Page 47 of Caruso
My dark angel. Fuck, how did I get so lucky?
“What happens now?”
She is nervous; it’s obvious as she bites down on her lower lip, and I soften my voice.
“I’m going to instruct you, and it’s for a reason.”
“What?”
I point to the floor.
“Kneel.”
She doesn’t hesitate and drops to her knees, and I stand before her and say firmly, “Pull down my pants.”
She obeys, and the widening of her eyes as my cock reveals itself is almost comical, and her lower lip trembles as she whispers, “I can’t deal with that.”
“Take it in your hand.” I command, and she swallows nervously before doing as I say, and as her light fingers wrap around my cock, it’s like a stallion buckling under a novice rider.
“Feel it, kiss it, get used to it.”
I grit my teeth as she presses a soft kiss to the stretched skin, her tongue flicking out as she drags itaround the crown, licking the pre-cum like a pro, sounds of contentment rumbling from deep inside her.
“Now take it in your mouth, get used to how it fills you, stretching your cheeks, moving inside you.”
She nods, her mouth sliding over it, stopping halfway as it touches the back of her throat. She groans and pulls out, her eyes clouded with disappointment.
“It’s too big; it won’t fit.”
“It will fit, baby girl. You just have to be brave.”
With determination, she slides it in again, adjusting it so she almost swallows it whole, and I’m impressed that she doesn’t gag as I touch the back of her throat. She pulls away, then goes in deeper, concentrating on accommodating my length, the girth filling her mouth from the floor to the roof. Her drool aids it inside and runs down the side, and observing her approach the task with concentration is a difficult thing to watch. It’s turning me on way too much, and I squeeze my eyes tightly shut.
I have been known to choke women before. Ramming my cock down their throats for my carnal pleasure. Their tears mingling with their saliva as I punish them for being so cheap. Whores if you like. I am cruel, unforgiving and a monster. But not with her. Never with her. This lesson is all about making it better—for her.
When I enter her, it will hurt like fuck, and I need her to understand it’s a fleeting pain. That it will get better and her body will overcome the invasion, the rewards sweeter for it. This is more about her than me, and yet the pleasure she is giving me is so intense it’s almost over before it’s begun.
As she squeezes my cock with her tongue, I try to empty my mind of any pleasure and concentrate on her lesson instead.
Once she has achieved a rhythm and is swallowing my cock like a pro, I pull back and hiss, “Enough.”
“Did I do it wrong?” Her anxiety reaches out to me, and I smile.
“No, but if I’m going to honor my promise to you, I must change the location.”
I reach down and pull her to her feet, and as she falls against my chest, her tits graze my skin, and she gazes up into my eyes and surprises me by planting a soft kiss on my lips.
I groan as I slide my fingers through her hair and deepen the kiss, our tongues twisting, turning and devouring. Passion ignited, senses blurred. This is the moment; this is when she becomes mine.
I back her up to the bed and lower her down gently, kissing her with a fierce passion that surprises me. I kick her legs apart as I settle between them, my cock hard, ready and eager, her skin flushed and dripping with anticipation.
I stare into her eyes and say huskily, “You are a virgin and therefore clean. By your own admission, you are on birth control. I have never been inside a woman bareback before, so tonight will be a first for both of us.”
Her smile catches me off guard. “I give you my permission, Matteo.”
For some reason, her words tug at my heartstrings.She is young, defenseless and soft, and yet she retains her superiority over me that has me worshipping at her feet.
Permission. Nobody has ever said that to me before because I never ask. I take, and yet she is different. She holds herself apart from other women and demands respect, even when she is down on her luck with nothing.
