Mafia's Art [COMPLETED]

31: Italy

"I have something to tell you." Charlene says and the room goes silent.

"I'm leaving.." ... "Tomorrow, I'm going to Italy."

There's the bomb. In her defense, she forgot... Again.

"I'll go with you. That's final." Santino says and grips her thigh under the table, quite harsh. At this point everyone seating at the table knew not to interfere. Not really their business.

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Coming out the shower, Charlene walks into a dark room. The lights turned off, again- the source of light being the moon coming through glass openings. She can make out a silhouette of Santino sitting at the end of the bed. His elbows resting on his knees, his hands interlaced and his head down with eyes closed.

She stands still at the open space in the center of the room, right across from him in silence.

"Vieni qui." [Come here.] He whispers lowly and she slowly takes steps toward him. When she's close enough, he grabs her by the waist and pulls her close to him. Now resting his head on her stomach.

"Your going to Italy?... Tomorrow."

"I-"

"I'm over the stunt you pulled earlier today, but Italy? Why didn't you tell me?"

"I honestly forgot Santi, I'm sorry. You can come with me, I don't even know Italy that well anyways."

"You were never going alone principessa." His hands travel from her hips, to her lower back and slowly travelling to her ass. He gulps. (No underwear.) It was easy to feel her body under her short black satin cami nightdress. He squeezed a hand full of her ass, causing the dress to go up and a portion of her butt exposed underneath.

His left hand reached further underneath her naked butt, approaching the opening of her vagina. She gasps and moans, one of her hands now brushing through his silky hair. His finger brushes her opening, teasing her.

"You're wet. Davvero cazzo bagnato." [Really fucking wet.]

His hands come back to her hips and he lifts the hem of her dress up. His hot breath now hitting the surface of her glorious shaved punani. (Just for him.) He licks it very slow, and she moans.

"Santino, please just fuck me." She whispers.

"No..."

Staggered and embarrassed, she just stands there. She can't help but feel sexually frustrated. (How dare he!)
"What?"

"Not so easy... You make me a tiny bit angry sometimes my love. You are so stubborn, and you think I would fuck you. Just like that princess..."

"No I-"

"Kneel and suck... Go ahead."

Charlene's POV

At that, goosebumps run down my spine. I'm already wet enough, why can't he just give me. And that tone, gosh that tone makes my blood run cold. I slowly back away and start kneeling in between his legs.

I can already see the huge bulge clawing to come out of his dress pants. I start taking off his belt, pulling his pants down along with his underwear. There it is, sprinting out as soon as I pull away the restraining fabric and almost hitting my face in the process. I can't help but lick my lips.

"You better hurry up, it's about to be a long and painful night princess."

That said, I bring the tip to my mouth, licking off the precum. He moans, causing me to be even more wet. Wanting to get this over with so he can fuck me already, I put it all in my mouth and it reaches the back of my throat. I emidiately start moving my head, rapidly increasing my speed.