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OMG. OMFG. OMFG!!! I just found THIS and already became my newest addiction: a SUPER-HOT Ignazio Boschetto FanFic. *I need air* *I need a cold shower* *I need to read some more of it* ****************************************************************************************** Boschetto's Fifty Shades Darker - CHAPTER 3 (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/242151997-boschetto%27s-fifty-shades-darker-chapter-3 "Turn around, stand with your legs apart, your hands up against the wall." He ordered, putting put both hands on your waist to help spin you around. You could feel yourself starting to tremble. As you were frantically trying to calm your breathing you realised he was speaking. He'd obviously noticed your panicked state. "Why are you shaking?" You could feel the heat of his breath on your neck. "Are you scared?" There was an incredulous, impatient tone in his voice, but when you only managed a whimper in response he added more gently, "Don't be, I'm not going to hurt you." He must have dropped to his knees; you could feel him running his hands up your thigh highs so gently he was barely even touching you. It seemed like his touch was intensified a thousand times by the blindfold covering your eyes - you didn't know where or when it was next going to happen. You squeezed your eyes shut and pressed your cheek against the wall, relishing the coolness it found there. He started to drag his lips along the tops of your thighs where the thigh highs ended and your skin began. You still felt nervous but the sensation was almost unbearably pleasurable. Your heart was beating so hard you thought it might burst out of your chest. You weren't sure how much more you could take. You vaguely registered a strangled incoherent sound as it escaped your lips. You were wishing you had something to cling to when you heard him laugh - it was a dark seductive sound that affected you in the most unspeakable ways. You realised then that he enjoyed this power he had over you. He knew he could reduce you to a quivering panting mess and he seemed to like doing it. "Step out of the thigh highs."
He repeated each step with the other leg, and then tantalisingly slowly he dragged your thong down, and finally he unhooked your bra. Momentarily you were aware of your state of undress but then he stood up and pressed himself against your back, wrapping his arms around you and enclosing you with his body. He grabbed your hair in his hand, curling it around his fist and using it to gently pull your head back towards him. Then he leaned forward and spoke directly into your ear.
"You have no idea what you do to me. I haven't been able to think of anything else but you since that first day when I returned to my room and found you lying on my bed." His voice sounded gravelly and strained. "You beguile me, you captivate me, you enchant me."You felt a hand creep downwards, and he began rubbing your clitoris in lazy circles. "I can't sleep for thinking about you. I can't concentrate on anything. I seem to lose all self-control when I'm near you. Every time you creep into my thoughts I become so aroused I have to stop what I'm doing." You felt like his words had spoken directly to the darkest, most sensuous part of your soul, sending a frisson of arousal shuddering through you. He was nibbling the skin on the neck, he seemed to slow the pace but he increased the pressure, you were starting to tremble again, but this time it wasn't fear induced. "I want you to cum for me now..." His words were your undoing, and despite, or possibly because of the slowness of his movements, your orgasm came upon you suddenly. You collapsed as you climaxed, your knees buckled and you were starting to fall when suddenly he caught you in his arms and carried you to the bed. "Good girl." He said, as he placed you gently on your back. You lay there in a daze. He wasn't touching you anymore and, although you listened, you couldn't hear him. You lay still as your breathing returned to normal. You felt exposed, you felt naked. You were naked. You were feeling incredibly turned on by what was happening but also more than a little bit unnerved, you were starting to wonder about him. You'd never experienced anything like this before, never met anyone like him. You needed to reorient yourself. You raised your hands up and were about to push the blindfold off your face, but like a shot he grabbed your wrists and pulled them back down, pinning them to your sides. "No!" his voice was hard and right next to your ear. You hadn't realised he was so close. He quietly continued. "If you try to do that again, I will tie your hands to the bed." Arousal laced with fear coursed through you and, although the idea sounded indescribably erotic, you certainly didn't want him to tie you up. You didn't trust him enough for that. Yet. He let go of your wrists and you lay still, waiting. Suddenly you could feel his lips brushing along your stomach sending rippling shivers across it. "Put your arms over your head, hold the head board." His voice was quiet but compelling. Hesitantly you reached up with both your hands, and finding a metal bar you clung to it. You lay there, struggling to keep still as his hand crept up your body, in between the valley of your breasts, up to grip your neck, gently pinning you in place. His other hand drifted down past your navel, towards your groin. Your grip tightened on the bars in anticipation, and you were grateful to have something to cling to.
Initially his touch was so gentle it felt like the wings of a thousand tiny butterflies were beating against your skin, sending prickles of desire fluttering through you. You fought to keep still as you gently stroked your clitoris, the urge to move towards his touch was so strong. Torturously slowly he slid two of his fingers inside you. When they were fully buried, he pressed his thumb firmly into your clitoris. You whimpered, arching off the bed in response. "Hold on to the bar. Don't let go." You thought his voice sounded quietly menacing, but you couldn't be sure if you were reading it right. "I'm going to fuck you now." He reached over you, and you thought you heard the sound of foil ripping. You felt him line himself at your entrance, and gripping your waist with both hands he plunged into you, burying himself as deeply as he could. He groaned with satisfaction as you clenched your internal muscles around him. He settled on top of you, gripping your jaw in both his hands and kissing your face passionately as he finally peeled the blindfold off. "I want to see your eyes when I take you." He whispered gazing at you intently. His words sent a shudder of arousal rippling through you. You gazed up at him, drinking in the sight of his perfect form. He was towering above you, his arms braced on either side of your head. His dark hair was no longer combed back but dangled messily over his face. You lifted your hand and let it drift along his chest and down his arm. You glanced at his face and found that a look of triumph was dancing in his eyes. He leaned down and kissed you again greedily, his tongue darting into your mouth. You kissed him back, basking in the freedom of being able to see him, to touch him, to taste him. He began to move, slowly at first but soon he was thrusting into you with everything he had. His soft chest hair rubbed against your breasts as he drove faster into you. The sensation of completion you felt on having him inside you was delicious, you didn't want it to end. You raked your fingers down his back, and felt him shudder in response.
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Many thanks to @nuhrmi /Repost from @nuhrmi • ✨𝕄𝕪 𝕚𝕟𝕟𝕖𝕣 𝕗𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕚𝕣𝕝 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕟𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕤𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕀’𝕞 𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕡𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕀 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕗𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕡𝕠𝕚𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕝. 𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕞𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕒𝕨𝕖𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝟙𝟘 𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕦𝕥𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕟𝕠 𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕗𝕒𝕟𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕀 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕠𝕒𝕜 𝕚𝕥 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕚𝕟 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕣𝕦𝕡𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤 𝕒𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕥𝕠𝕠𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕡𝕚𝕔𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕖𝕤 𝕚𝕟 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕟𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕣✨ #IlVolo #Fangirling #Fangirl #IlVolover #GianlucaGinoble #PieroBarone #IgnazioBoschetto #TheBestOfTenYears #Love #Weekend #Chicago #ChicagoTheater #ChicagoGirl #CityGirl #Italians #IlVoloMusic #Awesome #Singers #Favorites #Adventures #Cuties #Classic #PopOpera #Amazing #ChicagoAdventures #Tour #IlVoloTour #IlVoloTour2020 Thanks so much for sharing! #IlVoloMiami #IVU https://www.instagram.com/p/B8s3mWtgp7Q/?igshid=iax14agdj5ej
