Carlo grinned. He was finally going to meet the bitch today. He was going to put her in her place. He was sure of it.

He had never felt as excited as this in 4 years. He couldn't wait to meet her and fuck some sense into her. He was going to fuck her today and make her want him. She was going to walk out of here with a limp in her walk.

Carlo stood up from his cell, as he heard his regular officer walk closer. Paul showed his face and he rolled his eyes at Carlo’s smirk.

“I'll tell Luca to get some of the guys to finish off that tree house for you. We don't want pregnant Mary to deliver a stilled baby jesus now, do we?” Carlo said and chuckled a little as the cell door was opened.

“Mary has been having a little difficult time,” Paul sighed as Carlo stepped out of the cell.

Carlo led the way to his private waiting room and Paul followed behind.

“She'll be fine. She's got a fucking kid growing inside of her. Of course she's going to be in pain,” Carlo scoffed just thinking about the pain women went through.

He was sent to this world to pleasure women and maybe cause them a little pain when they were being bad, but never the same amount of pain that pregnancy took out of a woman. Jesus save them all.

“Is she here?” Carlo asked.

“Yes. She's been waiting for a while now. You said to get you when she's been here for 10 minutes,” Paul explained remembering the instructions that Carlo gave him.

Carlo grinned. It was either kill the girl that kicked him in the balls, or make her wait. He knew exactly how women hated waiting.

When they arrived at the door, Carlo turned to Paul.

“Go to Luca and tell him what I said about fixing your tree house. Give us an extra 10 minutes,” Carlo leveled his eyes with him.

Carlo was tall. Around 6’4. He was blessed with the height that he knew turned girls on. Every girl loved a guy to be taller than her. Carlo was the perfect package for every girl out there.

Paul wanted to explain that he couldn't do that. He would lose his job but he knew Mary needed help with the house. With his working hours, he always went home late and was always tired.

He sighed and nodded at Carlo and walked away from the door.

Carlo smirked and turned back to the door.

Hide the excitement, fucker. You'll creep the fuck out of her.

Carlo opened the door and stepped inside. The first thing he noticed was Serena sat in the chair. Serena. Paul had told him her name last week. It would fly around in his mind every time he closed his eyes.

He watched as she stood up, and her eyes trailed his body, slowing.

Carlo wore the same colour every day. An orange jumpsuit. It didn't magically change into a black one or a bright green one, so he was confused on why she was looking at his body. He stared back, taking in her jeans and her long sleeved shirt.

He smirked. He couldn't help but think she dressed like a nun on purpose. He was going to rip those clothes off her body and ravish every inch of her while she moaned out his name. He couldn't wait.

“Hey asshole. What's up?” Serena asked, as she sat back in the chair, crossing her legs on top of each other as Carlo closed the door.

Nobody had ever called him an asshole and lived. Yet here this girl was sitting in front of him and called him an asshole. He felt intrigued.

“Hello there, gattina,” Carlo replied back as he walked closer to her.

He stood opposite her, watching her follow every movement of his.

He had 40 minutes. He was going to enjoy every second.

“Your Italian accented voice isn't going to phase me,” She crossed her arms under her tits, and Carlo’s eyes followed the movements.

He smirked and looked back up at her.

“Ne sei sicuro, gattina?” Carlo said, and watched as she uncrossed her legs and sat up a little straighter.

He had her.

“What am I doing here?” Serena asked letting out a sigh.

This was going to get interested. Carlo wasn't waiting any longer. 

He walked around the table towards her. She was sat on the chair. She didn't move her body other than watching him stand in front of her.

Carlo leaned down, placing both of his hands on the chair as he caged her in. He leaned a little closer until she was froze in her spot and he could hear her breath hitching a little.

“I'm going to fuck you right here on this table.  You're going to enjoy it, piccolo gattina,” Carlo whispered into her ear, softly, letting the words register in her mind.

Serena was gone. She was holding it in for so long but she couldn't help herself. He was too close to her.

Without hesitating, Serena lifted her knee up to knee him in the balls again but Carlo was ready for that.

He grabbed a hold of her knee and held her in place as she looked up at him.

He smirked.

“I don't think so. You don't want to be a bad girl now, do you?” He questioned, his hand trailing down her knee slowly towards her feet.

Carlo could feel himself twitch inside his boxers. He loved a feisty girl. They were so fun to play with.

“I think you need this just as much as I do,” Carlo said, moving his fingers down the soft skin of her foot, as he unclasped the heel. He took it off and looked up at her.

He could clearly see her eyes full of lust but also determination to not let go.

Carlo would shatter every inch of that determination. She wasn't leaving this place until they both were throughly fucked.

