Page 72 of Worth the Heat
“Oh?” I cock an eyebrow. “What motives do you have?”
Her smile is sweet, but her eyes are deceptively sparkling. There’s a devilish glint, and as I’m trying to decipher the look, she drops to her knees and has my pants undone in seconds. Opening her mouth wide, Isabella takes me to the back of her throat, and my knees buckle.
“Goddamn, baby,” I choke, but a hand grabs onto her hair, holding her against me. I want to fuck her face so badly. I want to see mascara running down her cheeks, and feel her choke around me. It’s probably a little sick and twisted, but as I watch Isabella’s pupils blow out with desire, I think she might just like a little pain with her pleasure too. “Do you want me to fuck your face?”
She nods, taking a hand and placing it on top of mine, pushing her head against me even harder. She swallows, and black spots dot my vision at how phenomenal it feels. “Tap my thighs twice if you need me to stop.”
The vixen shakes her head, then winks at me, before sliding her mouth off my cock. “I want it to hurt, Sebastian. Make it fucking hurt.”
Holy fucking Christ.
“You want it to hurt?” She nods. “You want me to make ithurt, maybe treat you like my little slut?” Her eyes close in bliss, and she moans as she sucks me deep into her mouth again. Fucking hell. Her mouth should come with a warning label. Sweet and quiet Isabella Santo, the introverted baker, deep throats like a porn star.
Wrapping her hair around my fist, I begin thrusting into her mouth, every few strokes holding my cock as deep into her throat as possible. She moans happily, fondling my balls, then hollows out her cheeks to suck hard. I hiss as I fight off my impending orgasm, wanting to live in this moment for as long as possible. She’s a vision on her knees before me, and she knows it. Grasping her hand in mine, I intertwine our fingers together as I continue to rut into her mouth.
“So fucking good,” I grit out. “Gonna come down your throat so hard. Be a good girl and swallow every drop. Good girls get to come again. Good girls get to sit on my face and drown me. Are you a good fucking girl?”
Sucking as hard as she can, she doesn’t answer. Instead, she slips a hand between my ass cheeks, and slips a fingertip right against a spot I’ve only touched myself. The orgasm shoots up my spine so fast I barely have time to ready myself, and I certainly don’t have time to warn her. Rope after rope of cum shoots down her throat as I roar her name.
I’m shaking as I rest one forearm on the counter, my vision blurry as Isabella licks me slowly. She drags her tongue around the tip sensually, making my body shake, and one last drop appears. She sweetly licks it off, and that’s when my knees can’t hold me up.
“Oof!” Isabella groans as I fall half on her. “Are you okay?”
“I should be asking you that,” I reply, my voice as hoarse as I’ve ever heard it. “What the actual fuck was that?”
She smiles at me as she stands to wash her hands. “What? A girl can’t pick up some tricks here or there?”
I chuckle breathlessly. “I low-key want to murder whichever men taught you all of that, but I also want to thank them tremendously.”
Isabella giggles as she dries her hands and joins me on the ground. We’re laying on my kitchen floor after the best blow job of my fucking life, and I don’t have the energy to move. “Some things I’ve learned along the way, but porn is pretty dang educational when you want to learn stuff. Granted, I’m lucky that I don’t have a gag reflex, but how to give a good blow job is essential for any woman. It turns out I also really love giving them, so I put effort into the craft.”
“I fucking love you,” I mumble, and she cackles. “Now get up here and sit on my face.”
“Sebastian!” she hisses, her eyes darting to the stairs. “Your daughter is right up there!”
I manage to rise to my elbows and stare at her incredulously. “Are you kidding me? You just sucked me off in the same space. How is it any different?”
“I don’t know, it just is,” she says, exasperatedly. “Camila coming downstairs and witnessing a blow job is more easily explained as I dropped something, your zipper broke, or I was fixing my shoe. Me naked from the waist down, sitting on your face? How do we explain that one, Mr. Smartypants?”
Good point.
“Just so I’m clear on the Isabella Santo sex rules, am I allowed to eat your pussy in our bedroom?”
“Yes, as long as the door is locked.” Camila mastered unlocking the door well over a year ago, but I’m not telling Isabella that.
“And the shower?”
“Again, with the door locked.” Isabella sits up so we’re eye to eye.
“What about the couch? Dom said something about him andLuca coming over tomorrow, and baby, I really want to fuck you there before then. I want to know you’ve come on my face, and then my cock, before your brothers have to sit right there.” Yeah, it’s weird. And no, I’ll never blatantly tell them that they’re sitting in a place where I fucked their sister. But just the thought of knowing that I’ve had her, right where they’ll inevitably sit in the future, is oddly intoxicating.
Isabella stares at me, wide-eyed, and I wonder if I’ve gone too far. That is, until she says, “Get your ass in the other room before I change my mind.”
Yes, ma’am. Scrambling to my feet, I pull my pants and underwear up, then grab Isabella around the waist and throw her over my shoulder. She shrieks, covering her mouth with her hands, as I jog into the living room. I lie on the couch, then motion for her to climb up. “I wasn’t fucking kidding,Mami. Sit on my fucking face.”
I expect her to be self-conscious, or tentative, but she surprises me once again by dropping her shorts and scrambling up my body. “You left your thong on.”
“Rip it off then,” she retorts, depositing her pussy directly on my mouth. I groan as her scent and taste fill my mouth, and I suck her clit into my mouth through the flimsy fabric. She gasps, groans, then covers her mouth with the corner of a throw pillow. Gyrating shamelessly on my face, I watch, mesmerized, as she positions herself exactly where she needs. “Suck my clit until I come.”
