(part 2 of Dirty Dreams) 

Warning: Mentions of SMUT 

requested by @Swiss--

"Papas turn!" he growled. 

      His growls were effortlessly demanding, like that of a beast, hungry for its long-awaited prey. Suddenly you needed him, you craved him, and you needed him inside you. You supposed that was what happened when you danced with the devil. His lips on your neck, trailing kisses along the jugular and to your collarbone. His body completely over your own. You could feel the movement of his body slowly grinding against your sex, the bulge concealed behind the fabric of his pants. You spread your legs wider, allowing more room for him to devour you slowly, to have more of you. 

   He stopped to stare at you, drinking in your features that were such perfection to him. The way your black button-down shirt and black jeans wrapped around every curve. His mismatched eyes grew ever lustful. 

         "You are perfection mi dolche ghuleh." 

       Without warning he snaked an arm underneath you, brought you up to face him. Suddenly sitting in his lap with your legs around his torso, making out in an upright position. He buried his face in your neck, kissing along the neckline again, and to your shoulder. Then to your chest and stomach then back up again to your neck, screaming when he found your sweet spot. His white gloved hands carefully unbuttoning your shirt before doing the same to his, slipping each other's shirts over your heads, throwing them aside to the floor beneath the bed. 

   He laid you back down, his bare-muscled chest hovering over you. You almost couldn't believe he was real; he was so beautiful! Unlike any sculpture he'd ever seen. His lips trailing down your chest and to your stomach, then back up again, wrapping his lips around your nipple. Sucking until it hardened. Then giving your other nipple attention. The feeling of his lips on your body ever so heavenly! 

       "Ohhh papa." chains of moans escaping your lips, such music to his ears. Your hands roaming his back, nails digging into his flesh, and running your hands through his soft black hair. He moved to your thighs, removing his white gloves so he could feel you even more. His lips sucking on the most sensitive parts of your thighs, licking the stripe up your core. Over and over, he teased you. You grew impatient, begging him to take you. Your body ached for it. 

       "Papa... please!" you moaned. 

       "Please what mi sorella?," his voice almost at a growl. "Tell me." 

       "fuck me!" 

He crawled back on top of you, "Are you sure?" 

    "Please Terzo...my papa." 

His eyes became animalistic, he loved it when you said that. He undid his pants and threw them aside, ready to take you from the inside. You quickly slipped yours off, throwing them aside with anticipation.  He waited patiently until you said you were ready. He slowly pushed himself in, your hips meeting every thrust. He started slow, then picked up speed when you said so. 

   His thrusts grew faster, you and him were doing it really good. With a sense of rhythm and a tempo. Chains of moans escaping from each other's lips with every contact. His body coming together with yours until you both came as one. Gathering the last energy you had, you brought his lips to yours in a sloppy kiss. He moaned into your mouth and wrapped both arms around you.  

   Tiredness took over, and you both fell asleep in each other's arms.