“Kneel on the mattress.” I watched her pupils dilate. “Don’t hurt your knees for me,duci.”
As I released her, she licked her lips. Coyly. And settled where I’d put her.
Before I could take my next breath, she dragged my cock between the tines of my zipper and her lips were on me.
Any distance separating us disintegrated and the game was goddamn on.
I released a hiss at how fucking good it was to experience her lips around me. My woman had an angel’s mouth?—
Well, until she nibbled the tip.
“Fuck,” I garbled, not averse to that when she was in charge of my dick.
Like I’d craved earlier, I fisted my hands in her hair, tugging slightly so she felt the warning not to go too goddamn far while I stared into eyes I wanted to drown in.
The eyes of a woman I’d go to fucking war for.
“Look at that dirty little mouth, Kitty.” I circled where she strained, feeling how wide she had to open up to take me. “You like that fat cock between your lips?”
When she hummed, it traveled all the way down to my goddamn balls.
She looked so fucking gorgeous with my dick in her mouth. So pretty and flushed that it made me resent being shit at art. I’d draw her eyes like this. So eager and hopeful.
Porca troia.
“I think you love it in your pretty mouth. Go on, baby girl. Take more.” I leaned into her, being careful not to choke her because I got the feeling she’d bite me for real if I pissed her off, but that had me wondering if I was going to cum the second she did more than lick me like a popsicle.
The prospect of her biting me just made my dick throb even harder.
As I pushed a couple more inches into her mouth, she stopped laving the pulsing vein at the back, which in turn made me realize how fucking wet she’d gotten me. So when she sucked and bobbed her head, lightning went off behind my eyes.
“Jesus fuck.” I pumped my hips because it was too good not to. “You take me so well,bedda mia. Holy hell.”
Her humming drove me insane. She used it as an answer to my words and also a sign of her enjoyment.
I knew some women liked giving head, but Kitty really fuckingdid. I could tell. She got off on it in a way that made this ten times hotter.
She slurped and she sucked. The noises she made had my heart pounding because, sweet fuck, I needed that to be the soundtrack to my existence.
Her moans and whimpers and mewls were next on the playlist as she reveled in her power over me.
“You gonna take another inch, baby?” I rumbled, desperate to sink into her throat.
Her hands shifted from her knees to my ass. When manicured nails dug in to my glutes, I grinned then hissed as I gave her what she begged me for.
I edged in. A part of me wanted her gagging on my cock, and another part wanted to cherish. To protect.
But she was so fucking filthy that she gave me no choice—she swallowed, taking me in like her throat had been made for my dick.
“Your fucking mouth.” I moaned. “How is it possible you feel so goddamn good?”
My eyes closed because I couldn’t take the extra stimuli. If I wasn’t careful, this’d become the shortest round of oral since my first blow job.
The last thing I wanted was her thinking I was some kind ofone-pump chump.
But then, she began doing this twisting thing with her tongue while she bobbed back and forth and it became sloppier—I could feel saliva gathering at the base of my shaft—and English escaped me.
“Chista è da me, àncilu mia.”
