“Matteo … more,” she begs.
“Good girl, that’s it. Give in to me.”
I bring my hand down to her pussy and flick her clit while licking her, and it seems to get her to even biggerheights than before.
“Come all over my tongue,” I command.
“What?” She nearly sits up straight, but I place a flat hand on her belly and push her down to keep her in place. “But what if someone comes back?”
“No one enters my house. Not until I say so. We’re all alone … just you … me … and all of the moaning you will do in God’s name.”
“F-fuck,” she murmurs, biting her lip.
I thrust my tongue inside and watch the O-shape appear on her face. “That’s it, let me taste your cum.”
Her whole body begins to shiver, and as I apply the last few licks and tongue twists, she moans out loud, and wetness pours out along with her delicious orgasm.
Fuck. Just what I needed, and the perfect prize after finally destroying my sworn enemy and bringing my wife back exactly where she belongs—home.
Stella
God, that has to be one of the most amazing orgasms I’ve ever had in my entire life.
My breathing is still ragged as heck when he lifts me in his arms and carries me toward the small table. He sets me down while I fumble with his jacket, desperate to rid him ofhis clothes. I tear open the buttons of his shirt and force the fabric apart to reveal that deliciously ripped and tatted body of his. He zips down his own pants, and the second he pulls that big cock from his underwear again, my eyes immediately home in on it like I’ve turned into a lust-driven demon. I swear to God, it’s his fault for driving me mad.
My hand instinctively curls around it, and he smirks as I bring it closer to me, desperate for him.
“Hmm … I like it when you touch me,” he groans.
I palm him, deeper, harder, stroking at his length until it bobs up and down in my hands.
“Fuck me,” I murmur, as the tip hovers closer.
He closes the gap between us, pressing against my thighs as he pushes my knees apart, but instead of entering me, he slides his dick up my slit, spreading the wetness all over.
“How hungry are you?” he asks.
“I want you,” I whimper.
His fingers dip down and slide up and down my pussy, creating more intense pleasure rippling through my entire body.
“How much?” he murmurs, rubbing my clit with his fingers until I’m all hot and bothered again.
“God, so much,” I mewl as he pushes two fingers inside me.
Biting his lip, he rolls them around and plays with me, while I struggle to even stay upright on this small table. While circling my pussy, he leans in to press seductive kisses all over my neck, and it makes me whimper with need. Whenhis lips finally find mine, our kisses are uncontrollable, greedy, beyond this world, all while he keeps coaxing out more moans with those delicious fingers of his.
“I want you to come for me. Can you do that, Tesoro?” he murmurs between kisses.
“Fuck, yes,” I moan, as he circles faster and faster, rolling the pad of his thumb over my most sensitive spot while two other fingers thrust inside until he finally finds my G-spot again, and I combust into a whirlwind of madness. The explosion is too much, and I moan out loud and slump against his body, fingernails scratching at his shirt.
He hums a chuckle, almost as if he’s proud of himself, before pecking my jaw, leaving a trail of kisses everywhere he goes.
“I’m not finished yet,” he says.
“Oh fuck,” I murmur.
He whisks me off the table again and sets me down on the floor. “Can you stand?”
