"Fuck." I hiss the word, my hips thrusting involuntarily.
She smiles.
And then her tongue is on me, licking me, tasting me.
My vision goes dark for a second.
"Jesus," I groan.
I'm already on edge.
Elena takes the tip of me into her mouth, and my brain goes blank.
"Yes," I gasp.
She wraps her fingers around the base and takes me deeper, her lips sliding over my cock.
"Oh, God," I groan.
I'm barely hanging on.
But I want her.
Need her.
Now.
"Stop."
I'm surprised to hear the word leave my lips.
She doesn't.
"Elena."
My voice is harsh.
I grab her hair and twist it gently, pulling her a little forcefully in my desperation not to come yet.
Her eyes jump to mine in surprise as my cock slides out of her with a little pop.
"Luca!" she gasps, eyes wide.
I shove her back, so she's splayed across the pillows again.
I'm not in control. Not even a little bit.
She reaches up, but I grab her hands and pin them above her head.
Her breath is coming in little gasps.
I need her. Now.
But first...
Someone needs to learn a little lesson in obedience.
I grab hold of the nightgown still hiked around her chest in my fists and pull. The delicate material comes apart with a loud tear echoing in the dimly lit room.
