“Say please.”
“I never fucking beg.” I use my grip on her hair to push hercloser to my groin, and though I didn’t beg like she wanted me to, I don’t miss the wicked smirk that tugs at her lips. It only fuels the hunger raging inside me. “Suck,” I demand.
She obeys, rolling her tongue over the sensitive head before swallowing me up in her mouth.Jesus fucking Christ.My eyes roll back in my skull as I yell her name to the ceiling, my head thrown back in ecstasy.
I’m about to come.Too soon.
I breathe deeply through my nose, trying to hold it back. I’ve waited a decade for this—I won’t let it end so quickly.
But then she puts her hands on my ass like she can’t help herself from touching me and sinks deeper, taking my entire length in her mouth in one fucking go. She gags as my cock hits the back of her throat, her eyes watering, tears streaming down her flushed cheeks as she struggles to accommodate me.
Something is fucking wrong with me because that sight—her tears, her struggle, her determination to take all of me—is so fucking hot it sets me off like a rocket.
My mind shorts out as white-hot heat explodes through me, and a stream of filthy Italian gushes from my lips as I fucking come harder than I have in ten years, emptying myself into the hot sheath of her mouth.
Mid-orgasm, an impulse strikes me, and I look down at her sharply. “Don’t swallow. Not yet.”
She blinks up at me but complies. My hands slide down from her hair to cradle her face, her cheeks now puffy from holding my cum. “Such a good girl,” I praise, caressing her flushed skin, and her eyes flutter closed at the praise.
The sight of her—on her knees, eyes shut, leaning into my touch while my cock is still in her mouth and she’s stuffed full with my release—makes my heart stutter. “Don’t let any cum escape,” I warn as I slowly withdraw, keeping my hands on her face.
Her eyes flutter open, honey-gold irises hazy with submission.As much as I love her fire and feistiness, this side of her does my head in. I can tell she tries as much as possible to keep it all in, but as the last of my cock slips from between her lips, a thin trail of white liquid leaks from the corner of her mouth.
My heart slams against my ribs, and my cock, which never fully softened, begins to stir again. “Open for me, baby.”
She parts her lips obediently, and seeing her mouth filled with my cum sends possessiveness searing through every nerve ending. She’s fucking mine.Mine.
“Swallow,” I instruct, and her throat bobs sexily as she obeys. “Fuck, you’re so hot,amorina.” Using my thumb, I gather the escaping fluid trailing down her neck and guide it back into her mouth. She accepts it eagerly, sucking my thumb and rolling her tongue over it.
My cock hardens fully again, but I ignore it. This moment isn’t about me anymore—it’s time to tend to the needs of my little traitor. I drag my boxers and pants back on, zip them up, then go to my knees in front of her. As I lean forward to kiss her, she turns her face aside.
“I’ll probably taste like cum,” she explains.
I grip her face, turning it back to me with a firmness that brooks no argument. “I don’t fucking care,” I grit out and fucking kiss her.She has no right to withhold her mouth or any part of her body from me.She tastes like fire and sex andme, and I lap it up greedily, deepening the kiss until she’s moaning around my tongue. Only then do I pull back.
Her top is still dragged down to below her bra, and I reach forward to pull her bra down as well. Right before my eyes, her nipples tighten and pucker, turning to hard peaks in the cool air. My mouth waters at the sight, and I waste no time wrapping my tongue around one rosy bud.
She groans, her fingers flying into my hair. My palm cups her neglected tit, kneading the soft flesh as I suck the other harder, and she bucks so hard she almost knocks me off her.Reluctantly, I pull away from her perfect tits. Much as I’d love to stay there for hours, exploring every inch of her with my mouth, a more insistent desire drives me lower.
My fingers find the button of her jeans, and irrational anger flares in my chest.Always fucking jeans. So inconvenient.
The frustration burns through me as I work the clasp open. The sound of her zipper sliding down sends a seductive vibration down my spine, dampening my anger, and my cock fucking throbs painfully against the confines of my pants, as if I hadn’t just experienced the most intense orgasm of my life mere minutes ago.
I drag her jeans down, and she lifts her hips to help me. I only manage to free one leg before impatience overtakes me and I’m moving back up to heaven between her thighs. The light blue thong is soaked at the crotch, clinging to her and outlining every curve and fold of her pussy.
That level of arousal couldn’t have developed from the brief attention I paid her tits. “Did sucking my cock do this to you?” I ask as I run my fingertips over the damp fabric.
“Yesss!” she groans, arching against my hand—just as a ringtone pierces the air, slicing through the tension.
We both freeze, our gazes locking in mutual confusion. It’s not my phone, which means it must be hers. A flicker of doubt enters her gaze, and panic flares in my chest.
Fuck, no.
I refuse to let this moment slip away before she comes undone on my tongue. I drop my head and kiss her through the fabric, stiffening my tongue to lash over her clit. Within seconds she’s moaning again, undulating beneath me as the phone stops ringing.
Then unbelievably, it starts again.
I glare at her jeans pocket where the sound seems to be coming from. “Hold on, I’ll turn it off.” Her voice has neverbeen so husky and sensual, and my fingers dig into her hip in response.
