Carlotta Angela Vasiliev is a 17 year old girl living with her adoptive Russian mafia family of 4 brothers and father. Ever since she was a child, she's had no sense of belonging, abused by the Swedish mafia in her youth, her Russian saviours are th...
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I wasn't entirely confident in myself when I asked Gigi to fuck me.
Not because I don't want to fuck him, tust me I do, he's just so big.
Don't get me wrong Emiliano wasn't small either, but Gigi takes big to another level.
Going down on him was hard enough already, I could only fit half of him fully into my mouth. That was until he shoved the rest in...
Fuck, is it bad that I love that he just used me for his own pleasure?
Gods, I'm sick
But my confidence rises slightly as I watch his reaction, his eyes turnly impossibly darker and his grip on waist tightening significantly.
"Car," He groans, closing his eyes momentarily, "don't ask for things you're not sure about." He scolds, but his voice is full of hunger, his eyes predatory on mine.
"I'm sure." I breathe out, "Please Gigi, I need it." I beg, not fucking caring how I sounded, I needed this so badly.
Gigi groans again, "I won't go easy on you baby." He warns, looking at me pointedly.
"I wouldn't expect anything less." I reply, trailing my hand down his torso teasingly.
He leans over to his bedside table and pulls out a condom. I furrow my eyebrows at him and shake my head.
"It's ok I'm on the pill and clean." I assure him, and he just looks at me.
"I'm clean as well," He assures, but doesn't put the condom down, "It's your choice baby, I don't mind if you're more comfortable with one."
I shake my head again, but my heart swells at his worry, "No, bambino, I want to feel you fully." I say, leaning over and pushing his hand away.
(baby)
He looks at me heatedly and drops the condom.
And with that, he shoves me onto my back and hovers over me, trapping me entirely against the bed covers.
His mouth doesn't hesitate in meeting mine, forcing me to open up to him as he takes what he wants, not even leaving room for me to control a thing.
His hands trail down to my soaked underwear, teasing me from outside the fabric.
"So wet for me, hm?" He murmurs against my lips, stroking my slit from my underwear, "Did sucking my cock get you all worked up?" He asks, a slight degrading tone in his voice.
I only moan in response, kissing him again as his hands slip under the line of my panties and trace them until he gets to my hips.
He grabs the material and literally rips them off my body.
Rips them.
I gasp against his mouth and he pulls back from me slightly, smirking. "I'll buy you more, but they'll just keep getting ripped." He husks and kisses me down my neck.