“Tell me, Serena. Do you want it?”  Carlo asked her, staring down at her.

She waited for a couple of seconds, thinking. He had no idea what was going through her mind until she raised her other foot and placed the heel on his chest. He smirked.

“Take it off,” Serena told him and Carlo chuckled.

“My pleasure.” He replied back as he took her heel off and threw it behind his head. He ignored the bang that followed as all he could concentrate on was her. He stepped closer, in between her legs as he held them both, wrapping them around his waist.

Carlo wasn't a patient man. He got what he wanted and he was having Serena. 

Without wasting time, he lifted her body up, and she quickly wrapped her arms around his neck as she rested her forehead against his. She felt the table underneath her as Carlo placed her down on it.

He leaned closer, both of them waiting for something. Anything to stop this moment.

Carlo was confused. He didn't know if this was going to get her out of his system or bring her back every week.

Serena wasn't sure what she wanted. It had been a very long time since she had sex and Carlo was just...there. He needed it just as much as she did.

“Nobody gets to knows about this,” Serena whispered to him.

“Fuck yeah,” Carlo muttered back under his breath as he watched her lips move. He didn't give a damn if she wasn't going to be removed from his system. Carlo leaned down and placed his lips on hers. For a millisecond they stopped before their lips moved together. He could taste her strawberry lip balm as his tongue invaded her mouth.

No mercy was shown. He wasn't gentle. He never was.

Carlo ran his hands down her body, too much clothing on her for his liking. He broke the kiss-as she took a few small breaths quickly- and left kisses down her jaw towards her neck.

His hands found the edge of the shirt and pulled it up and off her body. He threw it on the floor as their lips found each other again. They were like two fucking dogs in heat, not being able to get enough of each other.

Carlo’s hand ran all over her body and found the clip of her red lace bra. He unclipped it and threw the bra down as they broke the kiss. Carlo pushed Serena down on the big conference table, and she moved up a little, making room for him.

He climbed in between her legs, looking at the beautiful masterpiece in front of him. She was a work of art. Carlo was never into painting stupid shit but he wish he could paint her. He would try his fucking best to do her body justice. 

Serena didn't want him staring at her anymore. She wanted him. In places. Now.

She grabbed a hold of his face and pulled him back down, her lips crashing against his. She didn't want to stop. She wanted this feeling inside of her to go on and on for forever. She wanted to feel his lips on her every day.

Carlo’s hands reached up in between them and massaged her breasts. Serena arched her back a little, giving him more to play with. He fucking loved it. Serena broke the kiss to catch a breath of air, and Carlo used that opportunity to trail kisses down her body towards his second favourite part. Breasts.

His lips devoured them. Sucking, kissing, biting the skin, Carlo made Serena moan out loud. He was just getting started.

Carlo gave the same attention to the other breast, as his hands wandered down a little further. He unzipped her jeans, and kissed his way down until he was close to his favourite part.

He pulled the jeans down, as Serena stared down at him. Should she stop? Fuck no

“Just relax. I'll take good care of you, gattina” Carlo smirked up at her, noticing the way her hair looked messy because he had ran his hands through them when they were kissing. He looked into her eyes, noticing the daze lust look that filled them and he wanted to fuck her right there and there, but he had 40 minutes. He was taking his sweet fucking time.

Carlo didn't waste a second and ripped her panties off, leaving her exposed to his eyes.

He climbed off the table, and stood in front of her. A smirk was placed on his lips as he looked at her. Serena was laying naked on top of the table, with messy hair and red lips. This was the girl that called him an asshole. 40 minutes just wasn't enjoy with her and her body.

Carlo grabbed a hold of both of her ankles as she looked at him confused. He yanked her closer to the edge of the table as she gasped out from the sudden movements. Carlo trailed his hands up her legs, higher and higher until he spread her thighs apart, and he placed a single finger on her inner thigh. Slowly, teasingly, he trailed that finger higher until he got to her soaking core.

He leaned over her body, and placed his lips on hers, kissing her sensually, making her moan into his mouth as his tongue played with hers.

He ran his finger up her folds and then back down before pushing a finger inside. Serena arched a little on the table as Carlo's fingers fucked  her. He pushed in another finger, and moved them faster inside of her as she moaned louder. He wasn't done yet. He pulled away from her lips, and grinned down at a breathless Serena.

He pulled both of his fingers out, and knelt down in front of the table. He had a clear view of her.

She was soaking wet. Carlo smirked. Time to enjoy a perfect meal.

