Page 86 of Depraved
“Goddamn, you give good head,” I groan, grinding into her face.
My balls pull up as I feel my climax building, making me want more from her. I reach my hand down, fingers weaving through her hair, and grip hard to hold her in place as I begin to push faster into her mouth.
The sensation tickles at the bottom of my stomach as it builds more and more with each stroke inside her hot fucking mouth.
“Fuck yes,” I growl, thrusting harder and faster.
Her eyes pool with tears, but she takes me, all of me, right to the back of her throat. Seeing her like this, me fucking her mouth as she kneels in front of me, takes me over the edge.
A gentleman would ask. But that’s not something I’ve ever been accused of. Instead, I let go, and it hits me like a Mack truck. I grit out a pained growl as I release into her mouth. Warm cum explodes down her throat as I watch her body undulate from her knees.
She swallows every last drop. And my dirty girl loves every damn minute. I pull back, letting her hair go, my breathing ragged, but she leans in and runs her tongue over my spent cock.
My body jumps, sensitive to the touch, but calms as she does it again, cleaning the glistening cum still on the tip of me.
“Good girl. Lick up every drop, and then I’ll reward you,” I say, breathless.
Sarah lifts my still-hard cock and slides her tongue under the base of my balls, running it all the way up my cock until she gets to the head. Her mouth closes over the tip and gives a small suck, pulling a groan from my throat, before she lets me glide slowly from between her plump lips.
She sits back on her heels, her hair falling over her shoulder, and looks up at me.
I’m struck by her beauty and completely halted by how I feel about her.
Sarah’s so strong and independent, and yet, she chooses to be mine. She’s given me such a gift. One I can never repay.
“You’ve never looked more beautiful,” I say reverently. “Because you choose to sit at my feet when you know that I would be the very ground you walked on if you asked.”
“I love you, Dante,” she answers even though I didn’t ask a question.
Her voice is so sincere and raw that before I can think, I’m kneeling down in front of her, making us equal. Because we are, even when she’s on her knees. This woman has taken hold of me, and I’ll be damned if I ever allow her to let go.
My hands cradle her face as I speak, our lips almost touching as I press my forehead to hers.
“Love isn’t enough. It’s not a big enough or a strong enough word. Love is something that people can stop feeling. But what I feel for you, Sarah…it’s more. Whatever I’ve fallen into isn’t something I can fall out of. You’re inside me. In my veins.” I grab her trembling hands and bring them both to my chest. “It beats for you. Only you. So, if I have to settle for the word love, then I’ll say it a hundred times a day, so it will measure at least half of what I feel.”
She scrambles onto my lap and wraps her arms around my neck, molding our mouths together, causing us to tumble backward.
“I love you,” I mumble between kisses as she answers back.
Rolling on top of her, I spread her legs, using my knees to push in between. I kiss her lips one last time and travel downward, slowly dusting kisses and “I love you’s” against her soft skin until it’s not my words I hear anymore, but instead, her pleasured screams.
“That’s not what you’re wearing,” I bark from the living room.
Luca chuckles as the girls walk out of my bedroom all wearing slinky “barely there” dresses. But Sarah is pushing the envelope the most in a silk, black stringy number that doesn’t hide a goddamn thing.
“Thank you,” she says, pleased with herself, turning in a circle as Gretchen and Drew laugh.
I stand from the couch, crossing my arms. “You didn’t hear me. You’re not wearing that.”
Sarah saunters toward me grinning and not at all intimidated.
“See, what I hear you saying is, ‘Damn, you look hot.’ And I really like that version.”
Her hands brush the lapels of my tux, and I stare down at her, trying for an angry glare, but when she winks up at me, I can’t stop the side of my mouth tugging up into a grin.
“People are gonna die tonight, Billy. And it’ll be your fault.”
Her shoulders shake with humor as I grab her waist, smacking her ass before I bend down and kiss her.
