He smiles up at me, as his fingers toy with the lace. “Really? The whole cast of the Walking Dead?”
I rock against him again and one of his fingers curls over the lace cup of my bra, and softly dips in. He’s taunting me. I circle my hips and grind my ass into him to taunt him back.
His body stills, his hands fist and clench the material of my bra. It’s primal and animalistic. “I want to know what to call out when I come inside you.” His tone is harsh and demanding, a growl and rumble of words that make my body tremble.
“Corrado,” I breathe. “This. Tonight. Just me and you, here now, then I promise you. I’ll leave. I’ll leave the club. Stop working for Tony, all of it.”
His fists tighten, the material pulling and straining from the straps. His chest is rising and falling fast—with anger or arousal I don’t know—but whatever it is makes my clit ache and throb.
“Going to need that name too,” he growls. Then with a quick hard yank, he rips the cups of my bra down and my breasts bounce free.
I gasp, my breath catching in my throat, my body is like a live wire as his eyes roam over my nipples and his tongue wets his lips.
He leans forward, hovering his mouth over a trembling nipple. “Your name, your legal name, and then for the rest of the night I promise you’ll be screaming mine.”
Fuuuuuck. That promise is too good to pass up. “Sophia,” I say breathlessly. “Sophia Monroe.”
He hesitates for a brief moment and I think I might cry. Then he’s against me—his mouth hot on my skin—sucking hard on the peak of my nipple.
I cry out in relief and I savor the lavish attention. He runs his lips over my skin, nipping and sucking, his hand running over my ass, bruising and claiming it.
My hands are between us tugging at the button of his pants and yanking down his zipper. His teeth rake at each of my nipples, taking them one at time between his lips and flicking them with his tongue, then sucking hard and rough, making me arch my back and whimper his name.
He raises me up, shifting my balance onto one side so he can push down his pants. His lips break off with my breasts, leaving them glistening and wet from his mouth.
I step my feet onto the floor and peel my stretch pants and panties down to my ankles. I’m almost embarrassed about how wet they are until I lift up my attention back to him and his enormous cock not being held back by anything—no fabric between us—no people to walk in. Just us. Just tonight.
His fist is wrapped around his shaft and his eyes trail over every inch of me. “Oh God, you’re so fucking perfect,” he whispers. I watch as his fingers squeeze around his cock, and right out of the top, a glistening bead of precum balances. “I want to see all of you. All of you. Turn around,” he urges. “Turn around and bend over.”
Goose bumps tingle from my the tips of my toes up to my scalp as I slowly spin my backside to him, then spread my legs and bend all the way down at the waist.
I can hear him breathing heavily behind me.
I start swaying my hips and running my hands up from my knees to my bottom until I’m gripping each cheek of my ass and spreading them so he could seeall of me.
“Yes, that’s what I want,” he moans.
I’m about to lower down into a little dance move when I feel the heat of his mouth and the slow hot slide of his tongue on me. My knees weaken and I almost fall forward from the pleasure of it, but his hands grasp onto my hips and he’s pushing me against his mouth. His tongue is everywhere—thrusting deep inside my pussy—squeezing through the rim of my ass, his fingers sliding in wherever his tongue isn’t.My God, this man ravishes every part of you.
And he doesn’t stop. Fuck no. He pushes me forward and bends me over the arm of the couch and fucks me with his tongue—fucks me with his fingers until I’m begging for his cock. Pleading with him to fill me.
I have to squirm away because I’m too close to the brink, but when I whirl around, he pins me to the couch, wraps his lips over my clit and sucks so hard on it I explode instantly. “Yes,” he purrs against my inner thigh. “I’ve been dying to taste you come on me again.”
I’m wild, now. Ravenous. I lean forward to get off the couch and his hand slaps across my ass as he sits himself down in front of me. I cry out a whimper and face him, sliding onto my knees. Then one of his hands is grasping me hard behind my head, the other guiding his cock to my lips.
I slide my mouth over him until he’s hitting my tonsils and he groans out my name. On his lips Sophia sounds like a prayer.
Both his hands tangle through my hair and ball up tight into fists. Slow and deep he pushes my head, over and over, fucking my mouth. He gives me no time to tease or taunt, no room to play before he’s tilting back my head and lifting me to straddle over him again.
I stretch out over him, pinning him down with my thighs, my wet pussy brushing against the hot skin of his cock.
His head leans back on the couch, his eyes searching mine. The way he looks at me is terrifying and beautiful at the same time. I want him inside me, filling me up, so badly, more than I ever wanted anyone before. I want this night to last forever.
I rock my hips slow, sliding myself back and forth over the length of his dick. It’s so wet and hot between us, I moan.
His arms wrap around my waist and he grinds his cock against my clit. I can’t help panting and gasping. One slight change in angle and he’d be inside me.
He leans forward, angling his shaft closer, and his lips wrap around my left nipple. I just about lose my mind. My body is burning with need. Desperation. So is Corrado, because I feel him under me, his muscles trembling with restraint. I hear it in the grunts that are coming from deep in the back of his throat.