Serena leaned up on her elbows just as she felt his tongue flicker her folds down below. His tongue did wonders to her and she was a moaning mess. She could feel her stomach tightening as she held it in yet, wanting to enjoy Carlo’s tongue on her for a little more. She felt one of his hands trail up her body, and lightly squeeze her breasts. She moaned, her breath coming out in short pants, as his fingers laid against her throat. She was definitely into choking. She loved it.

“Let go,” Carlo mumbled against her inner thighs placing a quick kiss there before going back to his meal between her legs. Serena didn't need to be told twice. Her hands tightened in his hair as she didn't hold back. She moaned out loud as she came apart. She felt him licking up all her juices like he was a starved man. She was a moaning mess.

Serena was a little tired. She laid back down on the table, taking deep breaths as Carlo stood up, licking his lips as he stared down at her with dark eyes. She watched as he unzipped his orange jumpsuit and pushed it down to his ankles. In front of her stood a powerful naked man. She could feel the power oozing off him even in this state.

Her eyes trailed over his abs, memorising  every one of them in her mind. Her eyes stopped for a second, taking in his V Line, wondering how it would feel to run her hands all over him. She got to his boxers. She could see his hard member pushing against the boxers proudly. She did wonder if it would fit but she wanted that feeling. She had never had someone as big as him and she wanted to feel him all week with every step she took.

Carlo pulled off his boxers, and smirked at her as she stared at his member standing proudly.

“Move back,” Carlo ordered and she pushed herself back on her elbows to the top of the table. This was a first for her, fucking someone on a table and she enjoyed it. A lot.

Carlo climbed back on the table, getting in between her legs. He leveled himself with her entrance and leaned down to place a kiss on her lips. She grabbed a hold of his head, and pulled him away from his lips.

“Fuck me like it's the last time because it is.” She said, looking up at him.

“Whatever you say, gattina,” Carlo muttered, and he leaned down to kiss her again. He couldn't get enough of her lips. Both of them.

Carlo didn't wait to tell her that he was going to be gentle or any stupid shit like that. He moved his cock along her folds, teasing her, watching as she moved her hips to meet every touch of his.

“Stop teasing,” Serena moaned a little, as she felt him push the tip inside. She closed her eyes, waiting for it all to go in. It never did.

“Open your fucking eyes. I want to see them,” Carlo said, his voice filled with lust. Deeper than usual.

Serena opened her eyes and looked up at him. Her mouth formed a silent O as he slammed into her. Carlo waited for her to adjust to his length.

When he felt her body loosen up a little, Carlo pulled back out and thrusted back into her deeply. She felt amazing. Fuck. He knew he was going to be addicted to this fucking pussy. He didn't want to be addicted but fuck he wasn't stopping.

Serena moaned, her hands running over his back, pulling him closer as his thrusts got faster and harder.

Carlo groaned a little on her shoulder as she clenched her thighs a little. He was going to lose it. Fuck.

He pounded into her, faster, going deeper with every thrust. He was going to make sure she screamed his name today.

“..Caarlo..” Serena moaned loudly as he pulled out and slammed back into her. . .It felt so good.

She wanted to be on top. It was her favourite position.

She placed both of her hands on Carlo’s chest and pushed on him a little. He groaned, his thrusts slowing down a little as he looked at her.

Slow. Gentle. He never did that shit but he didn't want to stop. Fuck. Carlo wasn't stopping yet. He had a lot more to give and if he was right, they still had 20 minutes left. He could fuck her in 20 different positions.

“Lay down,” Serena told him and he chuckled above her.

“I don't do that, gattina.” He grunted out.

He never let a girl go on top unless it was in his room. This was a fucking prison meeting room. He had 30 minutes all week only for this. He loved a girl on top of him, her tits shaking with every thrust, but fuck, was he doing that in prison. No.

Serena glared up at him. She clenched her core, and Carlo groaned loudly.

“Shit,” he cursed as he felt himself wanting to explode inside of her.

She was a woman that knew exactly how to make a man fall on his knees for her. Carlo wasn't that fucking man.

Carlo pulled out of her, and climbed off the table. She looked a little confused and frustrated.

“We do this my way,” Carlo told her, and grabbed both of her ankles, and pulled her closer to him.

“Hold onto me,” Carlo told her as Serena leaned up.  She wrapped her arms around his neck, and he lifted her off the table. She quickly wrapped her legs around his waist, feeling his cock in between them.

Without waiting for a reply, Carlo pushed back inside of her. He wasn't holding back anymore. With every step he took, he thrusted his hips upwards, as Serena moaned.

She felt the wall behind her back, as Carlo pushed her against it and pounded into her.

“Scream for me, gattina” Carlo whispered into her ear, as he felt her claw at his back.

piccolo gattina esuberante.

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