Submitting to My Best Friend's Dad by Scarlett Rossi
Chapter 268 -

*Olivia*

I giggled as Giovani kicked open the door to his room. The door swung open with a creak, and he carried me inside.

I hadn't ever seen his room before, and I was curious how it differed from mine and Dahlia's. While mine was as generic and bland as possible-perfect for a guest room-Dahlia's was loaded to the brim with designer brands. Her closet was bigger than my entire room back home, and each bedroom came with its own private bathroom, I'd learned.

It only made sense that her room was so personal, since she used to come here when she was little with her parents and brothers. I, on the other hand, had never stepped foot in Italy before.

I clutched the champagne bottle tightly in my hands as I leaned over in his arms to get a good look of his room.

Like most of the rest of the house, Giovani's room was simple. It was more bare-bones than I'd expected, with wooden floors.

The only furniture was the huge master bed, which I was pretty sure was a California king by the size of it, lined with grey and black sheets and a comforter. There was a dresser in the corner and a nightstand, but that was about it. His closet door was wide open, letting me see into the rows of white shirts and black suits, perfect and neat like they had just been hung up.

The other door, I assumed, led to the bathroom.

I grinned at the simplicity of the room-it fit him in a way I couldn't explain.

Giovani stepped inside, taking me along with him as he walked briskly toward the bed and suddenly dropped me.

I yelped, holding the champagne upright as I bounced on top of the comforter. Luckily, not a drop spilled from the bottle, and I grinned, impressed with my skills.

"That could've ended badly, you know," I told Giovani.

"Doesn't matter," Giovani smirked at me as he unhooked his cufflinks and set them down on his nightstand. He took his sweet time as I watched him. The champagne and wine were hitting me now, and I giggled, taking a swig from the whole bottle.

"I thought your room would have more in it. It's so orderly and put together, just like you," I giggled, my head feeling fuzzy from all the alcohol. I felt giddy inside-warm and bubbly like the champagne bubbling over when he popped it. "What else would I have in my room?" Giovani asked, amused as I took another large swig of the champagne.

“I don't know,” I said with a massive grin. I was swimming on cloud nine now. "Like a collection or something, dolls or action figures. What about stamps? You seem like you'd collect stamps.”

He chuckled, taking off his shirt and leaving it on the floor. He brushed his hair back with his hand, looking like a majestic god.

"God, you're so hot," I said miserably.

"And I didn't know you were such a lightweight," Giovani grinned as he walked around the bed and to where I was sitting. "I think you've had enough."

I clung to the bottle of champagne as he placed his knee between my legs, scooting them apart so he could step in between them. My head barely reached his stomach as I gazed up at him in a champagne-filled haze. "Here, you drink then," I said, pouting as I offered him the champagne.

He chuckled, grabbing it from me and drinking a massive gulp from the bottle. I licked my lips, watching as his Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed. A bead of the champagne poured from his mouth and down his throat. In my drunken haze, I wanted to lick it up for him, tasting his skin as my tongue ran up his throat.

He finished the rest of the bottle, chuckling at my sad look when he dropped the bottle onto the floor.

I glanced up at him, all shame in my body having vanished under the influence of the alcohol and I grinned, running my hands up his legs and over his stomach. The way his muscles moved under my fingertips was fascinating to me, and I giggled as he stared down at me with dark, lidded eyes.

"What are you doing, carino?" he asked, the pet name falling naturally from his lips.

I didn't answer, simply smiling innocently as my hands searched over his hot skin, finally landing over the button to his pants.

Gently, with barely a whisper, I unbuttoned them. His hands caught mine in his actions, his breath heavy as he stared down at me in warning.

"Don't do something you can't finish," he warned me, a dangerous look in his eyes.

But it only turned me on more as the excitement sent a pang straight to my lower half.

I licked my lips as I gently slid his pants down and then his boxers as well. His cock, hard and ready, burst out, and I grinned, taking him with one hand.

His breath hitched, and I found I loved the sound as I gently pumped my hand. He cursed as I set a rhythm with my hand, sending him a sultry look before I leaned forward and licked a strip all the way from his base to the tip. "Olivia." He cursed, his eyes dark as he clenched his hands firmly by his side. Despite the longing in his eyes, he let me do whatever I wanted.

I smirked, licking the tip before gently taking him in my mouth. I sucked just the tiniest bit, rolling my tongue over it as I pumped him with my other hand.

I shut my eyes as I pulled back and then pulled him back in, each time taking in a little more of his length. His hands trembled with the effort it took not to touch me, and I tasted the saltiness of him as he hit the back of my throat.

I hummed, remembering to breathe through my nose as he took up my entire mouth. It was enough to choke on, but I didn't care. I pushed him in farther until I hit his base.

It felt uncomfortable, but good in a way, as I swished my tongue around him.

"Fuck," Giovani glared down at me, his patience hanging on by a thread as I gazed up at him with his cock fully engulfed in my mouth.

