I push myself to let him slide past my tongue, coughing when he hits my uvula.
“I know you can do it, Tesoro,” he says, biting his bottom lip. “I know you want to feel me throb in your throat.”
Fuck.
I swallow him down even further until he hits the back of my throat, and I can barely breathe. Tears of pure lust spring into my eyes because it makes me so damn horny to know he’s turned on as much as I am by this filth.
He moans out loud and pulls out only to thrust right back into my mouth again, completely overtaken by his arousal. “Fuck, Stella, you make me want to come again.”
Now I’m only more encouraged to keep going, sucking him off as hard as I can while I take him deeper with every stroke, ignoring my own need for oxygen so I can watch him fall apart on my tongue.
He grabs my face and drags himself out, letting me breathe for just one second, before impaling me again while our eyes are still connected.
“Fuck, you want it, don’t you? You want me to come all the way down your throat.”
I whimper in place and nod, my pussy throbbing with delight as he has his way with me.
What can I say? I’m a sucker for a man like him who takes what he wants … but with respect.
“Open that pretty mouth then and take it all,” he says.
And as I part my lips as far as possible, he buries himself to the hilt inside my mouth. His body tenses, muscles quaking as he releases an animalistic moan, as his cum jets against the back of my throat.
And fuck me, it’s so hot, I swallow all of it, until every last drop is gone and he’s completely spent.
He drags his cock out of my mouth and bends over to smash his lips onto mine, kissing me so deeply—withtongue—that my heart begins to swell. He doesn’t even care that he’s lapping up his own cum from my lips, as long as he can kiss me.
“You are … perfection,” he murmurs, grazing my lips as he drags me up from the floor. “Come, Tesoro.”
“Is that a question?”
Suddenly, he lifts me off the floor and throws me over his shoulder. “I wasn’t asking.”
“Where are we going?”
He slaps my ass and makes me squeal as he carries me into his kitchen. “You didn’t think I was done with you, did you?”
My eyes lower toward his dick, which is still half hard and dripping.
Holy shit, he’s still hard after all that?
He sets me down on the dining table, the same one where I tried poisoning him. With one fell swoop, he brushes aside all cutlery, plates, and glasses, without giving a shit if anything breaks. Then he smashes his lips onto mine, completely drowning me in his love.
We slowly lower onto the table, and he releases me, only to tower over me and spread my legs wide as he positions himself between them.
“Do you see the wealth around you, Tesoro?”
I nod.
“I enjoy wandering these halls and adoring the beauty ofwhat I own.”
He brings his cock down to my slit and slides it up and down my wetness until he’s fully hard again. My God, this man can just keep on going if he wants something desperately, and I’m both impressed and scared for my life, because if this is what I’m in for … it’s going to be one hell of a ride to keep up with him and his libido.
“I want to look at you when I fuck you, Tesoro. Because I like admiring the things I own. And I will make your moans ring through these halls every day from now on.”
Fuck.
My cheeks turn red hot as he pushes the tip inside.
