Her name bursts through my lips, a warning. “Sophie.”
She engulfs my cock as deeply as she can, far enough that we both haul in a breath, tensing.
Oh,fuck. Fuck.Fuck.
There’s no going back.
Any caution I had, it’s gone—thrown to the fucking wind as I pump my hips onto her, losing focus.
Everything blurs. I feel her.Justher.
Her fingertips digging into my skin, her sleek tongue dragging over the thick veins that formed when I was trying to be gentle. She’s pushed me past my limits, but I only want what she wants.
And the truth is that she may not be ready for this.
“Baby...”
My cock slips from her into her waiting palm. A punishment for holding off. Fuck.Me. I throw my head back in frustration, barely managing a laugh. “Don’t do this to me.”
Four years ago, she was never this bold. This is the liquor.
This is an unleashing of what’s inside her.
Her desires.
And it’s all for me.
“Beg me,” she whispers.
Four years ago, that would’ve been hard for me. Not now.
“Please, baby.” My chest is crashing. “Fuck, please.”
“Tell me you want me.”
“You know I do.”
“Say it.”
“I want you.”
She’s pumping slow. Slow enough to drive me insane.
“Tell me you love me.”
“Ti amo da impazzire.” My languages are blurring.
Every word, spoken softly against my dick, makes me sure I’ll come without anything else. This is enough.
“Tell me to make you come.”
Our eyes meet. I’m sure she’s looking at a beast.
“Make me come,” I demand, sharpening every syllable.
“Dammelo.”
Give it to me.
