The humid evening air clung to Sofia’s skin as she adjusted the thin straps of her emerald-green dress, the fabric clinging to her curves like a second skin. She had chosen this place deliberately—L’Ultimo Bacio, a dimly lit cocktail bar in the heart of the city where the music thrummed just loud enough to drown out her racing thoughts. Tonight wasn’t just about another shift at the lingerie boutique; tonight was about him. Marco. The man who had been lingering in her mind for weeks, the one who had sent her that message last night: “Meet me at L’Ultimo Bacio. 8 PM. Wear something that makes you hard to ignore.” And God, she wanted to be hard to ignore.
She spotted him the second she walked in, leaning against the bar with a glass of whiskey in hand, his dark eyes already locked onto hers. Marco was everything she fantasized about—tall, broad-shouldered, with that sharp jawline that made her stomach flip. His black shirt stretched over his chest, the sleeves rolled up to reveal forearms dusted with dark hair. When he smiled, it was slow, deliberate, like he knew exactly what he was doing to her.
“Took you long enough,” he murmured as she slid onto the stool beside him, his voice a low rumble that vibrated straight between her thighs.
Sofia arched a brow, playing it cool even though her pulse was hammering. “Had to make sure you were worth the wait.”
His fingers brushed against hers as he handed her the glass he’d already ordered—a dirty martini, her favorite. “Oh, bella,” he purred, leaning in so his breath tickled her ear, “you have no idea how worth it you are.”
The air between them crackled with electricity, thick with unspoken promises. Sofia took a slow sip of her drink, watching the way his gaze darkened as it dropped to her lips. She licked them deliberately, savoring the way his jaw tightened in response.
“So,” she said, swirling the olive in her glass before popping it into her mouth, “what’s the plan, signore?”
Marco’s fingers trailed up her arm, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. “First, we finish these drinks. Then, we go back to my place. And then…” His hand cupped her cheek, his thumb grazing her lower lip. “Then I’m going to show you exactly how hard you made me.”
Sofia’s breath hitched. She could feel the heat pooling between her legs, wet and aching. But she wasn’t about to make this easy on him. Not yet.
“Maybe,” she countered, tilting her head so his thumb slid into her mouth just enough to taste him. She sucked lightly, watching his pupils dilate. “Maybe I want to make you wait a little longer.”
Marco growled, low and primal, and before she could react, his hand fisted in her hair, pulling her into a kiss that was all teeth and tongue and raw hunger. Sofia moaned into his mouth, her nails digging into his thigh as his free hand slid down to grip her hip, pulling her flush against him. She could feel the thick ridge of his cock pressing against her stomach, and God, she wanted it inside her.
But not yet.
She broke the kiss with a gasp, her lips swollen and wet. “Still think you can handle me?” she taunted, biting her lower lip.
Marco’s grin was wicked. “Oh, bella,” he rumbled, “I don’t just handle you. I wreck you.”
The elevator ride to his penthouse was a blur of stolen touches and heated glances. Marco had his back against the wall, one arm braced above her head as he nuzzled her neck, his teeth grazing her pulse point just hard enough to make her whimper. Sofia’s hands were tangled in his hair, her hips rolling against his thigh in slow, torturous circles.
“Fuck, Sofia,” he groaned against her skin, his hand sliding under her dress to grip her ass, squeezing hard enough to bruise. “You’re gonna kill me.”
She laughed breathlessly. “Only if you’re lucky.”
The doors slid open with a ding, and Marco didn’t hesitate—he scooped her up, her legs wrapping around his waist as he strode down the hall, his mouth never leaving hers. Sofia’s back hit the mattress the second they crossed the threshold, Marco looming over her like a goddamn fantasy.
“Last chance to run,” he murmured, his fingers trailing down her body, teasing the hem of her dress before sliding it up to expose her lace panties. “Because once I start, I’m not stopping.”
Sofia arched into his touch, her nipples hard as diamonds beneath her dress. “Then don’t.”
Marco’s eyes darkened to near-black as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties and yanked them down her thighs. Sofia gasped, her hips lifting involuntarily as the cool air hit her soaked pussy. Before she could protest, Marco’s mouth was on her, his tongue dragging up her slit in one long, wet stroke that made her cry out.
