Page 102 of Liberated By Sin

“Amalia and I are meeting tomorrow for lunch. She seems nice.”

“Debatable, considering she pointed a gun at my face.”

Amara laughed and smeared cream on my lips. “Well, to be fair, I’d do the same if someone threatened your life.”

“Yeah? You must like me or something.”

With her hands on my cheeks, she licked the white frosting, and her eyes darkened. “Something like that.”

“Is that all?” I asked, pushing her robe over her shoulders. It pooled on the counter and around her waist. I flicked her exposed nipple withmy thumb and kissed the other until both jutted into perfectly taut peaks.

Amara reached for my glass of whiskey, took a sip, and pinched a small ice cube between her fingers.

“I don’t know that I deserve you…” she said, tracing my lip.

“Bullshit. You deserve the world. And I’m going to give it to you.”

I sucked the cube into my mouth and brushed the cold tip over her nipple. She moaned softly at the chilly sensation and curled her fingers into my hair.

“All I need is you, Santi.”

My hands cupped behind her knees, and I tugged her closer, alternating between her breasts. The ice melted against her warm skin, creating small rivulets down her stomach.

“I’m not going anywhere,preziosa,” I murmured, licking up the droplets as the shrunken cube slid out of my mouth and between her legs.

Her white thong was already damp before the melting ice, and I decided the wetter, the better. Spreading her thighs, I swiped my tongue against the cloth and trapped it between my teeth.

“I need you to make it so I can’t walk,” she said with a light moan, pushing my face closer to her pussy.

She didn’t need to tell me twice. My favorite dessert was spread open, wet, and begging to be devoured.

I slid the white fabric down her legs, tossed it, then tugged her to my mouth. Every lick of my tongue made her jolt and cry my name. Amara never looked more beautiful than when she was drunk with lust, on the verge of coming apart on my cock or in my mouth. It filled me with pride and a sense of purpose. I wanted to break her, erase her pain, and put her back together time and time again. I’d spend the rest of my life buried inside her until it was only me she remembered.

“How about we make this interesting?” When I pressed a kiss to her swollen clit, her thighs shuddered around my head. She was two tongue strokes away from coming.

“Interesting?” she panted, yanking my hair. “Like me killing you kind of interesting?”

I laughed and flicked her one last time before reaching for another ice cube and sucking it into my mouth. With an ass cheek in each hand, I pressed the cold cube against her with the flat of my tongue.

“Oh…my god,” she whimpered, leaning back on her elbows and dipping her head. “Maybe you’ll kill me first.”

The droplets mixed with her arousal, and I’d never been thirstier. I lapped and sucked until my head was in a vise between her thighs, and she was cursing and praying in Portuguese.

“Santi, wait,” she cried, scooting away as I continued drinking down every drop.

Gripping her knees, I yanked her back to my hungry mouth and spread her open. “I haven’t had my fill yet. Let me enjoy my own little creamsicle.”

Amara couldn’t help chuckling between hard breaths and her pleas for mercy. It wasn’t until she came apart again and reached for a fork that I swept my tongue over her clit one last time and released her legs.

“You…were…this…close,” she breathed, collapsing on the counter.

“I’ll risk your wrath every time,preziosa, if it means getting my fill and making sure my girl is properly tongue-fucked.”

She flashed me her brightest smile, and I couldn’t help but do the same. Only I felt the heat of that gesture in my chest, my heart swelling as my love for her grew and moved through me.

“I love you,” I said, scooping her into my arms as I made my way through the home.

“Santi, I need you to know…”

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