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Primo brows furrow as he concentrated on his book. He'd never admit it, but he enjoyed cheesy, terribly written romance novels. It was common for him to take care of you then himself before he picked up his nightly reading. Only tonight would be different. He couldn't focus on the pages, he'd lose track as you made your noises of pleasure.
Primo huffs as he glances over from his book to see you touching yourself. You're panting like a dog and arching your back as your hands bury in your pajamas.
"You're insatiable." He grumbles and slides his glasses off his nose to set on his nightstand. With how many orgasms he'd given you tonight he figured you'd be knocked out cold. Apparently he was wrong and his dick twitched in agreement. Primo rubs his eyes to try to rid the exhaustion he felt before making a move to assess your situation.
"This chapter was just getting good y'know?" He sighs deeply "Christian just invited Anastasia to dinner and-" Primo looks you up and down with disapproval as you continue to masturbate. "The ghouls have better control than you do, dear."
He swats at your hands urging you to allow him to replace your own. As soon as his boney finger slides through your slick folds you're able to hear the mess the two of you have created. "You're dripping all over my fingers." He lifts his hand. The light making the combination of his cum and your slick sparkle. You sigh breathlessly at the sight and gnaw your bottom lip as he slides the combined juices down your stomach back to his destination. You murmur something incoherent, canting your hips slightly upwards as your climax kept building. Primo continues a bit louder. "I had to stop such a lovely read perché qualcuno è una stronza in calore." He hisses. "Right when she's about to sign this damned contract!" You try your best to reply and mutter. "Mhmm, so.. so sorry."
Your body jolts, a small whimper escaping the lips you're so harshly biting on. Primo's brows furrow and his fingers pinch your clit hard enough to get your attention. "Do I need to stop?"
"Please, Papa, don't stop." Your voice pleads and begs with neediness. "You make me feel so good. Tell-tell me about your book." Not like you really cared.
Primo raises an eyebrow, as a smirk curls along the corners of his mouth.
"Again."
He slides the pad of his finger across your clit with deliberate feather-like touches. There's a hint of amusement buried under the cold expression that he'd always carried. Damned bastard wanted to make you squirm and beg for more. This game was one of his favorites. Your head falls back against his shoulder, eyes nearly crossing at his touch as you teter along the edge of your climax. "Don't stop," You plead loud enough for him to hear. "I promise to listen.. more please."
Primo's expression softened. "That is all I ask. Now, where was I? Ah, yes, Anastasia..." His words enter one ear and through the other. His mindless ramblings and theories about the next chapter a million miles away as his hand moves with expertise. In the midst of it all his other hand trails along your chest to grope your tit before resting over your mouth. Light tip taps of his finger pads await entrance to your mouth. Your lips part and his digits press down against your tongue wanting you to silence yourself. "Hush now, I'm getting to the best part.."
The moans you make vibrate around his fingers as they prod your inner cheeks. He grunts at the feeling of your tongue wrapping around the digits. He loses track of thought about his book and sighs against your temple. "If I could get it up right now, I'd have you on your knees sucking me dry." He presses his fingers against the back of your throat in retaliation to make you gag.
Primo's strokes become purposeful. Each bit of movement and push sends you closer to the edge. Your muscles clench in anticipation. You're wound up so tightly you feel like you could snap at any moment. In an instant pleasure hits you like a freight train. Your eyes clench shut as your feet press into the mattress below you as you arch yourself. He doesn’t stop, even as you're nearly sobbing at the sensation. Aftershocks wrack your body as you struggle to catch your breath. He chuckles and his lips curl into a smirk. "Satisfied?"
He wipes your saliva across your cheek and lightly pats like you're a pet. Primo's boney finger kept rubbing at your clit in small motions as you twitched. "Your refractory periods are gifts from Satan himself." He murmurs, voice laced with amusement. Your head falls back against his chest, rising and falling with his breaths. Primo's legs close in around you to still your movements.
"Oh fuck-" you gasp, your voice trembling as your cunt clenches desperately around nothing.
"It's all you want, isn't it? To be filled and defiled by your Papa." Primo's voice dropped to a seductive growl. The sound vibrating it's way to your aching core. His finger circled around your entrance, catching slick with each pass.
"So eager, so.. greedy," He coos, his tone dripped with condescension. "You know better than to rush me, don't you? Nod."
Your head quickly moves up and down to appease him. "Yes. I know better." You lick your lips hungrily as your eyes track his fingers dancing along your core.
"Haven't I given you enough for the evening? You're filled with my seed and still crave more. I've spoiled you." He sighs and continues to circle your clit as he speaks to himself mostly. You feel Primo's lips pepper kisses along your jawline and press against your ear before he whispers.
"But Who am I to leave one of His gifts empty?"
As soon as the words drip from his lips and into your ears, your mouth falls open with a sultry moan. His two fingers skillfully found all of your most sensitive places simultaneously. Your hole greedily taking him as he pumped into you. The heat between your legs grows tenfold, and you can feel yourself seeping with need.
"That's it. Let Papa take over." With that being said, he hooks his free hand under your trembling thigh to spread you open. Primo's grip tightens, to open you even further, to ensure that there's no escape from the pleasure he's giving you.
"I can feel you squeezing around my fingers. Give in to your pleasure." His words send another jolt of pleasure straight to your core, and you can't help the broken moan that escapes your lips.
His fingers dive deeper, curving just right, pressing into that spot that has you seeing dark spots in your vision. Your hands reach around to pull him from behind, nails digging into the back of his head, it only spurs him on, a low groan rumbling from his chest as he watches you fall apart.
Primo says something, but you're too far gone to care. Your only response is a desperate whine, as his fingers work you with expertise, his thumb circling your clit in figure eights. The world grows fuzzy to all except the feeling of his sinful hands. He's pushing you closer and closer to another mind-shattering release that'll wrack your bones. His touch never lets up even as you sob his name.The orgasm comes quickly, forced from the depths of Hell. Fire eats at your body and numbs your nerves as you finally snap. Your mouth falls open in a silent cry as you shatter in his hold. Primo's fingers never fully stop as he continues to wring every last ounce of pleasure from your body. He slows almost entirely as you weakly push his hands away.
"There we go." He withdrawals his fingers slowly and you whimper at the emptiness. "Papa knows best, doesn't he?" Primo wraps his arms around you and turns you on to your side. You mumble incoherently and nod half lidded in agreement. His chin tucks into your shoulder as his lips press a chaste kiss to your already marked neck. "May I continue to read or will I be interrupted again?" Primo mumbles as he reaches for his book on the nightstand again. The book now placed infront of you as he reads from behind. The words of the story slowly fading as his voice brings you to slumber.