“Marco—fuck—”
He hummed against her, the vibration sending jolts of pleasure straight to her clit. His fingers spread her lips apart, his tongue flicking over her clit with slow, deliberate strokes, each one drawing a whimper from her throat. Sofia’s hands flew to his hair, her nails scraping against his scalp as she ground against his face, her hips bucking in time with his tongue.
“Such a greedy little cunt,” he growled, pulling back just enough to blow a cool breath over her wet flesh. “You taste like sin, bella.”
Sofia whimpered, her thighs trembling as his fingers replaced his tongue, two thick digits sliding into her with a squelch that made her moan. He curled them inside her, hitting that perfect spot as his mouth latched onto her clit, sucking hard enough to make her vision whiten.
“C-Cristo, sì—sì—” she chanted, her back arching off the bed as her orgasm coiled tight in her belly. Marco didn’t let up—he fucked her with his fingers, his mouth never leaving her clit, his free hand gripping her hip to hold her down as she writhed beneath him.
“Come for me, bella,” he demanded, his voice rough with lust. “Let me feel that sweet cunt choke my fingers.”
The command was her undoing. Sofia’s back arched violently as her orgasm crashed over her, her pussy clenching around his fingers, her thighs trembling as she screamed his name. Marco groaned against her, lapping up every drop of her release before finally pulling back with a satisfied smirk.
Fuck, he was hungry for her.
Sofia was still panting, her chest heaving, when Marco stood and stripped off his shirt, revealing a chest dusted with dark hair that tapered down to a V leading into his slacks. She licked her lips at the sight of the thick bulge straining against the fabric.
“Your turn,” she purred, sitting up to reach for his belt.
Marco caught her wrist, his eyes burning with dark promise. “Oh no, bella. Tonight, you service me.”
Before she could protest, he shoved his slacks and boxers down, freeing his cock—thick, veiny, and already dripping with pre-cum. Sofia’s mouth watered. She’d never seen anything so perfect in her life.
Marco fisted his cock, stroking it slowly as he watched her. “On your knees.”
Sofia didn’t hesitate. She slid off the bed, her knees hitting the carpet as she reached for him, her fingers wrapping around his shaft. He was hot, his skin like velvet over steel, and he pulsed in her grip.
“Fuck,” he groaned as she leaned in, her tongue darting out to catch the bead of pre-cum at his tip. She moaned at the taste—salty, musky, him. Marco’s fingers tangled in her hair, guiding her as she took him into her mouth, her lips stretching around his girth.
“Just like that,” he grunted, his hips rolling forward just enough to push himself deeper. Sofia hollowed her cheeks, sucking hard as she bobbed her head, her free hand cupping his balls and rolling them gently.
“Fuck, Sofia—” Marco’s voice was rough, strained. “If you keep that up, I’m gonna cum down that pretty throat of yours.”
She hollowed her cheeks even more, hollowing her throat to take him deeper, her gag reflex be damned. Marco’s hips stuttered, his cock twitching against her tongue.
“Enough,” he growled suddenly, pulling her off him with a wet pop. Before she could protest, he lifted her onto the bed, shoving her dress up to her waist before positioning himself between her thighs.
Sofia gasped as she felt the broad head of his cock nudge against her entrance. “Marco—”
“Condom,” he gritted out, his voice barely human. “Fuck.”
Sofia reached for the nightstand, her fingers fumbling with the drawer as Marco kissed his way up her body, his teeth grazing her nipple through the fabric of her dress. She whimpered, her pussy clenching emptily as she finally managed to roll the condom onto him.
Marco didn’t waste another second. He lined himself up and thrust into her in one brutal stroke, filling her so completely Sofia screamed.
“Dio cane—too tight—” Marco groaned, his hips stilling as he buried himself to the hilt. Sofia’s nails dug into his back, her legs wrapping around his waist as she adjusted to his size.
“Move,” she begged, her voice breathy. “Please, move.”
Marco didn’t need to be told twice.
He pulled back almost all the way before slamming back into her, his balls slapping against her ass with every thrust. Sofia cried out, her tits bouncing with each powerful drive of his hips. He set a punishing pace, his cock pistoning in and out of her with wet, obscene sounds that filled the room.
