Page 55 of Trust Me

“Then take what’s yours. Show me why I need you and not my vibrators.”

He chuckles darkly. “Oh, we’ll be using those in the future. They’re allies, not enemies. But I’m going to show you how much you need me. Don’t you worry.”

He lets go of my hair and uses that hand to rip my panties off, then tosses them to the ground. Before I can yell at him for that, he slides a finger along my slit, making me buck against it.

He delivers another smack to my ass as he inserts his finger inside me, making me tense up around it. “Relax for me, dolcezza,” he orders, pressing his lips to my ass where there are sure to be red marks.

I do, allowing him to put another finger inside, stretching me out more than I ever have with my small fingers. “Elio,” I moan, not recognizing my voice.

He palms my ass while thrusting his fingers inside me, not leisurely. It’s hard and deep, just like I need it. His ability to read my body and what I need amazes me. I convulse around his fingers, rocking my hips against them, my breasts rubbing against the couch, giving me the extra friction I need.

“Look at daddy’s girl, getting punished for that smart mouth I can’t wait to fuck one day,” he growls, increasing his efforts.

Warmth begins to spread from my head to my toes, setting my body on fire. My core tightens when his fingers move back and forth instead of up and down, creating a friction I never knew I needed as I chase my orgasm.

I’ve had orgasms before. I know my telltale signs, but this feels different. More intense.

And it’s all because of him.

He’s attentive and precise, and the lust in his eyes tells me he’s enjoying this as much as me. And that fact ramps up the tightening in my core. Elio Mazzo is fucking me with his fingers, and there’s nothing hotter than that at this moment.

“You’re close,” he husks, landing another smack on my ass. “Be good and come all over my lap.”

With a few more thrusts of his fingers and slaps on my ass, I do exactly that as I yell out his name over and over again. The release is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before, lasting longer than any previous orgasm I’ve had. The euphoria radiates throughout my entire body like fireworks, a feeling so intense I don’t know how I’ll ever accept anything less than this.

Once my orgasm subsides, I try to sit up, but all he does is flip me over onto my back. Before I can ask what he’s doing, his head is between my thighs and what a sight it is.

Elio wastes no time, licking my slit from top to bottom, making a moan of approval as he wraps his arm around my hips, pulling me flush to him. My fingers find his hair, tightening when he flicks my clit.

“Suck on it,” I mumble, surprising myself.

His head lifts up, my arousal on his beard. “What was that?”

“In my books, he usually sucks on her clit. But if you don’t like it, you don’t have to—”

“Like it? Dolcezza, I love it. You taste fucking phenomenal. Your cunt is perfect. Now let me take care of it because I enjoy it. Not because I feel obligated to, got it?” he clarifies. Once I nod, he adds, “And I was getting to that, but feel free to boss me around. I like it.”

I laugh, feeling relieved that he can make me feel cherished, safe, and desired all at the same time. I didn’t think I would be as comfortable as I am.

My laugh is cut short as he sucks on my clit, hard. My back arches, my hips rising, but he doesn’t let up. He grips my waist harder, keeping me flush to him as he sucks my clit, then gives me long, languid strokes before teasing my entrance.

He lifts his mouth for a brief second, his nose inhaling deeply, nudging against my slit before replacing it with his tongue.

I didn’t think I could feel the beginning of another orgasm, but I do. It’s rapid, a warm churning in my gut that spreads to my entire body, making it feel as if it’s on fire from his mouth.

His fingers enter me once more, and he fucks me with them rapidly as he traces my clit with his tongue. I yank on his hair, feeling a swirl of pleasure in my gut.

“Elio,” I whimper, needing him to finish me off.

“You’ll come when I’m done eating. Don’t interrupt me,” he snaps, returning to my pussy where he spends what feels like forever torturing me. He brings me close to the edge, only to pull back and ease up.

I’m dripping. I can feel a pool of wetness below my ass. In my books, I always assumed it was a fictional thing, where the guy loves going down on a woman.

Elio proved that theory wrong by the way his hands are tight on my body, making sure my pussy stays pressed up to his face, and the way he grunts and moans as he devours me with his tongue.

“It’s yours,” I whine, hoping this will grant me the orgasm I’m desperately seeking.

“Be more specific,” he drawls, kissing my inner thighs.

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