Chapter 21
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With the weekend over, Monday was here. Isabella made her way to Cara's office. She walked straight in to see Cara with piles of files.
“Good morning.” She smiled at Cara.
Cara briefly looked up.
“There is nothing good about this morning.” Cara thought about last night and how wasted they had been when they got on the plane ride back.
“Cara, Cara dearest...”
Isabella's phone rang and she answered.
“Hello il mio piccolo.” His deep voice made her ache for him.
“Santo.” She said breathlessly as she sat down.
“Come to my office.” He beckoned to her.
“Why?” She asked.
“I want to ravish you, every inch of you.”
Isabella giggled and Cara raised her eyebrows.
“Well...” She bit the side of her lower lip.
“You're biting that lip aren't you? Mmmm, how fast can you get here?”
“Soon, bye. You'll send me that report?” She asked Cara.
Cara got off her chair and went to Isabella. She put her hand on Isabella's chest.
“You slut, you slept with him didn't you.”
Cara laughed.
“Yes and you're in the way of my quickie.” Isabella moved aside and left Cara's office to go to Santo. She just opened his office door when he attacked her with his savage kisses. Santo just managed to lock the door as he picked her up and dragged her to his desk.
“I want to f**k you il mio piccolo.”
He let her stand and turned her over. He unbuckled his pants and let it down. Taking her dress he rode it up and pulled off her underwear.
“How do you want me sir?” She requested, breathlessly.
“Cazzo! Hands on the desk and bend over.”
Isabella did as she was told, she didn’t have time to settle as he placed himself inside of her and heard her moan. He eased into her slow, torturously slow then speed up and repeat the process until she banged her fist against the desk in frustration.
“Just f**k me damn you.” Isabella demanded.
Santo chuckled, “You f*****g want this d**k tesoro?”
“Give me your d**k please.”
“Please what Isabella!?”
“Please sir.”
Santo pulled out of her and sat in his chair.
“On your f*****g knees Isabella.”
His tone so commanding, Isabella instantly obeyed him. He grabbed her chin and brought her face closer to his d**k.
“Suck it.” Santo demanded.
Isabella took his d**k and began to suck on it.
“f**k my baby is obeying her master, so good baby girl.”
Isabella hummed in the praise he was giving her. Santo grabbed a fist full of her hair and began bobbing her head up and down his d**k, not giving her a breather even when she started choking. Isabella tried breathing through her nose to help her.
“That’s it baby girl, suck my f*****g cock.”
Isabella continued to suck his c**k, not minding how saliva came out of her mouth from satisfying Santo.
“Don’t you f*****g look good on your knees baby girl. Ahhh f*****g let me touch the back of your throat. Yessssss fuuuuucccckkkk!”
Santo pulled out of her before he could come. He grabbed her by her neck and bent her over his desk. Santo held her hips and gave her what she needed.
She felt this urgent need to have him consume her completely. Hunger exploded inside of him for her, he needed her now. As he gripped one of her breasts, her heart raced extremely fast.
“You drive me crazy tesoro.”
“You like f*****g my p***y don’t you Santo.”
“Yes my f*****g s****l goddess.”
Isabella bent over further on the desk.
“Show me master, f**k my cunt.”
Hearing her words, Santo’s thrusts became more vigorous. He held her hips firmly as he f****d her cunt like she requested. He used one hand to choke her neck while the other fiddled and pinched her aching n*****s.
“You wanna f*****g play Isabella? I’ll f**k your cunt good.”
“Ooooh yes master, fucccckkk! Aaaah! Aaaah yes ooooh.”
When she went wild like that it spurred Santo on. Everything was quick, rushed, no time for sweet words. Surging forward he thrusted into her, filling her with all of him. She began to tremble underneath him, he felt her clench his c**k and it spurred him on, he drove into her with even more ferocity until they both released hoarse cries. They flopped on the desk, breathless. After a few minutes Isabella spoke.
“You are insane Moretti.”
He turned her around to kiss her, his cupped the nape of her neck violently.
“You’re a filthy, mouthy il mio sporco piccolo.”
“Who it seems you wanna f**k again.”
Santo picked her up and brought her to the couch where she sat on his lap.
Her cell phone rang, he dropped his head on her shoulder, biting her neck.
“Dare answer it.”
“I uhm…”
“So eager for my f*****g dick.”
Being so filthy and dirty with Santo made Isabella so wet.
“f**k my cunt master.”
He grinned as he began kissing his way down her strapped dress. He pulled down the straps so he could hold her breasts. Taking one into his mouth, she arched her back when he began sucking on her n****e.
“I’ll f**k my baby girl’s cunt.”
“Ooooh.”
“Assert yourself tesoro.”
“Ooh my ahh...”
Santo covered his mouth with hers. He drove into her again. Isabella thought it was pure pleasure. She had to hold onto his shoulders for support, rocking against him. He gripped her hips, burying himself deep inside of her. She rocked harder until she let out a cry which Santo covered her scream with his mouth. He felt her shudder as she came, Santo gripped her hips with his hands and came inside her after a few more thrusts.
“Round 3?” Santo teased.
“You’re insatiable.” Isabella said but laughed.
“Bella you'll be the death of me.”
She laughed again.
“Well then you would die a happy man.”
There was a knock on the door.
“Santo I swear you open this door now or else.”
Santo got up, got their clothes and they got dressed, trying to look decent. Isabella laughed as they did it and he covered her mouth with his lips. She pushed him away. Isabella tied her hair up, put a pencil in her mouth and sat by his desk. Santo looked back at her and smiled.
“You look good enough to eat caro.”
“Oh yeah?” Raising a brow at him.
They heard banging on the door.
“Santo Lucio Moretti! Open this door right now.”
Santo groaned opened the door and in stomped his mother.
“Mama, we're working. Why are you banging on the door?” He smiled at her.
“Why do you lock it?”
“So no-one will disturb us.”
Maria looked to see Isabella by Santo’s desk.
“Get out please.”
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