My hand flies up to his hair, but rather than pull him away to escape the intense pleasure pulsing inside of me, I hug him closer. His tongue flicks and flicks while his other hand massages my breast. He teases that nipple too, tugging at the flesh until I’m humping his lap.
He switches, giving the same torturous treatment to the other nipple. My panties, my shorts, this table are ruined. That mystical damp spot I’ve seen in porn and read about plenty is now a cold, hard fact in my head. I used to assume that because of my large body, it justwouldn’t happen for me. My mons and labia are chubby like the rest of me, so I thought I wasn’t exposing my pussy to the material for that experience.
Guess I’m wrong. Valentino blasts through whatever metaphorical dam I have, and my whole body floods with arousal. His inhale is so sharp, so strong, I wonder if he’s been holding his breath when his mouth slides off my breast. He licks his lips when he looks at me, and I see the sharp points of his canines. Were they like that before?
“What else do you like? What can I call you?” He peppers me with more questions, still teasing my nipples. My brain begs me to shut off while my pussy weeps for his attention. He’s so serious when he asks me this, like he’s memorising and learning everything about me, like Valentino truly cares about me. I can’t help but answer with the plain truth.
“I like the classics: honey, baby, sweetheart.” There is a world of pet names out there. I could probably spend a lifetime researching them, but nothing makes me melt like those. I’m a simple girl with simple tastes.
He hums, kissing me again. It’s all tongue and lust now. He laps at my mouth, hungrily feasting on me like I truly could be a meal for him.
“What else, baby?” he groans against my neck. “I want the kinky shit too.”
My eyes flutter closed as the fear wells up. Maybe I should have taken up previous invitations to munches around Tolson to chat with kinky people in real life. Something to ease the push and pull of the feelings now at war within me. Embarrassment and excitement tug at my chest and make my clit throb.
“Soft humiliation, cum play, and power exchange,” I whisper.
He growls. Like actually growls in a way that shoots a bolt of fear through me. Any sensible person would probably take that as the point to cool things off for a bit, but my body takes that fear and runs with it. It lights a blaze inside of me.
“So you want to be a little slut for me?”
“Please, Valentino,” I whimper. It’s needy and my knees tremble with my desire to drop right at his feet. It’s a bit contradictory to like that word, but it’s about the tone he put behind it. His intention isn’t to hurt me, it’s to call out how much I want him and for my mind to embrace what my body is screaming from the rooftops already.
I crave Valentino Benetti
“Hold this,” he says quickly, pulling up the hem of my dress to my waist. He groans again when he sees my shorts. “Of course they match, so fucking precious.”
He yanks them and my panties down to my ankles before he drops to his knee. Nerves bubble up. With mydress hiked up like this, he can see my stretch marks and happy trail on my belly. I haven’t shaved my bush in a very long time either. The only saving grace is at least I waxed my legs for this vacation, so when he kisses my inner thigh, that part of me is smooth.
“You are so goddamn gorgeous, you know that?” He looks up at me with dilated pupils. “First moment I saw you, all sweaty in the dark, huffing and puffing, I couldn’t get over you.”
“What?” I can barely get the question out as he licks my pussy.
It isn’t one of those cursory taste tests. Valentino buries his tongue between my pussy lips and drags it up to my clit in a long slow stroke. He wraps his arms around my thighs and spreads me wider, pinning me to the table. He tastes every part of me, licking up any arousal that clings to my skin. The rough drag of his tongue teasing my clit makes stars dot behind my eyes.
I’m so wound up, so fucking horny from his teasing I’m worried I’m going to orgasm just from this. Will he stop if I do, or will he keep going until he’s had his fill of me tonight? Would he use me for his pleasure? A whimper falls from my lips when I think about him stopping because I’m too keyed up. I want the full experience if he’s willing to give it to me.
“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” he asks between laps of myfolds. “Do you want to come?”
“Yes, but I don’t want you to stop.” My arms shake as I support myself.
Valentino stares at me for a moment, the apple of his cheek rising against my skin as he smirks at me. He takes another long drag of his tongue across my pussy.
“Oh, baby.” His tone is a touch condescending, scratching that little part of me that I used to think was pathetic. But even thoughts like that have me squirming because, for the right partner, I am. It’s so easy for me to get lost in a person who can make me feel safe to enjoy those feelings. “You aren’t leaving this table until I’m done with you. This little pussy is mine, and I’m going to show her just how much I love watching her make a mess.”
He buries his tongue inside me like a starved man searching for food. His nose rubs against the side of my swollen clit with each stroke. My body tenses under the sudden fullness, clinging to Valentino while he eats me out.
I moan without a fucking care in the world. Prison will be worth it for this. The pounding pleasure that pumps through me is reaching a peak. Like a coil inside me is sprung too tight, it snaps when he moans into my pussy like it’s his salvation. His mouth sends glorious vibrations through my clit, and I cry out as I orgasm.
He sucks me through it, slurping up my cum while I struggle to stay upright. Finally, when my pussy relaxes again, I lean to the side and stare at Valentino. He looks downright pleased with himself, a wolfish grin on his face that makes me gulp.
“Beautiful, baby,” he says with a kiss to my thigh. “But you didn’t scream my name.”
Chapter seven
Valentino
This is where I want to die. On my knees with my face buried in this delicious fucking cunt and two heavy, soft thighs wrapped around my head. Cum and arousal drip down my chin, clinging to my beard in a way I hope will never wash off.
