I scoop more cream and rub it into her nipples. She gasps. I lower my head and suck, hard enough to make her moan. The cannoli filling is so good I don’t stop until her nipples are hard peaks and she’s shaking, her nails digging into my shoulders. Her body stiffens and she goes quiet, her eyes closed.
“Are you about to come?” I ask, pulling back.
“I don’t think so.” She’s breathless. “I’ve never come with anyone before, remember?”
I narrow my eyes at her. If she’s not coming, then there’s something more she needs that she’s not getting, and knowing her that something is darker and more painful than anything I’ve put her through yet. The urge to push her limits, to make her break or make her come, is almost overwhelming.
I turn her roughly, scoop more cannoli cream, and push it into her ass. She gasps as I work it in with my fingers, then I pull out my cock and push inside.
The cream does little to make her slick, but I fuck her ass with nothing but her homemade dessert as lube. I know this shit hurts. It has to. She stiffens but takes it; the hard fast unlubricated thrusts do nothing but make her moan.
Okay, if it’s not more pain, then maybe it’s a darker, deeper submission that will do it.
I pull out, I turn her again and shove her to her knees. “Suck my cock.”
I’m 90% sure she won’t do it, take my cock in her mouth after I just fucked her ass bareback. But if there’s a shot that it helps her come, I’ll take it. Break her or make her come is the mission.
But neither of those occurs. She opens her mouth and takes me in, her eyes closing as she tastes herself on me, and sucks my cock into the back of her throat. I’m in shock, but only for a second because the way she moves her tongue, the way she groans around my cock, the way she worships it—fuck, it’s so fucking good.
She’s nowhere near close to coming, but—
“Stop,” I grit out. “I’m going to come.”
She doesn’t stop. Just keeps going, sucking harder, taking me deeper. With a roar, I pull out at the last second and come on her face, her hair, shoot cum across her tits, mark her.
“Bad girl,” I growl. Then I kiss her hard, tasting myself on her lips, claiming her mouth the way I just claimed her body.
I lift her onto the edge of the counter, throw her legs over my shoulders, and reach for the bowl of cannoli cream.
She watches, eyes wide, as I load up the piping bag she had out to fill the cannoli shells and position the tip at her entrance. When I insert it deep inside her and squeeze, filling her pussy with the cold creamy filling, she gasps, her thighs trembling.
Eating pussy is not something I usually do, but with Sophie? I can’t fucking stop. Add in the cannoli filling and her pussy is mother fucking heaven.
I lower my mouth to her and eat the cannoli cream mixed with her salty arousal out of her pussy. I start soft, gentle licks, making her whole body tense, until I can’t hold back. She screams as I bury my face in her, eating her voraciously, sucking the cream out of her, my tongue working inside her until she’s shaking violently.
I scoop her up under her knees, keeping my face buried in her pussy. She shrieks as I carry her blindly into the bedroom and dive onto the bed with her.
Tonight, I’m going to make her come for the first time in her life.
And I’m going to ruin her for anyone else.
35
Sophie
Vincenzo Demonio, the man who uses women and discards them, is tongue fucking me like his life depends on it and I’m so freaking high on him I feel like I’ll never come down.
He loves the cannoli cream, I can tell by the way he groans against me, but he doesn’t stop when it’s gone. He keeps going, his mouth hot and insistent, his tongue moving in ways that make my back arch off the bed.
“Vin!” My hands find his hair, thick and dark between my fingers. “You don’t have to—”
“Shut up.” His voice is muffled against me, rough and commanding. “Let me fucking taste you.”
Heat floods through me at the possessive way he grip my thighs, spreading me wider. No one has ever done this, not like this. Not with this intensity, this focus, like making me feel good is the only thing that matters in the entire world.
But if he’s trying to make me come, it’s not enough.
My body responds, muscles tightening, breath quickening, but that familiar wall stays firmly in place. It’s the same wall that’s been there with every man before him. I can feel pleasure building, warm and liquid, but it has nowhere to go.
