His gaze scrapes up and down my body, lingering on my breasts, my spread thighs, the curve of my spine. He gives one sharp nod.
I reach for his belt but he’s too far away and he doesn’t move closer. He wants to be in charge, wants me submissive and begging.
I let my voice soften, in a way I know makes him crazy. I lower my gaze demurely, then peek up at him through my lashes. “May I touch you,signore?”
The effect is instantaneous. His hand snaps out, fisting in my hair, yanking me forward so hard my palms leave the counter. The top half of my body is suspended, held up only by his grip. My back arches deeply, ass high in the air, breasts thrust forward.
It hurts. God, it hurts, but the pain instantly makes me wet.
With my teeth, I catch his belt and pull it free from the loop. His eyes are locked on my ass, his tongue darting out to wet his lips as I work his buckle open, pop the button, lower the zipper.
His cock springs free, already hard, already dripping with pre-cum.
I take him in my mouth gently, swirling my tongue around the head, but when he starts to thrust deeper, to take control, I pull back.
He lets me, curious now instead of angry.
I roll onto my back on the counter, the cold surface against my heated skin, my head hanging off the edge in front of his hard cock, my mouth open wide. Bending my knees, I let them fall open. Reaching down between my legs, I circle my clit with slow, deliberate strokes. I’m already so wet.
“Per favore,” I whisper, holding his gaze upside-down. “Scopa il mio volto, padrone.”
Please fuck my face, master.
He shudders, his whole body going stiff. For a heartbeat, he just stares at me. Then he grabs my hand, the one I’m touching myself with, and I think he’s going to stop me, to punish me for pleasuring myself without permission.
But instead, he brings my hand to his mouth and licks. The flat of his tongue drags from my palm to my fingertips, slow anddeliberate, tasting me, tasting my arousal on my skin, getting my fingers even wetter.
Then he places my hand back between my legs, partly giving permission and partly commanding me to touch myself.
I smile and open my mouth wide.
He pushes in, and oh, my gosh, this angle, this position. He slides so deep, past my tongue, into my throat. I gag immediately, but he doesn’t stop. He grips my breasts, using them as handles, and fucks my face with brutal efficiency.
Spit spills from the corners of my mouth, running up my face into my eyes. I blink rapidly, tears mixing with saliva. I can’t breathe. He’s too deep, holding himself there, his balls pressed against my face.
I touch myself frantically, chasing the climax building in my core. So close, so very close.
But then he pulls back just long enough for me to gasp in air before plunging deep again. The rhythm is punishing. Breathe, choke, breathe, choke. My world tunnels to the stretch in my jaw, the burn in my lungs, the pulse of my clit under my fingers.
He squeezes my breasts hard, pinching my nipples, and I moan around his cock. The vibration makes him groan, a raw, guttural sound that shoots straight to my core.
I’m going to come. I’m going to come with his cock buried in my throat, with spit and tears covering my face, with my lungs screaming for air.
“FUCK.” He pulls out suddenly, and I gasp and cry out, protesting.
His hand moves in rough, jerking strokes on his cock, and then he’s coming, hot spurts landing on my face, my neck, my breasts. Marking me. Claiming me.
I keep my mouth open, gasping for breath, tongue out to catch his release. Spit continues to flow, pooling in my eyes, dripping into my hairline. I’m half-drowning, half-suffocating.
And I love it. I love every single second of it.
My fingers don’t stop moving. I’m so close to coming, teetering on the edge, every fiber in my body tense.
But he steps back, tucking himself away, and the loss of his attention makes the orgasm slip through my fingers like water. I lie there on the counter, covered in his cum and my own spit, thighs still spread, hand still between my legs.
Looking up at him upside-down, his expression is calculating and predatory.
I smile, sweet and utterly content, and bring my fingers to my mouth, licking them clean while he watches, then wipe his cum off my face and lick my fingers clean again.
