Page 46 of Cocky Jerk

“Fuck,” I rasp the second the bra falls to her lap.

Pulling her lower lip between her teeth, she uncrosses her arms and drops them to her side, revealing the most perfect pair of tits I’ve ever seen. I swallow hard as I drink her in, those pert nipples calling for my mouth.

Tearing my eyes away from them, I make work of her other boot. I lift both her legs and wind them around my waist. I take one breast in my hand, rolling my thumb over her nipple.

“You’re fucking perfect,” I tell her, giving her other tit a firm squeeze. “So goddamn perfect.”

She moans in response, and I bend my head, opening my mouth around her nipple. Sucking it, I use my tongue and teeth to taunt her. She arches against me, those leather pants sticking to my slick skin as I flick my tongue over her nipple. She cries out as I move to the other one, inflicting the same sweet torture on it. Between the scruff on my face and my teeth, her tits are red by the time I finally come up for air.

I take her mouth again, kissing her hard as I lower her back onto the mattress. Detangling her legs from my waist, I spread them apart. Peeling the leather from her legs is going to be a job in itself, but I’m up for the challenge and what a fucking beautiful challenge it is.

Standing up, I take a step forward. My knees touch the end of the mattress as I lean over her and slip my fingers under the elastic band of her pants.

“Lift your hips,” I order.

Fisting my comforter, she arches her body. Her ass lifts off the mattress as I start to peel the leather away, exposing the skimpy scrap of lace covering the sweetest part of her.

“Christ,” I rasp, forcing myself to focus on the task at hand. Once I’ve got the pants off, I push her legs further apart and bring two fingers to her lace covered pussy.

“You’re soaking wet,” I say, sliding my fingers up and down her slit, her arousal coating them. Instead of licking them clean like I want to, I lift my eyes to hers.

“How attached to these panties are you?”

“Why?” she pants.

“I’m about to destroy them.”

I don’t give her a chance to respond and slip my fingers under the lace, tearing them to the side with a forceful tug. The lace rips as I drop back to my knees and smash my mouth against her bare pussy. I lick her slowly, flicking my tongue against her clit.

“Fuck yes,” she cries as I lift her legs over my shoulders. Gripping her ass cheeks, I pull her toward my mouth. In and out, I slide my tongue deeper and deeper until her hips buck and she’s riding my tongue, chasing a high she’s desperate to feel.

Before she peaks, I pull away and right her panties. Ripped and all, I use the lace as friction and bring my fingers back to her clit, rubbing it in slow motions.

“You’re killing me, Pirelli,” she whimpers. “Give me your mouth again, I was almost there.”

“Not yet.”

“But…”

“Spread your legs wider,” I growl, removing my fingers. I finally give in and bring them to my mouth, sucking them clean. The taste of her explodes on my tongue. If I could bury myself between her legs and feast on her every day for the rest of my life, I’d die a happy man.

“Marco.”

I shake my head, releasing my fingers with a pop. My hand falls to the waistband of my jeans as my eyes lock with hers.

I can’t fucking take it anymore.

“Wider, Antonia,” I order, popping the button on my jeans. Dragging the denim down my legs, I kick them aside and grab my cock through my boxers, watching as her heels dig into my mattress as she widens her stance. Her hand moves between her legs, and she pushes the torn lace aside. Keeping her eyes pinned to mine, she inserts two fingers into her pussy.

“If you’re not going to…”

“Take your fingers out,” I growl.

“But.”

“Take your fucking fingers out of your pussy, Antonia.”

She does, and my hand closes around her wrist. Dragging her fingers to my mouth, I suck on them. Her breath hitches as I pull them from my mouth and press them to hers.

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