“Please what?”
“Fuck me! PLEASE! Please let me come!”
I slam my mouth into her pussy, using one thumb to rub her clit in a pounding rhythm as I eat her.
Then she tenses, tightens in a way she rarely does. Her whole body seizes.
“Vin—” Her voice is high, strangulated, shocked. “Vin,wait—”
I don’t wait.
She comes so hard it wrecks her. It wrecks both of us. Her voice cracks open, her thighs shake, and she squirts against my mouth, sudden and warm. My eyes open wide and I’m relentless on her clit, fucking her through it, her cum wetting her thighs.
When she stills, she makes a sound of absolute mortified shock that I will remember for the rest of my life. I lick her clean and stand, breathing hard.
I untie her hands and turn her over. She stares up at me, undone, flushed from her throat to her hairline, her chest heaving. Her whole body is limp.
“What—” she starts.
“I know,” I say.
“That was—”
“I know.”
Her chest rises and falls. “How do you do that?”
My phone buzzes again, but I take my cock in my hand and pushinside her. Her whole body instantly starts to shake, and I grab her wrists, smoothing my thumbs over the creases where the tie bit into her skin, and shush her softly.
She scrabbles her fingers over my face, into my hair, down my back, with no strength to hold onto me.
“I’m going to make that happen every single time I fuck you for the rest of your life.” I tell her, pounding into her pussy. “Every time, Sophia. That’s a promise.”
“This is not—” She closes her eyes then opens them. “I am not— Vin, I told you I amdone.”
“You keep saying that.” I growl. FUCK, she feels so good. “Why the fuck do you keep saying that?”
“Because I mean it.”
I shift up changing my angle, hitting that spot deep inside her that turns her inside out and her eyes roll back in her head as she moans.
“Keep talking, princess.” I pull out and push inside her in one long stroke and she gasps, her head dropping back, her whole body arching off the console. “Tell me all about how you’re not mine.” I press my forehead to her temple and start to move, slow and deep, my mouth at her ear. “Yourpadroneis listening.”
She grips my shoulders with both hands as I fuck her and pulls me closer.
“Padrone,” she breathes.
There it is.
I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her flush against me, not breaking my rhythm, my free hand moving up into her hair, tilting her head back so I can see her face. Her eyes are half closed, glassy, her mouth slightly open, her nails scraping down the back of my jacket.
“Padrone,” she says again.
“Yes,regina mia,” I say against her throat.
I pull her tight against me and drop my voice to a murmur, low and steady. I know what my queen needs. “I’ve got you, Sophie. Yourpadroneis right here. Come for me. I’ve got you, princess. Squirt all over my cock. That’s it. Grip me with that wet pussy. I’ve got you.”
She buries her face in my neck. Her whole body tightens around me, and her hands fist into my jacket. And she comes, not like the first time, loud and violent, but deep and slow. Her voice breaks against my collar, her nails rake up my back, her legs wrap around me and pull me in like she intends to keep me there.
