his dick.
You nodded, voice cracking as you spoke, “please, Papa. Please let me have your cum. Please? Please, I want to be a good boy for you Papa.”
“Shhh…” Papa ordered, bringing a finger to his lips with a lopsided smile, his fingers carding through your hair as you whimpered under him, “desperate little thing tonight, aren’t we amore mio? That’s alright. You’ll get Papa’s cum, caro. I want you to suck my cock and make me cum while you grind against my leg like the dumb slut you are. Go on. Suck my dick, sweet boy. Oh, fuck yes.”
You sucked him hard, growing more urgent as you began grinding against his leg, the seam of your pants rubbing in all the right ways. You hummed in pleasure around him, sending waves of pleasure crashing over him, his moans growing higher in pitch as he neared climax.
You didn’t stop, his cock plunging in and out of your throat over and over again, your hips never stopping as you bucked into him, giving the occasional whine of frustration. Your fingers were now digging into his thighs–and his ass when you could get away with it–your new anchoring point allowing him to fuck your throat rougher than before.
“F-Fuck,” Copia grunted, pulling out so he could grip his cock and jack himself off, “open your mouth. Tongue out, caro. Yes, yes. Oh fuck yes,” Papa muttered over and over, finally blowing his load in your mouth and along your face, his body trembling with the force of his climax.
Copia was left exhaling hard, his chest heaving as he looked down at the sight of you, covered in his cum and whining as you continued following his order to hump his leg. His spent cock gave a curious twitch, your moans and whines as you chased your own orgasm serving as a drug to his system. Papa pushed down further on your groin, adding the pressure and increasing the friction, your moans growing louder and louder as you neared your own peak.
Papa smiled from above you, his eyes blazing with passion as he watched and encouraged you. “Good boy. Good boy, keep humping my leg like a pathetic little whore. Make yourself cum, tesoro. Papa wants to watch you cum in your pants with his cum all over that pretty face. Make your Papa proud and cum.”
The hard edge to his voice as he demanded you to cum worked as intended, your body seizing up as you came hard, your nails digging into his jean-clad leg. You shivered in delight as you accidentally pressed back down on his leg, your oversensitive dick dragging against the seam of your own pants. Your weight sagged against him, your breathing now matching his hard pants, your heart threatening to burst in your chest it was beating so fast.
Papa’s thumb ran through the cum streaking your face, your lips parting automatically, your tongue licking at the leather of his gloves as you cleaned them of his cum. You moaned at the salty taste, your throat working on a swallow despite how dry it felt.
Papa leaned down again, kissing you hard. You were breathless again when he pulled away, your eyes locked on him. He smiled. “Good boy. Let’s clean you up, little mouse. Papa is ready to cuddle his good boy.”
You flushed again but nodded, moving so he could use the sink and clean you up.