Page 73 of Veil of Vengeance

“Don’t run your mouth and don’t go running around my house without asking,” I say, and she fake pouts.

“I’m sorry, master, have I broken the rules?” she says mockingly. I huff out a laugh before grabbing her jaw.

“You like being a smartass, don’t you?” I murmur against her lips, but she doesn’t answer because I seal our lips together and slip the violet into her hair. She reaches to feel it, but I grab her hand. With a small smirk, her hands roam my naked arms before grasping my shoulders. She pushes me back until I stop on the edge of the stone bench, breaking off the kiss and giving me a peck on my lips before sinking to her knees. I swallow and try to calm my breathing when I figure out her intentions. Her eyes flicker to my face as she sinks her teeth in her lower lip and hooks her fingers in my sweatpants. She looks back down at my crotch, her eyes widening a little when she notices my cock pressing against them. My gloved hands fist at my sides.

“Take them off already, or you’re going to burn a hole in them.” I reach to take another puff, pressing the butt of it between my teeth when she abruptly yanks my sweatpants down with my boxers. My hard cock smacks my abs, and Valentina runs her tongue across her bottom lip at the sight.

“I’m going to fuck your face if you don’t stop moving at the pace of a fucking snail,” I say through clenched teeth. She narrows her eyes at my warning before her lips close around the head of my dick. I groan when she swirls her tongue around it before taking more of me in, gagging a bit before continuing.

“Remember, breathe through your nose and take it slow.” I run my hand through her raven hair as I instruct her, tugging a little at the roots. Her moan vibrates through my whole body and her eyes glaze over, tears welling before they roll down her plump cheeks. I swipe my thumb across them, cooing, “You’re taking me so well.”

The humidity clings to my skin and a fine shine slicks my body as I try to hold myself back. I grip Valentina’s shoulders and thrust into her mouth, my cock hitting the back of her throat. My groan is drowned by the sound of my balls slapping against her chin. As my body shakes, I try to hold back my ejaculation.

“Move one of your hands off my thigh and lift your little dress.”

Valentina follows what I tell her, flipping back her dress, showing her little black panties.

“Move your panties to the side and push in one finger.”

More tears roll down her cheeks as she moves her middle finger between her wet folds. Her whimper sends a quiver through my cock.

“Fuck yourself with your finger, but don’t come until I tell you.”

She plunges her finger deeper into her pussy, shuddering as she continues to take my cock in her mouth. My stomach tightens as I watch her choke on my cock.

“Fuck yourself with another finger.” Valentina fumbles to add another finger inside her, the ones still on my thighs sinking into my muscles. My skin sizzles as my hand tightens on her head, my fingers digging into her scalp. She makes a strangled noise at the back of her throat as she struggles to stop herself from coming.

“Don’t come until I tell you,” I growl. My skin prickles as I feel myself getting close. As my breathing picks up, my thrusts begin to get sloppy, and a buzz settles in the back of my head. I give a couple more thrusts before I tense and hold her head in place, coming in her mouth. My head tilted up toward the ceiling, my vision fading.

When my eyes move back to Valentina, I find her face flushed, tears wetting cheeks, and her fingers still buried in her pussy. I pull back and my cock comes out of her swollen lips with a pop, cum dripping down her chin. My thumb swipes it, and I push it back into her mouth. She moans around my thumb, lapping at it with her warm tongue.

“Take your fingers out and get on the bench.” I take my thumb out of her mouth and watch her as she pulls her two small fingers out of her wet cunt.

She slowly gets up to her feet, her dress falling to cover her pussy. I steady her when she sways, and turn us, pushing her onto the stone bench. Valentina wipes the rest of her tears off her cheeks, trying to dry them as she watches me lift my boxers and sweats up. I tug at her little dress, exposing her dark brown nipples.

I kneel, placing my knees on each side of her thighs. Her nipples are hard, looking so beautiful, and I tease one with my finger before slipping one in my mouth while twisting the other. As I swirl my tongue around her peaked nipple, a whimper slips from her lips. I love how she’s so responsive to my touch that a mere nipple teasing can turn her into a moaning mess. I bite her nipple before running over it with my tongue.

Her back arches, pushing them farther into my face, another moan leaving her lips. “Oh, God.”

I speak against her. “Asking God for help won’t stop me from fucking you.” I run my tongue over her nipple one more time and then kiss her lips. She bites my bottom lip in a teasing manner, causing me to growl in her mouth. Valentina giggles before sealing her lips to mine, kissing me with a desperation I’ve never seen from her before. It turns me on even more, and I kiss her back with increased hunger. When I pull back, watching her tear-stricken face, disappointment flashes in her honey-colored eyes.

“Pull the skirt of your dress up,” I command.

She swallows, her hands moving to comply. My hand snakes forward, ripping her black panties off, earning a gasp from her swollen lips. Her gasp turns into a moan when I thrust two fingers inside her.

“You’re so fucking wet. You want my cock, don’t you, ragazza?” I swallow the moaned response, grazing my teeth across her little chin as I pull back.

“Do you feel yourself drenching my fingers? You enjoy fucking the man who took you from your family? You like being my dirty little whore?”

Her nipples rub against my chest due to her chest rising rapidly, and she clenches around my fingers. An amused breath leaves me like a sigh, feeling her soak my fingers even more.

“Do you enjoy being called my dirty little whore, hmm? Tell me, ragazza mocciosa,” I demand, our lips a breadth away from each other. Her tongue peeks out and demands entrance to my mouth as I tease her clit with my thumb.

“You’re my good little fucking whore, and you’re going to come on my fingers, aren’t you?”

“Oh, God, yes...” she whispers. “Yes.” Her lips hover over mine, parted as her pussy tightens around my fingers. Head rolling back, her hair falls off her shoulders. My other hand grabs the back of her neck.

“Eyes on me, Val. I want you to be looking at me when you come.”

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