From the Baroness’s Diary III

Chapter 36

Chapter Thirty-Six

I gaze upon Chloé’s naked body, my d**k already hardening painfully under my slacks. She’s wearing nothing but pale-pink panties.

I can only stare, speechless with hunger, my mind filled with the thousand things I want to do to her. But I don’t know…surely there are rules to this, rules I’m not sure about. I need my brothers to lead the way.

Salvatore finds the words first. “Leave the panties on, Cara, and lay back on the bed. It’s time.”

The look on Salvatore’s face is one I’ve never seen before. It’s intense, and reserved for his love: Chloé, and Chloé alone.

She crosses the open double doors to the bedroom, giving us a brief look over her shoulder before she lies back on the bed, her shiny chestnut hair a beautiful contrast with the white soft cotton sheets.

I follow, hypnotized by her perfect curves and delectable body.

There’s already a small circle of wetness on the fabric of her panties, between her legs. So wet. So willing.

It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

She’s ready to offer herself to all the pleasure we are about to give her. And take from her.

“Perfect…so f*****g perfect,” I hear myself whisper, my eyes wander from the wet spot between her legs over her round hips, tiny waist, to her full breasts.

I lick my lips. This is what I’ve been starving for, all this time. If I don’t have her soon, I will burst.

But my brothers…

I look over at them, waiting for some signal to proceed.

Enzo is already naked and Salvatore is finishing disrobing. They are hungry for this.

I hesitate and then I take my shirt off but that’s enough for now.

Finally, Salvatore is the one who puts me out of my misery. Eyes never breaking with Chloé’s, he says, “What do you think, Fratellino?”

“Bella. Bellissima.” My breath is a rasp as I finish, “I want her. I want her now.”

He smiles. “Then you shall have her. Go ahead. Touch her.”

I shift my gaze to him for a moment. “Touch her…where?”

“What would you like to touch?”

“Her breasts,” I say instantly. I simply can’t look at them enough. They’re begging to be touched, squeezed, sucked. Oh, Dio mio, I don’t know. I don’t want to botch things up by doing the wrong thing, or, God forbid, coming prematurely. Because I am a breath away from spilling in my pants.

She nods at me and stretches out her hand. “Don’t be afraid.”

So I step forward, sitting on the edge of the bed.

She takes my hand and puts it gently on her breast, molding it around it. And oh, f**k. She’s so soft, her skin hot and trembling as I stroke my fingers around it, cupping it, feeling its weight.

My c**k twinges with need when her n****e hardens like a pearl under my touch.

She lets a loud moan tumble out of her lips, uncaring that my brothers are watching us, hearing us, touching themselves, jacking off to our lovemaking. For a fleeting moment, I stop my caresses but then she is on her knees on the bed and coming in my direction.

I stand up again, unsure of what to do, and she picks up my hand and closes my fingers around her breast, her own fingers over mine.

“You feel how you make my n*****s harden?” she purrs. “This is what you do to me.”

I hear her words but I am unable to move.

Coming behind me, Salvatore goes for my belt, sliding it free and pulling it off, then he unbuttons my jeans, and slowly pulls them down my hips.

“He needs a good blow job, Cara.”

Before I can even fully register what the hell is happening, Salvatore pushes my underwear down. Grazie a Dio!

My c**k jumps free eagerly and Chloé’s delicate hands wrap around it.

I freeze again, this time in astonishment, and swallow hard as she gets out of the bed and drops onto her knees in front of me.

No, cazzo, that seems wrong. That is wrong. She should never be on her knees.

Well, most of myself freezes. My c**k, on the other hand, is plenty active, twitching as Chloé’s palm caresses it and growing and hardening as she smoothly jacks me up and down.

She slides one of her fingers across the wetness at the tip and brings it to her lips and tastes it. “I like the way you taste.”

Guided by unconscious cravings, my hands grab her hair as she gazes hungrily at what I’m offering her.

Her delicate fingers are barely able to close around my monstrous c**k and it’s not even fully engorged. I feel their warmness against my skin, all the way to my toes.

She strokes me all the same, her eyes—and mine—locked on mio cazzo as her dainty hand goes back and forth at a low teasing rhythm.

Enzo grabs her wrist, making her stop stroking me, and pushes her head back. “Open. Tongue out.”

A shiver goes up my spine as I realize this is happening. I kick off my shoes and Salvatore pushes my pants and underwear all the way down and shoves them to the corner.

And then I feel myself starting to go soft.

No. No, no, no. I am ruining this. Me and my screwed-up brain.

Pulling back for an instant, I stroke myself as hard as I can, noticing Chloé’s eyes widening as she takes in the huge, hard, fully engorged member right in front of her.

