"Is that right?"
"It is. You're mean."
"I have bad news for you, sporcacciona," I say, licking her clit. "This isn't a fucking game."
Then I dive back in.
She screams and arches off the bed, but I press her hips into the mattress, keeping her in place.
And this time, I don't stop.
I devour her, licking and sucking, stroking her with my tongue.
She is close.
So close.
Her body is trembling.
She is panting and gasping and groaning and begging and cursing.
She is perfect.
"I want you," she says, her voice breaking. "Please, Mario. I want you."
"Then take me," I say, pressing a finger into her.
Her walls close around me.
"Come, Victoria," I say, curling my finger and finding her G-spot.
Her body bows, and she lets out a sob.
"That's it," I say, stroking her.
"I... oh."
"Come for me, cara. Come on my hand. Come in my mouth."
She whimpers.
"Come, Victoria. Show me how much you love this."
"Oh," she gasps, and her muscles start to tremble.
I stroke her G-spot, and her whole body jerks.
"Oh. Oh. Oh."
"That's it," I say. "Spread those legs wide for me, let me have it."
"Mario!" she screams, her body arching off the bed as she comes.
I don't let her go, working her hard and fast, drawing her orgasm out, until her thighs clamp around my head, and her fingers tangle in the sheets.
"Oh, God," she sobs, her thighs falling apart. "Oh, God. Oh, God."
I give her clit one final, long lick.
