Caught In The Crossfires - Spinoff

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Chapter 42

Lola


Cristiano's large hand left my chin, and he wrapped his fingers around the front of my throat. I took my lip between my teeth and whimpered when I was lifted onto my knees before he used his other hand to bring the glass of red wine to my mouth. "Drink." I did as I was told and was blessed with more praise that made the familiar warmth that I loved bloom in my chest. "Good, girl."

He set the glass back onto the table, and I watched silently as he used his two fingers to pluck a piece of medium rare steak from his plate. My mouth watered, and I wet my lips in anticipation. "You never answered me," he pulled me closer by the throat, and my back and shoulders straightened, making me nearly eye level with his seated self. "Are you hungry?"

For you? Yes. Food. That's what I was supposed to be thinking about. But fuck me. I really enjoyed this side of him—a lot.

"Yes, Sir," I purred, leaning further into his touch, and his fingers curled into my skin. "I'm ravenous."

He took the still-dripping piece of meat that was in his fingers and reached forward, slowly running it along the seam of my lips.

So I parted them for him, narrowly tasting the steak as he barely teased me with it. It was pure torture. "I bet you are," he laughed, and I really liked that sound as well. Heat pulsed between my legs, and I whined, needing more. "Next time, it'll serve you better to remember." Then he shoved it into my mouth, not too hard to choke me or anything, but enough to get his point across.

Without a second thought, I unhurriedly wrapped my lips around Cristiano's delectable offering, and he groaned, watching me intensely. So. Fucking. Good. I hummed and swirled my tongue in a circular motion, tasting the flavor of him mixed with the juicy, savory, buttery meat.

"Look at you being so good for me," he cooed.

When I released him from my mouth, his wet fingers crawled down my chin—then my neck. They unhurriedly traced the outline of the front of my throat as I swallowed. Fuck. I whimpered as he unleashed another sexy as fuck groan. If I were wearing panties right now, they'd be so fucking soaked. This was so damn erotic that I forgot that we were in a room with other people. Frankly, I didn't care.

But I guess lucky to whoever's behind me because they'll have the perfect view of my dripping pussy once I'm back on all fours.

Cristiano gave me another sip of the delicious wine from his glass before feeding me more food. The juices began drifting down my chin, and Cristiano sucked on his teeth, tsking at me, and I furrowed my brows at him. "Such a messy girl." He used his thumb to wipe it up, and before he could pull it completely away, I quickly sucked him back into my mouth.

"I'm so sorry, Sir," I mumbled around his thumb before hollowing my cheeks, sucking on it like I would his fat cock. He grunted under his breath when my teeth scraped his hot flesh. "Please forgive me."

Cristiano pressed himself further into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat over and over until I gagged around him. "You're sorry, huh? Play with that pretty pussy and show me how apologetic you can be, won't you, Lorella?" Tears sprung to my eyes, and I nodded as my hand moved between my legs and reached my aching core. I sucked even harder, shoving two fingers through my slick folds, and my body shook with pleasure.

"Good girl," he forcefully yanked his thumb from my mouth, feeding me some more of our dinner. "And no cumming until I say."

Oddly I wasn't in the mood to protest. No one had ever fed me like this before, let alone off their own plates. Sure Brody and I had been off and on since high school. But his idea of sharing food was stealing my fries. And, well, Nate was married, so that was a definite no-go. We never even went out on one date—which all made sense when I learned about the wife.

Cristiano was different, though, right? He has to be. I thought back on all the times he'd taken care of me, and I immediately became hungry for something else. Knowing him, he wouldn't stop feeding me until all the food was gone. So I let it be.

The pattern continued, with him alternating bites back and forth between us as my slick fingers moved in and out of me until I felt nearly full, and I was about to come. And he knew it too. I clenched around myself, my knees becoming more and more unsteady beneath me. I went to pull them out to give myself some sort of relief since I hadn't gotten permission for the latter. I, however, was quickly reminded that I wasn't in charge.

"Those fingers don't leave that creamy little cunt until you've eaten every bit of food off of this plate." Was he crazy? I was two seconds from exploding, and he wanted me to hold off. There was no way.

"Please, Cristiano..." I breathed shakily. My slick hole tightened around my fingers, and I felt myself about to tip over. "Sir..."

"You better not."

I cried out as my thighs began to tremble uncontrollably, and it became harder to remain upright. Thankfully his hand around my throat held me in place. I shut my eyes as they rolled to the back of my head.

"Do. Not. Cum." Cristiano demanded with a stern hiss.

"You don't have permission."

I nodded in agreement, fully intending to disobey him as the sloshing sound of my drooling pussy echoed throughout the room around us. I thrusted my fingers in and out of myself even faster, and my walls tightened even further as the muscles in my abdomen pulled tautly. My eyes shot open when he pressed something against my closed mouth.

"One more bite. Now open for me," he said, feeding me the last piece of food from his plate. Swallowing it down, I was thankful the meal was finally over. I didn't know how much longer I could last. "Good girl."

With a shuddered breath, I pulled away from my slack pulsating pussy. I needed to come so badly. Cristiano reached forward, taking the small of my wrist into his large hand, holding it up between us. His eyes flared with heat as he studied the glistening juices on my long, narrowed fingers. "Now clean them."

I should've felt ashamed. But the feeling never came. Without hesitation, I stuck them into my mouth, wrapping my lips around and I sucked them clean. I moan while tasting myself, my thigh pressing together to dull the ache.

"Tell me," Cristiano rasped, clearly as turned on as I was. "How do you taste, Lorella?"

Slowly pulling my fingers from my mouth, I was about to tell him—still in a foggy daze, when some rude asshole cut me off. "Well, that was entertaining," Alessandro mumbled to himself, or so he thought, cutting through wavering desire. His voice was aimed in my direction, and I could care less. I was too high on the wave Cristiano had me riding.

Clearing his throat, he spoke a few more inaudible words under his breath, making me curious to know what he said. "And now for dessert, gentleman. It's only fair to let them indulge too."

This time Cristiano brought a tall glass of ice water to my mouth so I could wash down the steak and potatoes he'd just fed me. I took a few huge gulps before pulling back to give him a grateful look. I would have thanked him, but he hadn't permitted me to. Instead, he peered over my shoulder to the men behind me with a glint of lust swirling his sea-green gaze.

"Gentleman, shall we?"

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