Yes, I am even larger and longer than my brothers, who are already above average.

When I approach her again, she obediently follows Enzo’s order, opening her sweet mouth wide and putting her tongue out.

For once, real life is better than any late-night fantasy.

Cazzo, yes, I like this—maybe a little too much. I close my eyes, half-expecting her to pull back from my monster as I force my way between her lips, but she doesn’t.

Her tongue comes out to slurp at the head of my c**k.

I lean forward so that she can start sucking me deeper, my shaft rolling over her lips easily. And I thrust deeper, bumping on the back of her throat, and she moans in pleasure.

“She loves having a massive c**k between her lips,” says Salvatore.

Enzo adds, “Look at her. Bobbing up and down on his d**k like that. What a greedy, dirty girl.”

Sì, they are speaking the whole truth because she is…Dio! Sucking on it. Bobbing her head back and forth. Twirling her tongue. Cupping my balls. Caressing them. Rolling them over her fingers. Softly squeezing them.

Madonna mia. I am going to come.

No, no, no.

I want this to last.

I run my fingers through her hair, fist it in my hands, and stop her head for a minute as I breath in through my mouth great gulps of air.

Somehow, I manage to resist and not blow off prematurely. I want to enjoy the sweet warm cavern of her mouth. I want to enjoy it, her, just a little bit more.

When I loosen the grip on her hair, she starts bobbing her head back and forth, fast, taking me even deeper, her hands on my asscheeks, caressing me.

My lungs strain for air, my heart is drumming in my chest. It feels like I’m trying to outrun a damn horse.

I’m distracted, thrusting in her mouth, trying to match her rhythm, when Chloé’s hand glides over my ass and her slick, thin finger presses into me from behind.

“Fermare,” I order, the word hurling out of my lips like a knife. I love to be fingerfucked in the ass. I try again because I want this to last, so I repeat in English and French, “Stop. Arrêt! I am going to come.”

Then suddenly I can’t breathe.

There’s a voice ringing in my head, booming. It’s the voice of father Roberto: It is the will of God.

But Salvatore and Enzo are there behind me.

“You’re so beautiful taking care of Angelo, Tesoro,” Enzo says from behind me, dissolving whatever damages Father Roberto’s voice could do to this beautiful moment I am enjoying. “Look at this. Trying to f*****g deep throat him.”

When she presses another lubricated finger, sends the two of them deeper inside me, I shudder and gasp. When she rotates and hooks them, I shout, “Dio mio!”

“Now I think you’re just teasing him. Are you a c**k tease, Principessa?” There’s Enzo’s voice again talking and keeping me in the moment. And then Salvatore’s, “Do you like the idea of making him c*m in your mouth, Cara? Wouldn’t you rather he c*m all over those beautiful t**s of yours?”

I imagine my c*m spurting deep inside her and it’s enough to set me off. I tap Chloé on her shoulder. “Farfallina, I’m gonna—if you don’t want to—”

But she just swallows me deeper down her throat with more suction than ever.

My whole body lightens up and I feel like a f*****g god.

A loud, broken shout leaves my mouth as I begin to come. “Cazzo!”

And before I know it, my c**k starts to spasm and my hands are back in her hair, pulling it, as I thrust deep and come, gushing inside of her mouth. There’s so much it spills out, dripping down her chin and onto her breasts.

It simply goes beyond anything I have ever imagined.

It’s delicious, it’s a mess, it’s real. It’s happening.

“Oui, come all over me,” she whispers.

Dazzled with pleasure, I stumble back. But she follows, grabs my c**k, jerking me off, pointing it toward her lovely full breasts, allowing my semen to coat them.

My c**k is spasming out of control—I am out of control—and I go up to my toes, breathing hard, moaning, grunting, cursing loudly, going on for what seems like forever.

And even when I come back down to earth, I’m still riding high. Because Chloé is here, lapping at my c**k like she can’t bear to miss a single drop of my c*m.

We lock eyes and using a hand, she takes my fluids from over her chest and licks her fingers.

I pull her off the floor and I sit her onto the bed by my side. “Grazie.”

“Mio piacere,” she answers me in my language and kisses me.

A sweet kiss.

Of love, perhaps?

My throat constricts and for a moment, I think I am going to cry, but then she smiles at me and opens her arms, taking me to lay down on the bed at her side.

I want to hear her screaming as I just did. And I know I will. Not only screaming in pleasure but also my name. Perhaps not today, but soon.

She is kissing me softly and humming under her breath, almost moaning, but still not quite, as my brothers begin to caress her.

This is lust at its most basic and our bodies are doing all the love talking we still haven’t been able to voice.

And right now that is enough for me.