Page 76 of Forgotten Sacrifice
“Why are you staring at me?” Luna says with sleep in her voice, eyes remaining closed.
“I’m deciding how I’m going to fuck you,” I admit.
Her eyes snap open. “Haven’t you fucked me every way imaginable?”
Iclickmy tongue. “We need to work on your imagination.”
Positioning Luna on her back, I straddle her, wrapping my hand around my dick and giving it a few pumps. She watches with curiosity as I press her tits together, massaging them.
“Mmm,” she says, licking her lips, and jizz leaks from my head, running down my shaft. How I have any bodily fluids left is a testament to how far gone my dick is for this girl.
“Such pretty tits. They’ll look even prettier covered in my cum.”
She whimpers as I thrust forward, sliding my dick between her cleavage. Pushing her tits closer together, I create a nice, tight space for me to fuck. Not as deliciously tight as her cunt, but nothing compares to Luna’s perfect cunt.
“How am I going to come?” Luna asks, eyes heavy with desire.
“Greedy little thing,” I chastise. “Daddy’s going to come, I’m going to feed you, and then your sweet little cunt is going to feed me.”
“Mmm, yes.” She moans, her body writhing so beautifully beneath me.
I whisper filthy words in Italian as I fuck her tits, the delicious smell of our sex permeating the room. “You’re so fucking gorgeous.” I switch over to English, and her face flushes at the compliment. “And what do you say?”
“Thank you, Daddy.”
“See, you can be a good girl.”
Luna flips me off, and I snap my teeth at her finger. She yelps in surprise, jerking her hand down.
I laugh, fucking her tits as my orgasm builds higher and higher. My balls tingle as I grab my dick in my hand, jerking it roughly. “Fuck, Luna, I’m coming.” I grunt as hot ribbons of cum land on her tits and stomach.
Taking a moment to catch my breath, I roll off her and trace my fingers through my handiwork. I want to burn this image into my memory: Luna in my bed, desireandannoyance in her eyes, covered so beautifully in my cum.
“I seem to remember a promise of you feeding me,” she sasses.
I feed her my finger covered in cum, and she eagerly laps it up. Before I get hard—again—I hop up and walk to the bathroom, returning with a wet rag. Her eyes drift closed as I gently clean my cum from her soft skin. “I’m going to make breakfast. Sleep,” I tell her, kissing the top of her head before I walk out.
First order of business is coffee, as I’m fucking exhausted…and I’ve never been happier about it.
Next, I whisk eggs for an omelet, adding a pinch of salt, pepper, and chopped parsley. Getting that in the pan, I rummage through the fridge.Pane, Burro e Marmellata, it is.
While the bread toasts, I check on the omelet, grading some parmesan reggiano on top before giving it a flip. Working fast, I grab the bread, slathering butter and a dollop ofapricotjam on top.
A ridiculous smile spreads across my face.
I begin plating, and even though it pains me, I grab a soda and pop the top, pouring it over a glass of ice.
Carrying the tray to my bedroom, I find the bed empty. Sitting the tray down, I check the bathroom; also empty.
“Luna,” I call, walking across the hall to her room. Trying the handle, the door’s locked. I knock loudly. “Luna, come back to bed. Breakfast’s ready.”
“I’m not hungry.”
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.”
“Open the damn door.”
