Sheathing my teeth, I bob down on him, taking in as much as I can, then begin sucking him with purpose.Slow, rhythmic, deliberate.Drawing on every technique learned in my handful of sexual experiences.
“Gesù Cristo,” he breathes, voice ragged, gritty, as he cradles the back of my head.“If—shit, baby…if I’d known you were this good with your mouth—ahhfuck.”
Wrapping both hands around him, fingers snug but gentle, I twist in opposite directions as I suck and shine his head.
“Motherfucker, what the—” His fingers tighten in my hair, his hips snapping upward.“Shit,I’m gonna….”
No, not yet.Not when I’m having so much fun.Right now, in this moment, he’smytoy.
Slow and deliberate, I ease up on the intensity.Then peer up at him with a teasing smile as I playfully tap his cock against my lips.
“You little…” he trails and throws his head back with a tortured laugh, like he’s contemplating all the ways he’s going to punish me for this later.
I stroke him lazily from base to tip, just enough to keep him from losing it.A thick bead of pre-cum oozes from the tip, and I smear it across my lips like gloss, dragging him back and forth over my mouth.
Reveling in the gravelly sounds of his torture, I lick and swirl and fondle and squeeze and tease…getting high off the sounds of his unraveling.
“Enjoying yourself down there?”he grits out, voice strangled and shaking with restraint.“You fucking—fuck...”
I massage his jewels with one hand, while the other caresses his swollen, reddened head, until more precum seeps out for me to lap up like it’s an elixir for immortality
Stefano groans deep, then curses through clenched teeth.“Keep fucking around and I’ll get up and fuck your mouth the way I think liars deserve.”His grip tightens in my hair.“If you’re not ready to feel my cock pounding the back of your throat, then suck my dick like the filthy little liar you are and make me fuckingcome.”
Nope.I’m definitelynotready for this unjustly large cock to be hammering the back of my throat.
Putting an end to my playtime, I swallow him down in one clean motion, deep-throating him with intension.And a raw, guttural groan reverberates from him.
Easing up a little, I fist him again and fall into a sweet rhythm, sucking and pumping in tandem.Working him like he’s truly mine.
Until his grunts grow deeper and his long legs become restless.
“You work my cock like you fuckingownit, beautiful,” he grits out.“You really are a Delilah, aren’t you?Sucking my cock so damn good to make me—holy…fuck—”
He taps my shoulder in warning, but I don’t move.His cock becomes hard as steel, the twitch and tightening at the base signaling his imminent release.
He taps me again, more urgently now.But instead of backing off, I take him deep again, until the tip hits the back of my throat.
A curse explodes from him as thick, hot liquid spills down my throat, his cock pulsing heavily against my tongue with each twisting wave.
Only when he’s emptied and his fingers loosen in my hair do I pull back and lick up every trace left behind.Once he’s clean, I tug his pants back up and sit back on my heels.
My lips are no doubt glistening with his taste, and I love it.I would suck him off all evening if he’d let me.
Medical wise, he’s squeaky clean.In perfect health.So I have no qualms licking up every drop of him.
Chest rising and falling, eyes heavy-lidded and dazed, he gazes down at me like he’s trying to solve an unsolvable equation.“You’re full of surprises, aren’t you, Delilah?”
I shrug.“You asked me to wake you up.”
A low chuckle rumbles in his chest.“Not the wake-up call I was expecting, but I prefer your methods.Five stars.Highly recommend.”
Fighting back a satisfied smile, I start to crawl away, but he catches my wrist and tugs me forward.
With firm hands, he clasps my hips and guides me astride him.My clit throbs as it settles against his semi.
Eyes drinking me in, he runs his hands slowly up my bare thighs, sliding under my dress.“You won’t believe me if I said I didn’t bring you here to fuck you.That I just wanted to stay in and spend time with you.Get to know you.Understand you.But now…” His voice dips as he squeezes my thighs, his lust-filled eyes fixed on my lips.“You’ve opened the door…given me a taste…of what that pretty little mouth can do.”
His hands move from my thighs up to the sweetheart neckline of my dress.One traces the curved edge, while the other tugs gently at the fabric.Little by little, inch by inch, until the soft pink of my areolas peeks out…and eventually, my taut nipples.