I pulled away, only so I could demand around a snarl, “You wore a camisole to bed. I know you did. So tell me you didn’t go outside with nothing under my shirt,bedda mia?”
Her eyes were feral, enough that getting an answer out of her might prove impossible.
But her response was a wicked laugh that acted like a stroke of her tongue over the head of my dick. “Of course I didn’t. I stripped off before I came in your room.”
My shirt soared over her head, revealing her nude form to me—another reply.
God, I loved her version of backtalk.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” I growled, my possessiveness appeased by the sight of her stripping out ofmyclothes.
Her hands smoothed over her tits, nails digging into the nipples, tweaking and pulling as she wriggled against me like a wet goddamn dream.
Her throaty purr signed my death warrant. “I need you to be back inside me, Stan.”
The reminder of this morning’s blow job had me snarling, “You want my cock,gattaredda?”
“Yes. I need to come around you! Please. God, I need you.”
“You took me in your mouth, Kitty. Do you think your pussy can handle me?”
“Yes! I want to take all of you. I want you to be proud of me?—”
“I am,duci. So proud. Already so proud of you.”
Burrowing between us, I unbuckled my belt. Flicked open the button. Dragged down the zipper. Hissed in relief to be fucking free.
Once I felt her heat, I closed my eyes before running the tip through her folds.
“N-No, not like that,” she keened.
Eyes wide, I watched as she pressed my cock against her clit then pulsed her hips in short thrusts.
Frowning, it registered that I’d been making longer sweeps, not the shorter thrusts that triggered a flush of heat which crested over her breasts.
Making a mental note of her preference, I snagged her hand, pinned it to the wall, then took over. “Does this make you wet,duci?”
“Can’t you feel it?” she whined, throat arching as I gave her what she’d asked for.
“I can. You’re going to feel as hot as hell when I get inside you.” That earned me a keening wail. “You like this, baby girl?” I replaced my dick with my fingers.
“Faster.” Her head wobbled on her neck. “Faster.Please.Fuck, Stan. I just know you’ll get me there. Please. FUCK.”
Wanting to erase every other asshole who’d touched her before me, I did as she pleaded.
You could say many things about me, a lot of them shit, but I was a quick learner and Ialwayslistened to the women in my life.
“Up and down like this? Or left and right?”
“That! That!” she mewled, the words quiet as she released them on a breath. Her face scrunched up, her beautiful features crumpling as the stirrings of pleasure began to crest.
Sensing I was on the right track, I persevered, locked my focus on her orgasm, and didn’t stop until her body grew tenser, muscles stiffening as she arched against the wall. For a moment, she hovered there, frozen. Her face cleared, eyes popping open as she stared blindly ahead. The silence of the room ruptured only by the sounds of my breathing, not hers, then she burst.
Her cries sent my blood pressure skyrocketing as she cascaded before my very eyes.
Silvery tracks made a swift appearance, tears rolling down her cheeks with her unaware as she remained lost to an abyss that had her sobbing.
Taking that as a good sign, I propped her up. Leaning into herand letting my tongue trace the droplets that coursed along her silken skin, I slid my fingers down and circled her still-pulsing slit.
