She swallows but stays quiet, eyes drifting to my lips and it’s all I can take before I crash mine down on hers. Her hands are on me instantly, undoing my belt, shoving my pants and boxers down before she’s taking me into her mouth again.
“Fuck, baby,” I groan, head tipping back until all I see is the ceiling.
I pull my shirt over my head so that I’m fully naked, and enjoy the feel of her lips around my cock. She’s sloppy with it, in the best way, taking me in as deep as she can as she makes gagging sounds. One hand cups my balls, massaging them until I think I’m about to explode in her mouth.
I pull her to her feet as she whimpers in protest and bend her over the sink, grabbing a handful of her dress and pulling it up to her waist. I shove her underwear down and she spreads her legs instinctively, baring her pretty pink pussy to me, already dripping wet.
I look up, holding her gaze in the mirror. “You always get so wet when you blow me,” I say, running the tip of my cock along her already slick slit.
She moans, eyes shutting, but I grab onto her hair with my free hand and tug until she opens her eyes in surprise. “Keep your eyes on me, baby. I want to see you when I make you come.”
Before she can protest I slide in, groaning at the warmth and tightness. It’s like her pussy was moulded just for my cock. A perfect match.
I start thrusting, tortuously slow, watching as her mouth falls slightly open, and her breathing becomes uneven. Her cheeks have a slight pink to them as her eyes stay locked on mine, a small smile playing on her lips, and it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
“Look how happy this cock makes you,” I say. “How good you take it. Do you really thinkPaolocan fuck you as good as I can?” I ask, spitting the asshole's name.
She doesn’t answer, so I release her hair and reach forward, pulling her dress down to her waist and cupping her breast as I pinch her nipple. She lets out a whimper, eyes closing.
I stop thrusting and her eyes shoot open. “Eyes stay open baby, or it stops.”
She nods and I start again, faster this time.
“I’m the only person on this whole fucking planet,” I thrust faster and harder, “that can fuck you the way you love it.”
“Yes,” she exclaims, jaw slack. “Please don’t stop.”
“I’ll never stop, baby,” I say, pulling her upright against my chest and placing a kiss on her shoulder. “This cock belongs to you, Red, and your pussy belongs to me. Stop forgetting that.”
I pound into her now, her screams of pleasure echoing against the walls of the bathroom. She struggles to keep her eyes open but I allow it because I’msoclose. I don’t let myself come though, not until her eyes are rolling back while she moans, andher pussy is throbbing against my cock, wetness squelching out of her on each thrust.
I can’t hold back my chuckle as I watch in the mirror as it drips down her shaking thighs. “Did I just make you squirt, baby?”
Her face flushes a darker shade of red. “Y-yes,” she gasps out and that confirmation alone tips me over the edge.
“Fuck,” I groan, stretching the word out as I spill into her, my thrusts becoming uneven as I fill her to the brim until it’s my cum that seeps out of her now, running down her legs.
“Mine,” I growl on a final thrust. “All mine.”
She nods, delirious, and I gently pull out of her. She’s a mess, a beautiful mess, and it’s my job to clean her. I gently pull her clothes off and help her to the shower, her thighs still shaking from the force of her orgasm.
She rests her head against my chest as I walk her backwards under the shower head, wetting her hair first before the rest of her body. I grab her shampoo from the shower ledge and squirt some out on my hand before I lather her hair. This is one of my favourite things to do post-fuck. Nothing brightens up my day more than taking care of my girl.
“Are you busy tomorrow?” I ask, rinsing the shampoo out. “I want to take you out.”
“Take me out where?” she mumbles against my chest as I begin running the conditioner through her strands.
“Help me pick out a home,” I say with a shrug.
She lifts her head to look at me, brows furrowed. “You’re buying property? In Italy?”
I nod. “If we’re going to be here for a year, we might as well live like locals and get the full experience.”
Zalea arches a brow. “We?”
“Don’t act like you don’t want to live with me,” I grin, shooting her a wink. “I know you secretly want me all to yourself.”
She scoffs, laying her head back down on my chest. “Someone thinks very highly of himself.”
