Page 72 of My Dark Fairy Tale
I groaned as I brought my face to her chest, kissing along the neck of the dress until goose bumps blossomed on her skin. I couldn’t resist the urge to bite a bruise into the flesh beside hercornicello, and when I was done, I rubbed the pink skin with my thumb.
“Now everyone who doubted will know just how much you are mine.”
“Io sono tua,” she breathed, pushing down the cups of her dress so that her pretty breasts were bathed in moonlight. “Please, Raffa.”
I complied with her silent plea and ducked to lave her nipple, using my fingers to twist the other tight in my grip. Her cry was choked off, hips squirming against the bench as she sought pressure to satisfy the ache growing between her thighs.
“Are you already wet for me?” I asked against the bottom curve of her pale breast, biting into it because I liked the look of her ringed in teeth marks. “The only romance I am willing to give is this moonlit garden. What I want to do to you would make your virgin ears blush.”
Her breath caught before she said, “I want you to tell me. I want to be shocked. I want you to break open this locked box inside me filled with fantasies I don’t know how to voice.”
I lifted her other breast to my mouth and sucked a bruise beside her nipple before giving it the attention she begged me for with wordless moans.
“I want to taste your sweetfigaagain. Lick you until you are leaking down both thighs and screaming for me to ease the ache in your pussy needing to be filled.” I raised my fingers to her mouth and rubbed my thumb over her bottom lip so it fell open at my touch and then slowly slid one finger, then two and three, over her tongue as I spoke. “I would start with one and then work you open on my fingers to train your untried pussy to take my cock. I think you would start to cry, pretty tears leaking down your face as you begged shamelessly for me to fuck you. Would you cry for me,cerbiatta?”
“Yes,” she gasped around my fingers before sucking them harder into her mouth, rolling her tongue around the tips.
“And I would fill you up, but first, I would fuck this lovely mouth and teach you to take me deep into your throat, so I would show you how to take my cock the way I like. Rough and deep.”
She groaned around my fingers. I took her hand and laid it against the thick ridge of my trapped cock. “Can you imagine taking all this inside you? In your mouth and your throat and your delicious pussy?”
“Yes,” she said again when I removed my fingers, lifting her head from its supine position between her shoulders to reveal blown-out pupils, eyes glazed as if she was high off my dark fantasies and desperate for another hit. “You’d have to teach me. I’ve never done that before.”
“I can do that,” I promised, gripping her chin hard to punch a kiss to her lips before I stood up and took off my jacket.
She watched, panting, breasts wet and limned in silver light as I placed the inside of my blazer on the grass beside the bench.
“On your knees, pretty fawn.”
Our eyes collided like two cars, the sensation crashing through my body, rearranging my molecules until I was someone else entirely than I had been before. I watched as her trembling hand raised to her damp mouth, and I thought for one moment it was fear that moved her.
But then she was almost falling in her haste to drop to the ground on the jacket, arranging her skirt around her knees so that she was not tangled before she looked up at me and slowly licked her red mouth.
Cazzo, she was like something out of a Titian painting, at once innocent and powerfully erotic. For all her lack of expertise, she was eager and excited by the dark side of pleasure.
I stepped close to her, pinching her chin so her face was lifted to mine and I could gauge her expression. “What do you want?”
“You,” she said instantly, tongue dipping out to tap my thumb.
I wrapped her hair in my fist and used it to press her cheek to the swell of my dick behind my trousers. She rubbed against it, then turned her face to mouth the shape of my shaft with her lips.
I groaned and decided she was owed my honesty. “You are the sexiest woman I have ever known.”
Her little moan vibrated through the cloth to my cock.
“Take it out,” I told her, because I wanted to watch the excited flutter of her hands at my fly as she unzipped it and pulled me out throughthe gap in my boxer briefs so quickly that the shaft slapped across her cheek, smearing precum there.
She did not laugh or recoil. Instead, she tilted her head back and opened her mouth.
“Feed it to me?” she asked quietly, just a hint of nerves.
I fisted the base and painted the center of her tongue with my precum.
“Divino,” she murmured before chasing after me when I moved away. “I want to take more. I’ve thought about drinking straight from your dick since I tasted you at Fattoria Casa Luna.”
I palmed one of her cheeks, hooking a thumb inside her mouth alongside my shaft as I fed more into her hot, wet mouth. Her tongue flicked against the underside of my cock and thumb, lips tightening, sucking as if she would not be satisfied until my entire length was buried inside her.
“That is such a good girl,” I praised her, voice wrecked with the pleasure searing through my hips, up and down my body to curl my fingers and toes. “You look sobellawith my cock stretching your lips.”
