“Santino,” she whispered, voice husky and trembling with need. “I’ve been waiting.”
My cock hardened, thick and heavy, straining against my pants. Control, already frayed from the day’s violence and responsibilities, strained dangerously close to snapping.
She crawled forward slowly on her knees, graceful and sinful, eyes locked on the bulge in my trousers.
“Please… let me suck your cock. I need to taste you. I’ve been thinking about it all day. Dreaming about it.”
Fuck.
I stood at the edge of the bed, slowly unzipping my pants and freeing my thick, veined cock. It bobbed heavily in front of her face, the swollen head already glistening with precum, the musky scent of my arousal mixing with hers in the heated air.
“You want my cock so badly?” I murmured, voice low and dark with command. I tapped the swollen, leaking head against her full bottom lip, smearing a bead of precum across it. “Then you’ll earn it. One lick at a time.”
She whimpered, the sound vibrating through me, but leaned forward eagerly. I pulled back just enough to tease her.
“Ah ah. One lick. Then you stop. Understand?”
“Yes,” she breathed, voice wrecked already.
I let her lean in. Her soft, warm, wet tongue dragged slowly from the base of my thick shaft all the way up to the leaking tip in one long, reverent stroke.
The velvet heat of her tongue sent white-hot pleasure shooting up my spine. The wet sound of it, the sight of her pink tongueagainst my flushed cock, the faint taste of her earlier arousal still lingering on my skin. It was intoxicating.
“Good girl,” I praised, my voice rough as gravel. “Now stop.”
She pulled back with a frustrated moan, lips shiny and parted, eyes pleading up at me like I was her god and her tormentor all at once.
“Again,” I ordered. “One lick.”
She obeyed, licking me slowly, worshipfully, like she was starving and I was her only salvation. I watched every second, my control fraying thread by thread. The slick, obscene sounds filled the room, mixing with the rain hammering against the windows and her desperate little whimpers.
“Stop.”
Another desperate, broken sound left her throat. I smiled, dark and satisfied.
We continued like that for long, torturous minutes, with slow, agonizing licks. Each one longer, wetter, needier than the last. Her breathing grew ragged and shallow. Her thighs were slick and shining with her arousal, dripping down onto the silk sheets. She was trembling visibly, hips twitching helplessly.
“Such a pretty slut,” I murmured, stroking her dark hair almost gently while she licked me again. “Look at you. So desperate for my cock you’re shaking like a leaf. You’d do anything right now, wouldn’t you? Crawl. Cry. Beg on your knees for hours.”
“Yes,” she whimpered, licking me again the moment I allowed it, her tongue swirling around the sensitive head. “Please, Santino… I need more. I’m aching for you.”
I gripped her jaw firmly, tilting her flushed, tear-streaked face up to mine. “You want it in that greedy little mouth?”
She nodded frantically, eyes wild.
“Beg.”
“Please let me suck your cock,” she sobbed. “I’ll be so good for you. I need to feel you stretching my throat. Please, Santino, I’m dying for it.”
I cut her off by feeding her the thick head.
“Three seconds,” I said coldly. “Count with me.”
I slid the fat head past her swollen lips. Her mouth was hot, wet, silky heaven. The suction was immediate and desperate.
“One,” I counted, voice steady.
She moaned loudly around me, sucking greedily, tongue working frantically.
