She gags, but even that’s pretty as she looks up at me with watery blue eyes, her mouth full of my dick.
“You look so pretty like this,” I rasp, threading my fingers through her short pixie-cut.
I don’t push her, just guiding her by her hair. She hollows her cheeks and I squeeze my eyes shut so she doesn’t see them rolling back into my head.
I have to yank her off me because she’s eager, bobbing her head again as soon as I manage to collect myself. I tug her off and she whimpers, pouting.
“Didn’t like it?”
I bark out a laugh. “Like it? Babydoll, I nearly blew down your throat.”
She grins. “You could have, you know.”
“Oh, I know,” I murmur. “Bet you’d let me do anything I want to you right now, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes,” she breathes.
“If I blow down your throat, I don’t get to feel that tight pussy wrapping around me.”
I shift, grabbing her ankles and wrapping her legs around my waist. I take myself in hand and she moans in anticipation, biting down on her lip and rocking her hips up.
I push into her, slowly at first, and then faster as she cries out my name, raking her nails down my back again. Little hellion. Pixie is the right pet name for her. She clearly has to be otherworldly.
I pull almost all the way out then ram back in, watching her go limp, her nipples hard and swollen. She’s close again, I can tell by the way she stiffens, by how tight she starts to feel around my cock.
“So ready to come again? What are you, pixie?”
“Yours,” she gasps. “I’m yours.”
Pleasure rockets through me at her words, making my balls draw up.
“That’s right,bellissima,” I praise through gritted teeth, so close to the edge after a few strokes that it’s criminal. But the way she sounds, the way she looks, the way she feels around me…
But then there’s this voice in the back of my head.She’s not yours. She never has been. You’re being an idiot, Luca.
That voice sounds an awful lot like my father. It throws me off and my hips lose rhythm, but only for a moment. I focus back on Sophia’s face, those big doe eyes, her blissed out expression, and it helps, but it only rockets me closer to my orgasm.
“Fuck,” is all I manage to say before I blow, spilling inside her and groaning against her neck as I lean down, moving only my hips.
Sophia lets out a low whine when I pull out slowly. I feel bad because she hadn’t reached her second orgasm. It’s kind of a competition usually, with me, to see how many times I can get a woman off before I reach my peak.
She pouts and I chuckle low in the back of my throat, sweat popping up on my forehead from the exertion. I slide down her body, dipping my tongue inside her navel, kissing along her hipbones before I spread her thighs roughly with two hands.
She gasps as I loop her knees over my shoulders, pressing my face against her sex and inhaling. Fuck, she smells good. Tastes good.
So much for not crossing this line with her.
I lap at her clit for an idle moment and she writhes, rocking her hips up to grind against my tongue. I moan against her, lolling my tongue out as she rides my face.
My dick twitches in interest despite the fact that I’m spent. Sophia can’t get enough, and it does something to me.
I slide my tongue along her slit, dipping it into her entrance and tasting her musk. I hum against her clit, latching around it and working my tongue across the sensitive bud.
“Oh, Luca,fuck,” she manages, and her voice is strained and breathy. She’s close again, I can tell by the mewling sounds she makes, how she clenches around my fingers when I insert two to the knuckle. “I’m coming, coming?—”
She cries out my name when she comes, rocking her hips against my face and all I can do is groan, my dick growing half-hard just from tasting her. I keep it up, latching around her clit and she whimpers, threading her fingers through my hair and tugging my face up.
I look at her, panting, and she gives me a dopey grin.
