I slip my tongue down, teasing her entrance before dragging it back up, just to flick her clit and hear that sound that tears from her throat.
“You keep dripping like this,” I growl, licking harder, licking deeper, “I’ll be down here all fucking night.”
And I mean every goddamn word.Because this… This isn’t about getting her off.It’s not even about making her come until her legs stop working.It’s about possessing her.Tongue first. Cock second.
Because she doesn’t get to just feel this.She gets to remember it.Every time she breathes.Every time she closes her eyes.Every time she thinks of pleasure… It’s me.
She’s gasping, her legs trembling in my grip, body teetering on the edge, seconds from snapping.
Every time my tongue flicks over that swollen little clit, she lets out a broken sound.It’s breathy, like she’s being torn apart from the inside.And fuck, I feel her fighting it.Trying to behave.Trying to be good.
I pull back just enough to blow a slow, warm breath over her soaked pussy, watching it twitch, every nerve in her body mine to command.
Then I drag my tongue up the center, sucking her clit with just the right pressure to make her writhe.Her taste floods my mouth, the only thing I was ever meant to consume.She was made to come on my tongue.
I’m not just feasting on her.I’m fucking memorizing her.Claiming every inch of her pussy with my mouth.
She lets out a whimper.It’s soft, shattered, soaked in need.
“Say it,” I growl, lips brushing her inner thigh, voice sharp and low like a promise she better keep. “Tell me who this pussy belongs to.”
Her head tips back, fingers clawing into the table like she’s holding on for dear life.
“You, Matteo,” she moans, voice breaking.“It’s fucking yours.”
That’s all I need.I snarl, before I slam my mouth back on her, no teasing, no mercy, just pure fucking hunger.
My tongue’s unrelenting, worshiping her.She’s the altar, and I’m the sinner who finally found salvation.I lick her with purpose, with need.This is where I belong.Just filthy devotion, over and over, until she falls apart for me.
I wrap my lips around her clit and suck hard.My tongue rolls over her, working her in a rhythm that’s punishing and perfect.Her hips jerk, thighs clamping around my head, desperate, shaking, caught between ecstasy and overload.She doesn’t know how to survive this, and I don’t let her try.I grip her tighter, holding her exactly where I want her.Right here.Right on the edge.
“Don’t come,” I growl against her.“You come before I say, and I’ll fucking edge you until you’re crying for it.All fucking night.”
She lets out a cry, muffled by her teeth sinking into her bottom lip, her body practically screaming for release.But I don’t let up.
I fuck her with my tongue, slow at first.Then hard and fast.Switching pace just to watch her twitch.Just to hear her pant my name like a prayer that only I answer.
She’s soaked.Shaking.Desperate.She’s trembling so hard, it’s a miracle she hasn’t come already, right here on my fucking tongue.
Her legs are locked tight around my shoulders, thighs shaking, her whole body riding the edge like it’s about to break.Her hips twitch, trying to grind against me, instinctual, and if I wasn’t holding her down, she’d be fucking my face right now.
Every time I touch her clit just right, she gasps a sharp, broken, breathless little sound that only makes me hungrier.She’s right there.I can feel it.
In the way her pussy flutters against my tongue.I glance up through my lashes and fuck me, she’s gone.Her eyes are glassy.Her chest is heaving.Her lips part around silent moans.She’s ruined.Unraveled.Feral for it.And it’s the most beautiful fucking thing I’ve ever seen.
I slide a finger into her.It’s slick, hot, gripping me.Then I add another, stretching her open, fucking her slow and deep while my tongue keeps working her clit.
Her whole body twitches, too sensitive to take it, too desperate to want anything else.Then I curl my fingers just right, pressing into that spot that makes her legs jump and her hips jerk off the table.
I do it again.
Deeper.
Harder.
Faster.
Her walls clench around me, pulsing—her pussy trying to pull me in, keep me there, make me part of her fucking soul.
