“Too much.”
I grinned. “This is the punishment part,” I said, holding her down and eating her pussy again, making her come twice more, hearing her beg me to go on, plead with me to stop, all while I sucked that clit and licked every drop of juice from her cunt until I couldn’t take any more.
I rose to stand over her, my legs still between hers to keep them spread.
I looked down at her, her hair a tangled wet mess all around her, her face flushed, her limbs limp. I unzipped my jeans. When I did, her eyes went wide, and she startled, scooting backward. I caught her thigh and placed one knee on the bed.
“Stay.”
She made a sound, her forehead furrowing.
“I’m not going to fuck you,” I said again, knowing what she feared. But as I pushed my jeans down and off and began to rub the length of my cock, she stilled, swallowing, her gaze darting from my cock, away, then back. “Watch, Lucia.” She wanted to, I could see it on her face, and somehow, the thought of corrupting her innocence made me harder.
I fucked my fist while she watched, her eyes riveted on my hand working my cock. It turned me the fuck on to have herwatch me, and I leaned into her, just touching the head of my cock to her folds, making her gasp and bite her lip.
“Fuck,” I said. “I love how you look at me, Lucia. And I love how you taste. How you come on my tongue.”
“Salvatore,” she started, trying to sit up.
I shook my head. “Lie back.”
She did, and I pumped harder, my cock swelling, the scent of her, of me, filling the room with sex.
“Have you ever seen a man come, Lucia?” I asked, close now.
She met my gaze and shook her head.
“Have you ever had a man’s tongue on your cunt?”
She flushed red and blinked twice before looking away.
“Answer me.”
She held her lower lip between her teeth. “No. I’ve never...” She stopped.
“I’m going to come all over you,” I said, pumping faster, gripping harder. “I’m going to cover you in my cum, and you’re going to wear it all day long, so you know you belong to me.” I jerked, moments away now. “Fuck.”
I blew then, my orgasm coming hard and fast, making me grip one of the posts of her bed to keep upright as I emptied on her, covering her in my cum, watching her face, her eyes, as she took it. And when I finished, I leaned down and rubbed it into her skin, her chest and neck, her belly, her cunt. I then straightened, wiped my hand on her thigh, and pulled my jeans back on. Lucia sat up and looked down at herself for a moment.
“Get dressed,” I said, buttoning my jeans. “Breakfast is ready.”
“I need a shower.”
I shook my head. “Like I said, you’ll wear it all day.” I slapped her hip twice. “Let’s go. I’m suddenly ravenous.”
5
LUCIA
Ihated him.
Salvatore sat across from me with a huge grin on his face, chomping on a piece of sausage. I tore my bread into pieces and glared at him. He was gloating. Fucking gloating.
“I hate you.”
I hated myself more. How could I have done what he said? How in hell had I enjoyed it? He’d made me come three times. Three times! I’d felt… Fuck, what had I felt for him? The man had made me come, that was all. Any feelings were physical. Sexual.
“You liked me just fine a little while ago.” He bit into a piece of Nutella-smeared toast, a little of the chocolate paste sticking to the side of his mouth. He wiped it with his thumb then made a show of licking it off his finger.