“Fuck—yes—harder—” Sofia chanted, her nails raking down his back as her own orgasm began to build again.
Marco growled, his grip on her hips bruising. “You like that, bella? You like my cock fucking that tight little cunt?”
“Y-Yes—fuck—please—” she babbled, her back arching as pleasure coiled tighter in her belly.
Marco slammed into her one last time, his cock hitting that perfect spot inside her as Sofia’s orgasm ripped through her. She screamed his name, her pussy clenching around him so tightly Marco roared as his own release overtook him. He buried himself deep, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself into the condom, his hips stuttering as he rode out the aftershocks.
Sofia was a trembling, sweaty mess beneath him, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. Marco pressed a kiss to her collarbone, his lips lingering as he finally pulled out of her, leaving her feeling deliciously empty.
“Still think you can handle me?” she teased weakly.
Marco chuckled darkly, nuzzling her neck. “Oh, bella,” he murmured against her skin, “we’re just getting started.”
The second round was slower. Savoring. Marco laid her out on the bed, his hands worshipping every inch of her skin as he explored her body with his mouth and fingers. He sucked her nipples into hard peaks, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh just enough to make her whimper. Sofia tangled her fingers in his hair, her back arching off the bed as his hand slid between her thighs, two fingers sliding into her dripping pussy while his thumb circled her clit.
“Marco—too much—” she gasped, her hips bucking against his touch.
“Never,” he growled, his voice muffled against her breast as he sucked the nipple into his mouth. “You’re mine, Sofia. And I want you addicted to me.”
His fingers curled inside her, hitting that perfect spot as his thumb worked her clit in tight, relentless circles. Sofia’s vision whited out as pleasure crashed over her, her back arching off the bed as she came with a broken cry.
Before she could recover, Marco was positioning himself between her thighs again, his cock already hard and dripping with pre-cum. Sofia’s legs wrapped around his waist, her heels digging into his ass as he lined himself up and thrust into her in one smooth stroke.
“Fuck—fuck—” Marco groaned, his forehead pressed to hers as he bottomed out inside her. Sofia moaned, her nails scraping down his back as he began to move, his hips rolling in slow, deep thrusts that had her seeing stars.
“Look at me,” he demanded, his voice rough. Sofia forced her eyes open, locking gazes with him as he fucked her with slow, deliberate strokes, each one hitting that sweet spot inside her.
“You feel so good,” she whispered, her voice breathy.
Marco’s response was a guttural groan as he picked up the pace, his cock pistoning in and out of her with wet, obscene sounds. Sofia’s tits bounced with each thrust, her nipples hard and sensitive as they dragged against his chest.
“Harder,” she begged, her nails raking down his back. “Please, fuck me harder.”
Marco didn’t need to be told twice. He flipped them, pulling out of her just long enough to lay her on her stomach before pulling her hips up into the air. Sofia gasped as he slammed back into her from behind, his cock hitting her so deep she saw stars.
“Sì—sì—Dio—” she chanted, her fingers clawing at the sheets as Marco fucked her like a man possessed. His balls slapped against her clit with every thrust, the sensation sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core.
“Such a greedy little whore,” he growled, his hands gripping her hips so hard she knew there’d be bruises tomorrow. “Taking my cock so well.”
Sofia moaned, her back arching as another orgasm built inside her. “Marco—I’m gonna come—”
“Then come,” he demanded, his voice rough. “Come all over my cock, bella. Let me feel that tight little cunt milk me dry.”
His words sent her over the edge. Sofia screamed as her orgasm crashed over her, her pussy clenching around his cock so tightly Marco roared as he buried himself deep, his own release spilling inside the condom as he fucked her through her climax.
When he finally pulled out, Sofia collapsed onto the bed, her body trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure. Marco collapsed beside her, pulling her into his arms as he pressed a kiss to her temple.
“Still think you can handle me?” he murmured against her skin.
Sofia let out a breathy laugh, her fingers tracing idle patterns on his chest. “Oh, signore,” she purred, “I haven’t even begun to try.”
Marco’s chuckle was dark, promising. “Good. Because I’m not letting you go anytime soon.”
And Sofia knew—this was only the beginning.
