Page 85 of Hostile Secret
I lean forward and smear pulp over her mouth, pushing a little bit of it past her teeth. “Be a good little whore and enjoy your breakfast.”
She obediently licks and chews, widening her legs like a gymnast to welcome me closer. My balls cramp. Without conscious thought, I’m bent over, close to her face as she swallows the mushy watermelon.
“My turn,” I growl, tapping her cheek. Though not too hard, and then hollow her flushed cheeks with my fingertips. The thrill of her becoming the hottest fucking sensation I’ve ever had.
Stuffing my tongue deep into her throat, I taste what’s mine and mentally argue with my dick as it begs to ruin her.
Ignoring it, I rear back and move between her legs to devour the lush watermelon sweetness that is India Hardy.
When her full name drifts into my thoughts, it annoys me. She should be an official Souza. All or nothing. Complicit loyalty—and only mine to play with.
She clutches the hair on top of my head and moans, her hips canting into my face. My pulse throbs and my dick weeps.
“It’s not enough…” she pants. “I want more… of you… of this…”
I lift my eyes, our gazes fusing. “Such a greedy little whore, aren’t you?” My hiss lets us both know my own patience is threadbare. India moans when my fingers saw in and out of her heat, neither of us breaking eye contact. “Not today, baby. When the time is right, I’ll fill you up good.”
In the seconds following, my teeth clamp down on her swollen clit and then I bury my tongue in her cunt. Her back arches and she cries out, “Oh, God, Giovanni. Please!”
I swirl her clit one more time and her body starts to shake, giving in to a pelvis pulsating release.
Lying here before me, spread out on the breakfast table like an exotic treat, she’s the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen.
My dick thickens to excruciating heights of stiffness. All the hot blood in my veins pumps faster, heating me with this intolerable ache to fuck.
When her body stops trembling, I grab her by the nape and guide her to sit. “Take my dick out and wrap your mouth around it.”
She obeys without thinking twice. In fact, she licks her lips and slowly lowers the zipper in a game of seduction.
But I’m too edgy. Too hungry for a release and when that happens, I want my cum to hit the back of her throat. That way, she’ll taste watermelon and cum all day.
My fingers weave through her hair. I haul her off the table and push her to the floor, where she kneels before me. Her small fingers fumble with the button on my jeans and then she splays the sides wide, slipping her fingers under my boxer briefs to fully free my boner.
“Your mouth. My dick. Now,” I demand with a hiss, ready to shoot my load.
This pretty little thing knows I’m ready to explode, especially when a subtle smile dances upon her pink lips and she hums. My nostrils flare as I inhale. The way she affects me is fucking criminal.
It takes the highest level of self-discipline to stay in control. However, the effort I’m forcing makes my head thump and my breathing come fast.
She squeezes her eyes shut briefly and when they reopen, all I see is lust. A filthy, dark desire to match my own. Firmly wrapping her fingers around the base of my dick, she drags her tongue from root to crown.
“Spit on it.” I instruct, and she obeys. Blue eyes gaze up at me as she spits on the tip and glosses her lips with it. “Christ,” I exhale in a rumbled growl and rub a hand over my heart where it’s going fucking berserk. “Choke on it, my little whore.” I thrust deep into her throat, feeling a wild storm of ownership sweep through me. “You don’t know how hard it was not to rip your bikini off on Sin Island.” I tell her, looking down at her as she gags. “To wait.”
I stoop over her and weave my fingers into her hair, tight to the scalp to secure her head in place. “I want your voice hoarse, and your throat fucked, so when you talk to your friends today there’s no doubt what you enjoyed for breakfast.”
My balls are on fire, growing insanely hot when she hums. I pull her back off my dick, hearing her inhale, then thrust in deeper, quicker, faster. She gags and retches, but doesn’t fight against me, dutifully allowing me to fuck her face.
Every muscle tenses as I try to stretch it out as long as possible before I surrender to this madness. It happens in a heartbeat. My balls draw up and a crest of debilitating heat charges through me when she lets out a greedy little moan. The vibration jolts right through my dick. In that second, I’m completely at her mercy.
Vulnerable like never before.
My core clenches and my lust drunk veins run hotter than an inferno. “What a good little whore you are, baby.”
Widening my stance, my spine stiffens, and cum erupts. Her nails dig into my wrists and saliva leaks from the stretched corners of her mouth.
“Fucking beautiful,” I groan.
I could truly choke this woman to death with my dick.
