Page 24 of Marco DeLuca

“So badly. I’ll stand on a street corner and beg to suck your dick,” she moans.

Smiling, I grant her wish, releasing myself to her.

Serena sucks me in, her nails raking across my balls and her cheeks hollowing out as she sucks me further down her throat. Grabbing her by the head, I shove her toward me causing her to gag as saliva drips from her lips and dribbles down her chin and me.

“Open wide and take me, Serena,” I command.

She does as I ask, crying out as I wrap my fingers in her hair and jerk her head backwards.

“Open your eyes.”

She does, and I sneer at her. “Love the fucking way you look down on your knees begging to suck my shit. Tears rolling down your face while you choke on my shit.”

She sucks me back into her mouth with one hand working her spit up and down my shaft while her free hand works my balls over. Serena’s good at what she does, and in no time at all, I’m about to cum.

“Open your fucking mouth wide,” I order.

She does as I say, and I let a little dribble into her mouth before letting more dribble on her face. When I’m done with that, I put my cock back into her mouth.

“Swallow all of it. Don’t leave a fucking drop,” I command, letting my nut spew down her throat as I release a roar.

Tiny pinpricks take over my face and my vision is dotted with black spots. I close my eyes, trying to control the feelings taking over and to stabilize my shaky movements.

When I’m done, I open my eyes and watch her lick away the last drops from my dick. She opens her mouth and smiles as she swallows.

“Fuck!” I growl, my cock instantly jerking to attention again.

“Damn, Marco,” she whines.

“Hey, you know how it is. Let’s smoke first, and then I want you on your knees, ass in the air.”

“Okay,” she says, getting up to head to her dresser.

While she rolls the joint, I head to the bathroom and take a piss. I flush the toilet and turn on the water to wash my hands. Staring into the mirror, I remind myself that I need a haircut in the morning.

My hair has grown out longer on the top than I normally keep it and streaks of grey highlights are growing into the faded sides. I rake my fingers through my hair, pulling it back from my eyes.

“Shit!” I recall what I was supposed to be doing.

Graziella wanted me to check the security features tonight. She swears someone has been spying on her in her room once everything settles down for the night. Claims that she hears a noise around the same time every night in her room but I haven’t found anything so far.

I think it’s a tactic to keep me at home. She’s trying hard to force me to tell my parents about the pregnancy. I pull my hands down my face and close my eyes momentarily. Don’t really feel like dealing with that shit right now.

I won’t tell anyone shit until I have proof that the child is mine.

I’ll go home in the morning, apologize, and keep my ass there tomorrow night to check it out again. If it’s anything, it’s probably an animal that has gotten into the attic, but she denies that. She says she feels someone’s watching her.

If I’m not crazy enough on my own, I swear that woman will drive me batshit crazy with her constant need for attention and whining. She knows it’s not like that with us, but when I give another woman too much attention, she creates reasons to draw me back into her web.

“Marco,” Serena calls out to me from the bedroom.

Yeah, it’ll be easy to stay at home tomorrow. Serena will be off tomorrow afternoon for the next three days, and she’ll go back home to her husband. She stays here in Alessandro’s carriage house whenever she’s working.

“What’s so funny?” she asks when I walk back into the room, chuckling.

“Us.”

“Why?”

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