Page 84 of Masked Hearts

Antonio chokes on his spit as he stares at me with wide eyes, his pupils completely dilated. “Yo-you want me to fuck your throat? Those books of yours really are teaching you everything you need to know.”

I giggle and nod. “Just be careful…”

His fingers cup the side of my face, causing me to look up at him.

“Have you ever done this before?”

“No,” I say sheepishly, suddenly shy even though it was my suggestion in the first place.

“Are you sure you want me to?”

I nod again, this time taking his cock in my hand, more sure of my decision.

I wrap my lips around him again and slowly begin taking him into my mouth, swirling my tongue around him.

“Fucking hell, Theá,” he curses as he adjusts himself, his hand making its way into my curls. “Relax your jaw for me,tesoro.”

I do as he asks, trying to calm myself.

His first thrust comes slowly and hesitantly. He’s testing the waters, and when he sees that I’m still good, he starts finding a steady pace as his length slides in and out of my mouth.

With each thrust, he goes just slightly deeper, and the more I relax, the more of him I can take. His grip on my hair becomes almost vice-like as his thrusts pick up the pace. “Fuck,tesoro,your mouth feels fucking amazing.”

The way Antonio moans and the way his dick moves in my mouth feels erotic, it feels dirty. I’ve never let a man use me in this way, use me to drive himself to pleasure. The more he thrusts, the wetter I can feel myself getting between my legs, my panties probably soaked.

Antonio notices me clenching my thighs and says, “Touch yourself, make yourself feel good, too.”

I do as he says without a second thought, allowing my hand to slip under my dress and between my legs. The second my fingers touch my clit, I let out a moan, and it causes Antonio to hunch over as if he’s been punched in the gut.

“God,tesoro,you’re fucking amazing,” he praises as he rubs my cheek. His other hand contradicts his sweet actions as it grips my hair even tighter as he thrusts even deeper.

“F-fuck, I’m going to come,” he whimpers suddenly, and I feel his cock twitch in my mouth. I maintain his previous pace, even though he’s no longer thrusting. “Theá—mmph—you have to p-pull away.Merda.”

His hand attempts to pull me off his length, and no matter how much I struggle against it, trying to let him cum in my mouth, he manages to pull me off.

Unfortunately, it’s too late since he comes on my lips, my chest, and a bit of my dress.

He’s barely come to his full senses before apologising and trying to stand up to hand me tissues.

“Will you relax?” I chuckle, taking the tissue from him.

“Wh-what about your dress?” he chokes out, suddenly showing signs of nervousness.

I take a finger, dragging it across my chest, collecting the cum on my dress as well as the bit on my chest and chin. I meet his eyes as I slip the finger into my mouth, sucking his release off it.

“You’re a fucking dream come true.” He slumps back. “Come here.” He pulls me to him, reconnecting our lips.

“I want you,” I whisper, and he pulls back, his wide eyes searching mine.

“Theá…” he starts, and I roll my eyes.

I grab his face in my hands and force him to look at me. “Antonio, I want you to fuck me, make love to me, do whatever you want to me. I want you to ruin every other man for me because I don’t think I could ever want someone as much as I want you.”

“Are you sure?” His eyes are soft.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”

Chapter thirty

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