Vincenzo × Cha Young (Smut)

Punishment 2

"I plan to continue Cha Young. You're not leaving this room until I've made you cum with my tongue and cock."

All Cha Young could do was shudder in anticipation.

Then, he smashed his lips against hers, their ravishingly red lips devouring each other. Their mouths opened and closed as their lips played a teasing game, attempting to capture the other competitor's lips.

His tongue plunged into her sultry and sticky cavern, investigating every crevice frantically. Her tongue sliding wet against his.

Vincenzo pressed her harder into the wall, his body drawn to her heat, like a magnet. Desperate to get closer. Desperate to feel.

Her beautiful body was kneading blissfully into his. Their hips rolled and the supple swells of her breasts collided into his firm chest with every mouthful of oxygen she consumed as their lips parted minimally to allow a sliver of air between their lips. They quickly continued their passionate kiss, as their lips adhered to each other's yet again.

Soft mewls and strong growls of desire floated around the room.

Her hands weaved amongst his hair. The blond strands slipping between her fingers like sand. She tugged sharply on the soft hair at the nape of his neck and Vincenzo emitted a low growl at the action. He thrusted his hips into hers, their hips flushed and their crotches grinding roughly had her knees trembling, her legs the consistency of jam.

Suddenly his right hand abandoned it's intimate embrace on her hip and slunk stealthily down her tender thigh. His fingertips tingled as his hands made contact with the silken skin. He gripped her luscious leg before hooking her knee around his hip, allowing his hardened bulge to grind firmly into her heated core.

Ohh!" She emitted a feminine cry, one that had Vincenzo's masculinity twitching unbearably behind the confines of his slacks. Tipping her head, she panted, utterly breathless by his intimate actions.

"I want you naked baby." Vincenzo demanded huskily against her ear, his left hand tugging sharply on her dress. "I haven't seen you're delicious body for so fucking long. I dream about you, naked, every night. Stroking my cock to the thought of you, wishing it was your hand, mouth, pussy on me." She whimpered as her cunt shuddered, begging for more of his touch.

His husky hazel orbs morphed into ebony black as his irises absorbed the desire that swirled in his dark pupils.

"You liked that, did you baby? You like the thought of me stroking my own cock?" He growled at her, smirking sinuously as she nodded frantically. "Does it turn you on baby? Does the thought of me stroking my big cock make your pussy wet?" His voice rumbled like thunder, rippling through the sultry air that clung to their bodies. He grabbed each of her wrists in his right hand and pinned them to the door above her head, encasing his body around hers, trapping her in his private prison.

She was surrounding his senses, she was the scent that lingered in his nostrils, the very air that his lungs absorbed, the tantalising taste on his torrid tongue, her succulent skin tingled his fingertips, her lilting voice echoing in his ear drums as she mewled and moaned against him.

"Yes! Oh God yes! You make me so fucking wet." She cried, her libido controlling her as she submitted to her sexual desires.

His lips crashed into hers again, their bodies kneading together tantalisingly, the supple swells of her breasts rubbing, grinding and pressing into his taut torso.

"Vincenzo." She moaned against his lips, the biting heat of his mouth and tongue clouding her mind to nothing but a swirling haze.

"You see what you do to me Sweetie? What you do to my cock?" He growled, his hips bucking into hers.