Her lips are swollen, red and wet, and her eyes are glassy.
"How do you feel, Bellissima?"
"I feel...good."
"Good," I say, and the word is a promise.
My cock is already hardening, and the image of her on her knees flashes through my mind again, and I want to see it again.
But not right now.
"Do you want to be good for me again?"
Her eyes get heavy.
"Yes," she whispers, and the sound goes straight to my dick.
"You want more, don't you?"
"Yes," she repeats, her voice husky.
"You want me to show you what happens when you're a bad girl, don't you?"
Her eyes are glassy. Her cheeks are pink.
"Yes," she whispers.
"Then turn around and put your hands on the counter."
She slides off the counter slowly and turns, her chest rising and falling. She leans forward, putting her palms flat on the counter.
"Now spread your legs."
She does, and the sight of her open, the glistening pink between her legs, makes my cock throb.
"Good girl," I say, and I see her shiver.
I run my hand down her back, the gentle curve of her spine, the silk of her skin.
The wet drips from her pussy and down her thighs, and the knowledge that she got off on me fucking her mouth—it's nearly too much.
I run a finger down her slit and feel the shudder move through her.
"You're wet, Bella."
"Yes," she breathes.
"Did sucking my cock make you wet?"
"God, yes," she moans.
"Did you like swallowing my cum?"
"Yes," she breathes, and it's a soft confession.
I slide a finger into her and feel her pussy tighten.
"Fuck, Elena, you're dripping."
