He trailed his fingers over one of her shoulders, where her dress no longer covered, and bent his head to kiss the other. “That’s it, beautiful. Don’t be shy.” His tongue slipped out, sliding over the skin at the hollow of her throat. “Take what you want. Touch me.”
She let his pants fall to his knees, her fingers hovering over his hips. His skin was warm and taut, smooth yet strong, and he was right. She wanted more. So, she moved her hand inward and her fingers made contact with his cock.
He groaned and straightened enough to let her see what she was doing—and what he would be putting inside her soon. She really wasn’t surprised the damn thing was so …big. A thick, visible vein crawled the length of it, and she couldn’t help running her thumb over the subtle ridge it created. The silvery bead of precum at his tip seemed to expand as he let out another long, low groan in response.
Santino closed a hand over the back of hers, holding her touch to him. “You wanna jack me off, baby?” He moved his other hand to one of her boobs and curled his fingers around it, filling his palm and squeezing. “Say you do. Say you’ll wrap both those hands around my dick and squeeze and stroke until I’ve painted your pretty tits and the front of this dress with my cum.”
Her mouth went dry at his dirty, thrilling words.So that’s what he wants to do.It was wild, and perhaps insanely possessive. But Reiko was discovering she liked his possessive side. She moved her left hand to grip him beneath her right. “Let’s do that.”
He released his restrictive hold on her hand and plunged it into her hair, twisting her hair around his fist to force her head to tip back. “Tighter, beautiful. Squeeze it nice and tight—fuck, yeah, like that.” His breathing grew heavier as she complied, gripping tightly to him before beginning a synchronized pumping rhythm.
She started slowly, mostly to get a sense for the positioning and the feel of him in her hands. She’d never given a hand job before.
Santino made a sound that was half growl, half groan and dropped his mouth to hers in a sloppy kiss. He squeezed her boob before focusing his touch on her nipple. He sucked on her tongue, pinched and teased the nipple, and all the while, she pumped his dick.
She stretched a thumb up, over the tip, and smeared the precum around like lubricant.
Santino bit into her lower lip and broke the kiss. “Watch,” he rasped. “Watch me come for you, beautiful.”
Reiko barely had time to look from his face down to where she held him, working him over. His hips faltered, rubbing almost roughly against her fingers as the orgasm took him. His body shuddered over hers and a strained moan stretched from hislips. Ropes of creamy off-white cum jetted from his twitching cock, spraying across her exposed chest and falling down … all over her dress. In a matter of seconds, both her upper body and her dress were covered.
Her hands fell away, lest her restrictive touch be too much, and her eyes widened to see that he had barely deflated at all.
Santino heaved a breath. “Damn.” He released her hair and trailed his fingers down, between her breasts. “Look at this mess we made.” He lifted a wicked smile to her. “Guess your dress is ruined.”
A laugh snorted out of her. “Well, you did rip it.”
He grinned wider. “I did also do that.” He pressed his fingers to her lips—the fingers he’d just swiped down her chest—and raised his brows expectantly.
She didn’t hesitate, opening her lips and sticking out her tongue as his fingers pushed into her mouth. She could taste the salty tang from one or both of their skins beneath the kind of sour flavor of him that bloomed, but she didn’t care. The entire thing was too erotic for her to mind one small detail.
He didn’t leave his fingers in her mouth for long, retracting his hand abruptly and scooping her up without warning. He set her on her feet at the side of the bed and said, “Time to lose the dress. And the shoes. Much as I’d love to fuck you in them, that has to wait. I need you all the way naked.”
Fresh heat sparked in her blood. “But you just—”
“Trust me, beautiful.” He reached down and slid his thumb along the length of his dick. “I’ve got plenty left in the tank. And your pussy needs some more love.”
He was a hard man to argue with.
He was also fully naked much faster than she was, as his pants and underthings practically disrobed themselves once he’d straightened. She, on the other hand, quickly discovered that whatever he’d done to maneuver her dress down her chesthad limited her range of motion. She was able to finish untying the wrap at her hip, but the dress was effectively stuck, hanging on her upper arms and bunched beneath her boobs.
Santino seemed to think that was hilarious, but wasted no time swooping in to rescue her from the mess of fabric he’d helped create. And she learned what had happened to her panties. He had a knife in his pants pocket—a knife he ended up retrieving to cut something which enabled her escape.
They were both chuckling at the ridiculousness of it as she mindlessly thumbed off her wedge shoes, and the moment her feet were free, she was airborne. Rather, Santino had picked her up and tossed her bodily onto the bed.
Reiko had a surreal moment of realizing she didn’t think she had ever heard herself make the shockingly feminine squealing sound that left her lips in her two-second flight. Her body bounced on the mattress and the impact knocked the air—and the laughter—from her lungs.
Santino was over her before she came to a proper stop, his massively larger, deliciously sculpted frame covering her figure entirely. He dragged her up another couple of inches, until her head settled on pillows, and then he followed her down for a rough, wet kiss that was nearly crushing.
She latched her arms around him immediately, eagerly, her fingers digging into his muscles as their tongues slid together. Her legs fell apart for him and she felt him settle heavily over her while he threaded both of his own hands into her hair. She was taking nearly his full weight while he devoured her lips and she loved it. She loved the intensity of it, loved the feeling of need emanating off him in thickening waves.
By the time Santino broke the kiss, Reiko wasn’t sure whose hips were grinding into whose. Only that they were, and she’d never known torture could be so sweet.
He dragged his lips and that devilish tongue of his around to her ear without lifting his weight from her. “You are fucking perfect. Never forget that.” He bit down on her earlobe before beginning his descent down her throat, alternating between teeth and tongue.
Reiko squirmed beneath him, her heart racing almost as hot as the ache in her core.
He trailed his tongue along her collarbone, not unlike the way he had the previous day, then eased his grip of her hair in order to adjust enough to catch one of her nipples with his lips. He ignored the remnants of his mess, now smeared between them, as if it wasn’t there at all and sucked and licked at her boob for long seconds. Long, very enjoyable, seconds. Then he lifted his head and met her gaze, licking his lips as he said, “Feel free to put these tits in my face whenever the mood strikes you.” His grin turned sinful. “In fact, feel free to put any part of you in front of me at any time and demand my attention. I already forgive you.” He turned his head and rolled his tongue across her neglected nipple as if for emphasis.