I giggled as his nostrils flared with the effort and the noise was suppressed, rumbling against his dick.

His patience snapped. I watched it happen as his hands wrapped behind my head, and he gripped my hair in one hand before pulling out.

"Keep your mouth open," he warned me, a dark look on his face, and I did as he asked before he crammed his dick back down my throat. It was different now as I shut my eyes tightly.

He thrust back and forth, fucking my mouth harshly as I inhaled only through my nose, choking every time he hit the back of my tight throat. My spit spilled out of my mouth, allowing him easier access as he groaned in pleasure.

I shifted my hips, clenching my thighs together as I could feel the wetness building and slipping out of me. The place I needed him the most was begging for it, but he was focused entirely on my mouth.

Until finally, he pulled away from me, his hand pumping his cock as he came. It spurted all over the place, and I flinched. I didn't have time to do anything as he slid onto the bed next to me.

"Thank you, carino," he purred into my ear, as he caressed my back gently. He pulled on my dress, sliding me onto his lap and I heard a loud rip.

Both of us jumped, and I glanced down at my dress with wide eyes. My pretty dress was ripped, the side of it having split open.

"Oops," he said with a sheepish grin. "I'll buy you a new one."

I rolled my eyes. "It's already ripped. Just rip it all off."

He grinned, leaning forward to kiss me. He only paused to whisper, "You're perfect," before he slammed our lips together.

I felt his hands tear at the dress and it slipped off easily as he pulled it off of me and threw it to the floor. I giggled into the kiss as he pressed me back onto the bed with a smirk. He leaned over me, supporting himself with his hands on either side of my head.

He shed the rest of our clothes quickly, all of them landing on the floor next to the empty champagne bottle.

His large hands ran up and down my sides, and I gasped a breath as he pulled away from my lips and smirked. I sent him a confused look as he rolled me over onto my stomach, and I couldn't see what he was doing anymore.

I felt him kissing down my spine, and I sighed as he drifted further and further down. He reached my ass and pulled my hips up until I had to prop myself up on my knees.

I gasped as his tongue hit my cunt. His fingers dug into my slit, his tongue brushing against my clit as I pushed back as far as I could.

He was way too good at this. I shut my eyes, slamming my head into the bed as he fucked me with his tongue.

I came easily; the explosion was like a thousand fireworks. The electricity shot through my body, and I barely had the strength to keep myself upright as my toes curled upward. "Giovani," I whined once I caught my breath, and he only hushed me in return.

I heard him ripping something, and I saw the condom package falling to the floor through the corner of my eye.

I was quickly distracted as something large and hard rubbed against my opening and my eyes went wide as he pushed inside, slow and steadily.

Having already taken him once, it was easier this time for him to slide right in until he was hilt deep. Somehow, it felt so much deeper than before, and I felt so full of him.

I breathed out deeply, groaning as I squeezed down on him, testing this out.

"Shit," he breathed and then his hands were in my hair, pulling me up. From the side, I caught sight of his eyes, and he smirked.

"Naughty girl," he said, with a wicked look. "Good girls beg for what they want."

"Please," I begged immediately, hating the waiting as his hot cock shifted inside of me. "Please, fuck me."

He leaned forward to press a kiss near my spine. "Good girl," he murmured, and then he began to fuck me.

I screamed as he hit my deep with every thrust, pushing hard and fast. There was no mercy as he kept his grip in my hair, forcing me in place as he took control.

"Such a good, tight pussy," he moaned, his body folded over mine as he pumped in and out like a mad man. "God, you're so perfect, Olivia."

"Giovani."

All I could do was breathe his name as he rammed me over and over. I loved every minute of it, and my second orgasm came just as quick. I screamed, my voice muffled by the bed as he paused only briefly.

I was still shaking with the aftereffects when he let go of my hair and gently pulled me around, his dick still inside of me. I moaned as he crawled onto the bed, flipping me onto my back. He barely took a breath before he continued his brutal pace.

Face to face, I captured his lips at once, swallowing both of our groans. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pushing him in deeper until he hit the spot I needed the most.

I screamed loudly, feeling like a battering ram was hitting my womb and my third orgasm hit me like a ton of bricks. This time, he came with me, groaning deeply as he bit down on my neck, just enough to sting.

White light burst from behind my eyes, and I quickly lost all conscious thought as I breathed out.

It took another two orgasms before Giovani collapsed next to me, holding me in his arms. Both of us were exhausted, breathing heavily. By this time, I could barely move as Giovani cleaned us up.

We settled under the comforter, my head pressed against his chest. I listened to his heartbeat, comforting me as I dozed off.

Until something loud broke through.

Giovani frowned, rolling over to grab his phone as it rang and answered with an annoyed, "What now?"

I sat up in bed, holding the comforter close to my chest as his face paled. I could barely make out the words on the other line, but it caught my attention.

"It's about Dahlia."