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I grab a fistful of her hair and buck up into her mouth, mindful not to be too rough with her. I rock into her with a steady rhythm, feeding her my cock bit by bit, until I hit the back of her throat.
She gags, her body freezes, and she pulls free. Tears glisten in the corner of her eyes as she stares at me, panting for breath.
I run my hand softly over her hair and across her face, watching her closely.
“Do you want to stop?” I ask, my voice strained.
It would just about kill me to stop now when the drum of my arousal is nearing its peak, but I will do it for her.
She shakes her head. “I want this. I want to please you,” she says softly.
“Thank fuck!”
That makes her smile and I bend over to take her face into my hands and reward her with a kiss.
When we break apart, I tuck a silky strand of hair behind her ear.
“Relax your throat and breathe through your nose, okay? If it gets too much tap my leg.”
She nods her head, and I let out a sharp hiss when she takes me into her mouth again.
“Fuck,dolcezza, that feels incredible.”
I grip her hair again and together we get into a rhythm that’s driving me straight to the edge. I’m barely hanging on.
When she lifts her hand to squeeze my balls, it’s game over.
“Swallow every drop,” I push out through gritted teeth, my legs shaking with the strain of trying to hang on for just a few extra seconds.
A bolt of white-hot pleasure shoots up my spine and I erupt in her mouth. Mari’s throat works hard to swallow my load, but still a little cum leaks out the sides. I run a thumb over her parted lips to collect it, and her tongue darts out to lick it off me.
Fuck me, this woman is something else.
How have I lived so long without her?
Actually, I don’t think I truly lived until I found her.
Now that the blinders are off, and I finally recognize what was in front of me all along, I cannot imagine ever letting her go.
I gather her in my arms and stride to the lounge in the corner. Sitting down, I cradle her against my chest, allowing both of our breaths to even out.
“That was absolute perfection. Tell me you’ve never done this before,” I say, needing her confirmation that I’ve been the first to corrupt her mouth.
“I haven’t.”
Thank fuck. I press my lips to hers and she opens willingly. I’ve never kissed a woman after she swallowed my cum. The thought of tasting myself used to gross me out, but with Mariella, everything has changed. This is an intimacy I can’t get enough of.
Working my lips down her throat and neck, I tell her, “Good. All your firsts belong to me. Now let’s go home.”
As I set Mari back on her feet and straighten to my full height, a quiet laugh escapes me. I wanted to leave this club determined for everyone to understand that Mari is mine. But it might be the other way round.
I very much feel like hers.
Chapter Forty-Nine
Mariella
“Wait here,” Mateo whispers against my kiss-swollen lips as he pulls his mouth from mine. Both our chests heave with the need to draw in much needed air.
