Bound by Honor

10. Rocco

10

ROCCO

M y heart races as I lean in to claim Sofia's soft pink lips, my desire for her a raging inferno within. Our tongues dance, entwining, teasing and exploring each other's warmth. Our bodies press tightly together, like two magnets drawn by an irresistible force. I couldn't pull away if I tried.

We stumble backward, making our way to the edge of Rocco’s bed, where we fall into a tangle of limbs. Hungry with need, we undress one another, baring our bodies to one another without hesitation.

Sofia arches her back, and my fingers ache to touch her heavy breasts. The thought of holding Sofia’s naked body in my arms has occupied my thoughts since the day I brought her home from her father’s funeral. The memory of her intoxicating scent still lingers in my mind. Her smooth, flawless skin begs to be touched, soft and inviting, like silk beneath my fingertips.

Every time our gazes meet, my once-lonely heart skips a beat. Whether she speaks with kindness or harsh criticism, each word sparks a response in me that I can't control. And now, as she lies beneath me, every inch of her exposed and vulnerable, I am overwhelmed by her tantalizing perfection. This is the moment I make her mine.

Slowly, I lean in, our bodies inches apart as I close the distance between us. Our lips meet in a passionate frenzy, my tongue eagerly exploring every corner of Sofia's mouth and savoring her taste. Nothing has ever tasted sweeter. As our desire heightens, she moans into our kiss, her fingers tangling in my hair and pulling me closer until there is no space left between us.

My lips slowly travel down Sofia's jawline, leaving a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses on her soft skin. She shivers, her body responding to my touch with fluttering gasps. When she whispers my name in appreciation, what little remains of my self-control vanishes into the air. My hands glide down her body, caressing every inch of skin until I reach her breasts. Cupping each mound in my hands, I gently squeeze and tease her nipples, watching as they harden into peaks. Sofia's back arches in response, her breaths coming out ragged and needy. With each passing moment, my lust intensifies, past the point of no return.

" Mmmm …Rocco…oh God…" Sofia writhes underneath me, her body silent pleading for more.

Slowly, oh so slowly, my tongue swirls around her nipple before taking it between my teeth, lightly tugging. She moans, and her hands grip the sheets as if bracing herself for more. Her surrender is exhilarating and empowering. Her taste on my tongue sends a rush of desire straight to my cock, and I need more— so much more.

I gaze up at Sofia, lust blazing in my eyes, knowing that I will worship every inch of her until she is a quivering mess in my arms.

Carefully, reverently, I part her thighs to reveal her swollen folds to my hungry gaze. She bites her lip, blushing under my intense scrutiny. But I can't resist any longer. I inhale deeply, savoring the musky scent that fills my nostrils.

"You taste so fucking delicious," I groan under my breath plunging my head between her thighs and feasting on her like a man starved for the sweetest nectar. I lap at her swollen clit, exploring every sensitive spot with teasing circles before plunging inside her wet depths.

Sofia moans loudly, and it only spurs me on, my tongue lapping and flicking and sucking at every sensitive spot with practiced ease. No matter how much I try, I can’t get enough.

I should be ashamed of myself. This girl is twenty-three years old, almost half my age, and young enough to be my daughter, but I’ve never wanted anything more. Without an ounce of guilt or regret, I greedily devour Sofia's pussy, my tongue plunging inside her warmth as if it were heated nectar. My hand trails across her thighs, then slides farther to find her dripping core. I use one finger to tease her wet folds, circling her swollen nub as she moans against a pillow, arching her back and granting me more access. She’s so wet for me; the scent of her arousal fills the air and makes my mouth water with hunger. I can’t wait another minute.

Pinning her wrists above her head with one hand, I use my other hand to align my throbbing cock with her entrance. Slowly, I push myself inch by inch inside her tight heat. I can feel her walls pulsing around me, milking me relentlessly as she moans my name in praise.

With one last thrust, I bottom out inside her molten core, and our bodies press firmly against each other like two pieces of a puzzle that have finally clicked into place. Our ragged breaths echo off the walls, and the scent of sex fills the room.

Overwhelmed by desire, I withdraw almost entirely before slamming back in balls-deep, over and over again. My primal rhythm sets fire to every nerve ending in my body.

But it isn’t enough for Sofia. Her nails dig into the sheets as she struggles to keep up with my brutal pace. "Oh God! Yes! Faster!" she moans, driving me to the brink of madness.

I comply with Sofia’s pleas, increasing the pace, my hips slapping against hers with a frenzy that resonates through the room. The bed creaks under the strain of our movements, a testament to our unrestrained coupling. I lean down, capturing her lips in a searing kiss that mutes her moans, tasting her desire as I continue to drive into her relentlessly.

Her legs wrap around my waist, pulling me even deeper, begging silently for all I can give. I shift slightly, changing my angle, and at this new depth, a strangled cry escapes her—one of sheer ecstasy. My fingers slip into her hair, tilting her head back as I trail kisses down the stretch of her neck. Each thrust is punctuated with a bite or a lick, marking her as mine in every sense of the word.

“Oh, God, Rocco!” Sofia screams as her body trembles beneath me.

The power of our connection thrums through me—possessive, vicious, and intoxicating. Sofia's legs clutch me tighter with each drive, holding me as if she might never let go.

"Sofia," I growl against her skin, feeling my control slip. She responds by meeting every one of my thrusts with an ardor that drives me further toward the edge.

With a final, deep push, I hold myself deep inside her as we climax together—her cry mingling with my low groan fills the air, a raw sound of triumph and lust. As waves of pleasure course through us, our sweat-slicked bodies cling together, lost in ecstasy and drowning in bliss.

Gradually, our breathing evens, and I loosen my grip on her wrists but remain inside her, not ready to break the connection. Lifting my head, I search her eyes—dark pools reflecting passion turned tender—and softly kiss her forehead.

Nothing will ever be the same again.

The air around us feels charged, thick with the remnants of our passion. I lie beside Sofia, utterly transfixed on her delicate fingers tracing lazy circles on my chest, each touch sparking aftershocks that ripple through me. I shift slightly, rolling us over and nestling her against my body, her head resting on my arm.

"Rocco," Sofia whispers, her voice husky with residual desire. "That was… I have no words."

I tighten my hold on her, pulling her closer. "You don't need any," I murmur, kissing her hair. The scent of her shampoo melds with the musky smell of our lovemaking, an intoxicating perfume.

We lie in silence, the comforting beat of her heart against my side syncing with mine. Time seems to stand still—the outside world doesn't exist in this sacred space of our creation. It’s as if we've crafted our own universe meant only for us.

Eventually, Sofia lifts herself onto one elbow and looks down at me with a smile that lights up her entire face. "What are we doing, Rocco?" she asks, with no sense of confusion, only wonderment.

I know what she means—this connection should be terrifying in its intensity, yet instead, it feels right, natural, and predestined. I cup her cheek with my hand and bring her lips down to mine for a gentle, affirming kiss.

"We're doing what was meant to happen," I say as our foreheads rest against each other. "Falling in love."

As I stare at the beautiful woman beside me, I’m captivated by the dark depths of her eyes. They hold a perfect balance of raw emotion and playful mischief, like a storm brewing beneath the surface. Without a single word, I make a promise, something I feel deep within my heart like an unbreakable bond.

"I'm ready for whatever comes our way," Sofia murmurs against my lips before capturing them again with hers—an assurance and an invitation wrapped into one.