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Copia laid his head back against his pillows, letting out a deep, frustrated sigh. He groaned as he felt his erection straining against his pants as his thoughts drifted towards you, longing for your touch, but settling for his own for the time being. He quickly unzipped his trousers, pulling his cock out from the confines of his boxers. His cock was already throbbing and the tip leaking precum as he began stroking himself, a soft whine already escaping his lips at the sensation.
“Cazzo…” he grunted as he quickened his pace and began to thrust his hips into his fist, chasing the orgasm he could feel building up.
“Copia?!” you called out from the other side of his bedroom door, hopefully notifying him of your presence. He offered no response, not even hearing your call as he was too focused on chasing his climax. You pried the door open slowly, slipping into his room and turning the corner, leaving you to see the glorious sight before you. Copia laid out on his bed, sweating profusely, writhing and whining under his own touch, his legs shaking and his balls tightening. You stood there for a moment, listening to the sounds of his moans and pleas, various curse words and your name falling loudly from his lips. You walked toward him as he continued to pump his cock in a feral manner, him still not taking notice of you at all. You cleared your throat to get his attention, a look of horror and embarrassment displayed across his face upon the sight of you.
“Oh, um-... mia cara, I-” Copia stammered. His face deepened in its red hue as his cock twitched in desperation, the colour of the tip matching his blushed face.
You smirked at him before climbing into the bed beside him, not saying a word. You slowly began to strip yourself of your clothing as Copia watched in awe, a feral look of lust displayed proudly on his face. As you threw your clothes to the side, he reached forward to touch you only to be stopped by your hands.
“No, no, no, darling…” you taunted. “Continue.”
Copia groaned in frustration, his cock throbbing painfully against his thigh. “Please, sorella, I need you…”
“I said continue,” you replied firmly. “Look at me while you touch yourself.”
He whined at your request, swallowing before wrapping his hand back around his cock.
“Good.”
Copia slowly began to pump his cock again, tilting his head towards you as he threw it back against the pillows. You softly planted kisses on his shoulder, which was glistening from the sweat stuck to his body. His pace quickened as he thrashed his hips into his hand, loudly whining your name as you started to bite into his neck. His mismatched eyes looked glassy as he stared at you, tears forming in his eyes from the desperation.
“Fuck, mi amore… I’m so close…” he whimpered.
“Then cum for me, Cardinal…” you whispered into his ear. Uttering his title into his ear sent him over the edge, a whine of your name erupting from him as he finally reached the climax he’d been chasing, ropes of his cum landing on his hand and his hairy stomach. He continued milking his cock, slowing the thrusts of his hips until he finally started to come down from his high. You grabbed his hand and started to lick the cum off of him, keeping direct eye contact with him.
“Good boy. Let me clean you up…”