“Let go, Aurora,” he orders huskily, making my eyes fly open to stare at him. The deep timbre of his voice is intoxicating. “Soak my face.” He starts to move his fingers faster and harder inside me, before he lowers his mouth back to my clit and sucks hard. The combination is too much.
It’s fucking perfect.
I come on a low scream, my body arching and shuddering against his face as I ride the waves. The vibrations of Alonzo’s guttural groan only enhance the sensation. “Oh yes,” I pant, grinding my pussy even harder into his mouth, chasing every last ounce of pleasure. I see the satisfaction flash in his eyes before he finally releases me, lowering me back to the bed.
My body feels like jelly, but I force myself to move when he gets to his feet. I’m not about to give him enough space to consider stopping. At least not until I get to return the favor.
He puts one knee on the bed, but stills when I crawl to him, and reach out to grip his cock, stroking him a couple times, alternating the pressure to see what he likes. His face flushes, and his jaw clenches, but a low groan pulls from him when I move a little harder and faster.
There we go.
“Aurora,” he hisses, his hips flexing, driving himself more into my grip.
I don’t waste time, dropping my mouth to take him in as deep as I can, sucking hard and moving my hand in tandem with my mouth. He lets out a hoarse shout, not expecting it, a hand cupping the back of my head, guiding me.
I give a small shriek, then groan when his other hand comes down sharply on my ass, and he pushes himself deeper into my mouth, being careful not to choke me. Well, much. I gag slightly, but I draw in a deep breath through my nose when he pushes back in and edges toward the back of my throat.
“Look at you,” he rasps, his hand kneading my ass cheek, stretching and pulling, making cool air hit me in all the right places. My skin pebbles, but I try to ignore it. I’m enjoying this so much. His reactions only amp up my own desire. Knowing how much he’s enjoying this, that I’m making him lose some of his control, has my arousal dripping between my thighs. Whenhe realizes, his fingers slide down the crack of my ass to cup me. “Fuck, you’re soaked.”
Two fingers thrust inside me, jolting me, and I let out a deep groan when his cock hits the back of my throat. “You love sucking my cock, don’t you, Rori?” he grinds out. His fingers thrust quickly, and his thumb moves down to circle my clit. The sensations nearly distract me. Sheer determination has me focusing on him. I move my head and hand faster, desperate to make him feel as out of control as me.
“That’s it, orsetta, suck me nice and hard. Your mouth is fucking perfect. Maybe this is how I’ll spend every day from now on, yes? Every time you sass me, I’ll fill it with my cock, while feeling how wet you get for me. I think that sounds fucking perfect.” He lets out a sharp hiss as I scrape him lightly with my teeth on the next pass, my grip tightening even more on his shaft to let him know what I think about that suggestion.
He pulls his hand from my pussy, bringing it down with a sharp crack on both cheeks. I moan, the stinging doing nothing to dam the flames. Suddenly, he eases back, and before I can brace, he grips my jaw, putting pressure on the corner of my mouth to open it even wider, while the other hand now weaves into my hair, gripping so tight that I can’t move my head.
“Naughty girl, dolcezza,” he grinds out, pumping his hips harder and faster as he fucks my face. I can’t do anything but grip the sheets to hold myself upright and steady.
It’s fucking glorious.
I lift my eyes to stare up at him, accepting the punishment as he pushes down my throat with each thrust, barely managing not to gag. “This is what I’m going to do whenever you push me, Aurora,” he pants, watching me, his face flushing and tightening as his orgasm gets closer and closer. “I’m going to fuck this perfect, sassy mouth, then I’m going to spank that ass red. And you’re going to fucking love it, aren’t you? You’regoing to drip for me, so fucking needy for it. Because you like a man in charge, don’t you?”
I just stare at him, letting him see the desire on my face. Fuck, yes, I want all of that. But only with him. He’s the only man I’ll ever allow to have me like this.
“I’m going to come, orsetta, and you are going to swallow every last drop,” he grates out, his movements getting jerkier. I moan, my throat working, and he lets out a low curse, his grip on my hair so tight I wouldn’t be surprised if he pulled out a few strands.
Seeing him lose control this way? I love it. I want more.
He comes down my throat in hot bursts, and I have to work hard and try not to panic as I feel like I’m going to choke. Thankfully, he realizes and eases back enough that I can swallow all of him down, our gazes locked.
When I finally finish, and he pulls out of my mouth, I shudder. Fuck, that was hot. I want to do that again soon.
Alonzo drops his head forward, his grip on my hair easing. He mutters something in Italian again—I really need to start learning it so I know what the hell he’s saying—and I shift away. He doesn’t stop me, carefully detangling his fingers from my hair, and I shift back to sit up on my knees.
I bite back a groan at the friction the movement causes on my throbbing clit once more. I’m so slick and needy that I widen my stance, bringing my fingers down to rub quickly at my clit. I let out a low whimper, my eyes slamming shut as sensations wash over me.
“I should be pissed that you want to touch yourself instead of letting me, but that’s so fucking hot,” Alonzo grates huskily. I force my eyes open, seeing him watching my fingers with renewed hunger. I watch as he grips his half-hard cock and starts to stroke it slowly, grimacing slightly, but he doesn’t stop.
Who am I to deny him a show?
I widen my thighs as far as I can, arching my back, and parting my folds with my other hand to let him see everything. I slide the fingers on my clit down to my entrance, working two inside, moving them slowly so he can see the arousal coating my fingers. He groans, entranced.
I rock my hips, the breath catching in my throat as I work myself, making my orgasm rise higher and higher inside me. My free hand moves to my clit, circling hard and fast, racing and reaching for the pleasure I’m getting so close to.
Another tortured groan, and I force my heavy lids open to see him working his cock faster and harder as he watches me. Oh yes, he’s definitely enjoying the show. “Alonzo,” I breathe.
“Tell me what you need, Aurora,” he rasps, eyes lifting to mine. “Do you want to come on your fingers or on me?”
Is that even a question?
