I run my fingers once through her shorter hair, feeling the new weight against my palm before reaching for my belt.
I unbuckle it without hurry. The click of metal sounds loud in the quiet room. Her eyes follow my hands as I open my pants and free my cock.
I step closer and rest the tip against her bottom lip.
“Open.”
She does.
I feed myself into her mouth, watching her lips stretch around me.
I push deeper until her throat tightens around the head. Her eyes water as I hold her there for one measured second before easing back.
“There she is,” I murmur. “Such a pretty girl with her mouth full of my cock.”
Her lashes flutter.
A broken sound vibrates around me.
I keep one hand in her hair and control the pace, using her mouth in deep, deliberate strokes.
“So good,” I tell her quietly. “You take my cock so well.”
She swallows around me, and the color rising into her cheeks tells me exactly what the praise does to her.
I pull out before it becomes too much.
A thick string of spit stretches from her bottom lip to the head of my cock. Her tongue follows it without thought, reaching for me.
A quiet laugh leaves me. “Greedy girl.”
Her brows pull together.
I slide back into her mouth before she can do anything about it.
She takes me deeper this time, eager, spit slipping down her chin and onto the front of the dress.
My hand tightens in her hair as I control every thrust when my body demands something rougher.
I could come like this. I could empty myself down her throat and leave my taste thick on her tongue.
Instead I pull out, and her lips follow me before she catches herself.
She stares up at me.
Clearly offended.
She’s breathing hard, eyes dazed and desperate.
Exactly how I wanted her.
I tuck myself back into my pants, close the zipper, and fasten my belt with the same precision I used to open it.
Her brows draw together farther. “Luciano.”
I wipe the corner of her mouth with my thumb before pressing it gently between her lips.
She cleans it without being told, glaring at me the entire time.