Page 57 of Stolen Vows
I hook my fingers into his waistband.
He snarls and grabs my wrists.Rejection pierces my heart, but liquid desire floods my veins when I meet his eyes.
“An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth,” he growls.
Wetness drips down my inner thigh.I smirk and pull his waistband down.His cock springs free.My mouth waters.
I wrap my hands around him and lick his tip before I lose my nerve.He curses and buries his hands in my hair.
His salty musk coats my tongue.
I want more, so I run the flat of my tongue over his slit.
“Mio Dio, you’re trying to kill me,” he growls.
I smirk with my lips pressed against him.He groans when I open my mouth and slide the first half inch of his shaft inside.My jaw aches as I try to avoid scraping him with my teeth, but after a bit of fumbling, I find a rhythm that has him cursing and moaning with every stroke.
I explore every inch of him, intrigued with the veins on his shaft and how he jerks when I flick my tongue over his mushroom tip and take him so far into my mouth I gag.
He tightens his hands in my hair and tilts my head.I meet his eyes with my lips stretched around his girth.
“I’m close,paperotta.Swallow every drop.Capisci?”he growls.
I nod.He drops his head back and groans.
I swirl my tongue around him and gag when he thrusts and hits the back of my throat.
He snarls and holds my head captive as he works his cock in and out of my mouth.The ease with which he takes control is terrifying.I fight, afraid he’ll block my airway, but he comes with a string of curses without invading my throat.Salty musk spurts from his tip and coats my tongue.I swallow and whimper when the flow becomes too much.
He releases my hair and spans his thick digits around my head.
“Swallow,” he demands.
I do.
When his cock stops jerking, I lift my head, keeping suction until his tip pops free.
Wonder and pride flow through me.I never thought Mario Luciano could look so satisfied.
The moment he recovers, a devilish smirk lifts his lips.
My nipples and clit pulse with need.
He hauls me up his body, yanks my shorts off, wraps my fingers around the headboard, and parts my knees around his head.With calloused digits, he grabs my ass and pulls me down to his face.
He runs the flat of his tongue over the whole of my sex.I shriek and try to pull away, but he hooks his forearms over my thighs and holds me right where he wants me.
With fiendish delight, he tortures me with lips and tongue, unrelenting as he feasts.
I can’t breathe.My head swims.
Pressure builds in my core.
He presses a fingertip to my entrance and positions his mouth over my clit.I shake my head.His teeth flash white in the morning sun.
I scream and fly apart as he bites my clit with the barest of pressure and pushes his finger into my pussy to the first knuckle.Delicious agony flows through my veins.My release coats his hand and chin.
I shake and fight for oxygen as my orgasm fades.
