He stares back, as if I were holding the breath he needs to live.
His shirt hangs open, and his hair is messy. As my eyes travel down, I make out the outline of his cock.
“Your pussy is glistening for me,” he says. “Beautiful. I’m sure it tastes like fucking heaven.” He licks his bottom lip.
I reach for his belt, but before I can undo the buckle, he scoots to the edge of the couch. His arm circles around my waist,and I gasp as he pulls me forward until my thighs hover in front of his face.
He brushes his nose along my lower belly, breathing in my scent before placing a single kiss there.
My body is on fire as he lifts one of my legs, places my foot on the couch beside him, and opens me wider for him. He drags a single finger through my wetness. The way he does it is so slow yet possessive, like he owns me and has all the time in the world to play.
I’m growing wetter and wetter.
The need for him is becoming too much.
“Please,” I whimper.
“Please what,guaio?” he asks, his voice rough yet also teasing. “You want me to finger your sweet pussy like this?” He plunges his thick finger inside me.
I grip his shoulders. “Yes.”
“I can’t wait to hear you begging me to fuck you while I have my tongue buried so deep inside your pussy that you forget your own name.” He shoves another finger inside me. “No, scratch that. You’ll forget your first name. But you’ll never forget you’re a fucking Lastro. That you’remine,branded with my last name.”
A shiver ripples down my spine. My thighs twitch as he pushes another finger into my pussy.
He curls his fingers inside me, making my hips buck forward.
His fingers drive in me, fast and deep, as he lowers his mouth to my core.
My entire body tightens as pleasure takes over.
Aleksy was stupid if he thought I’d choose his vendetta overthis.
My husband will win.
Emilio’s tongue pleasures me in ways I never thought possible.
Being this good at oral should freaking be illegal.
He groans, and in seconds, his fingers are no longer between my legs. He grips my waist, flips me, and shoves me onto the couch.
I barely have time to breathe before he drops to his knees and spreads me wide to make room for himself.
He lowers his head and buries it between my thighs like he’s starving for me. His nose nudges my clit, and he drags his tongue slowly through my slick heat.
“You’re dripping for me, baby.” He pulls back just enough to show how wet his lips and chin are from my arousal.
He doesn’t wait for a response before disappearing back between my legs, curling his tongue around my clit and sucking it with just the right amount of pressure.
My knees buckle, and my back arches.
I moan his name and beg him for more.
He keeps working me with his expert tongue, sliding it along my slit before taking breaks to plunge it inside me. He alternates between licking and touching, making me a desperate, trembling mess.
“That’s my good girl,” he says. “Relax and let me take care of your beautiful pussy.”
It doesn’t take longat all,unfortunately, before I’m falling apart.
