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She left the kitchen and went to the living room, her movements stiff, like she was irritated. Her arms full of clothing, she shoved her feet into her heels. “See you around?—”
“Stop.” The word was a sharp crack in the air.
She frowned at me over her shoulder. “I have to go, Vito.”
My frown matched hers. “It is fucking freezing outside. You are not leaving in heels, no socks and a t-shirt.”
“It’s fine. I’ll dash straight home and get dressed.”
She wasn’t listening, even after last night. “Come here.” I pointed to the floor beside my stool.
A spark flared to life in her eyes, her mouth pinching in annoyance. I wasn’t fooled, though. This girl liked my bossiness. I could see the struggle, the indecision as we stared at one another, but I would win this battle.
With a huff, she strode toward me, her chin high, then stopped beside my chair. “What is it?”
Carefully, I took the armful of clothing from her and set it on the empty stool beside me. “Angelo mio,” I crooned softly as I swept my knuckles along the soft skin of her jaw. “Who do you belong to?”
She rolled her eyes. “Are we really doing this now?”
Something happened in the last few minutes, something to upset her. I didn’t know what, but she was as prickly as barbed wire now, instead of the sweet girl who’d thanked me for her cappuccino. I wanted that sweet girl back. “We are doing this now. And if you don’t want me to take you upstairs and fuck your mouth until you leak tears, you will answer the question.”
She licked her lips, her eyes going a little glassy.Dio mio, she liked that idea. My groin thickened, blood pulsing in my shaft.She’s too sore. Keep it together, D’Agostino.
Exhaling, I traced her mouth with the pad of my thumb. Her lips were swollen and soft, the flesh smooth. I thrust my thumb past them and onto her tongue. Wet warmth surrounded my skin and my body turned hot and cold at the same time. “Suck.”
She hollowed her cheeks and used her tongue, applying pressure to my thumb, her lips gripping me tightly. Fuck, that was nice. My cock was almost fully hard now, and I wished I’d had her suck me off last night. She was so fucking sexy. “Lift your t-shirt.”
There was no hesitation this time. She reached for the hem of my shirt and dragged it up to her shoulders, baring her tits to me. With her heels on, my seated position meant my mouth was almost at nipple level, so I pulled my thumb from her lips to grabher hips, my fingertips pressing into the heavy cloth to hold her still. “Keep the shirt up. Don’t drop it.”
Leaning in, I licked her nipple, which was already puckered and ready for me. I drew it into my mouth, the taut bud like velvet on my tongue as I suckled. I used my teeth, scraping the sensitive flesh. I lashed and flicked it until she whimpered. Then I switched to the other tit and started all over again.
She was weaving on her feet, panting, her hands shaking while I continued to kiss and lick her nipple. Maggie loved having her breasts played with, her nipples thick and sensitive. I bet she would love clamps on them. “Your tits make me crazy,” I whispered, circling the tip with my tongue. “I love that you don’t need to wear a bra, that I can suck on these whenever I want.” I drew a nipple deep into my mouth.
“Oh, god,” she breathed. “Baby, that feels so good.”
Victory surged through my veins, powerful and addicting.Mio dolce angioletto, I thought as I continued to worship her breasts. She moaned and squirmed, but never dropped the shirt. I was so proud of her. She was perfect. She deserved to be rewarded.
Easing back, I patted her hip. “Pull these off. Get up on the island.”
No argument this time. She whipped off the t-shirt and shimmied out of my sweats. In one graceful move, she hopped onto the island completely naked. I positioned my chair between her legs and spread her wide. “I’ll be gentle,” I promised. “But I’m going to have a shit day, so I want to smell your pussy on my face every time I take a deep breath.”
She scooted closer to the edge and leaned back on her hands. “That’s weirdly sweet.”
I rested my forehead on her mound and inhaled, letting the scent of her arousal fill my head and my lungs. It was likea bump of coke and a hit of weed at the same time—both invigorating and relaxing. Addicting. But it wasn’t enough.
“Lie back. Put your legs over my shoulders.”
She followed directions without complaint and I shifted to get comfortable, taking in the sight of her. Fuck, I wished I could start every day like this. I pressed soft kisses to her slick outer lips, avoiding her entrance. I didn’t want to hurt her, only to make her feel good. I nibbled over the plump flesh gently, teasing, savoring, needing to draw this out as long as possible.
Her back arched when I touched my tongue to her clit, her body jumping. “Shh,” I said, rubbing her legs. “Relax. I’ll be gentle with you.”
I nuzzled the bud with my nose, then licked her a few times before sucking. She gasped, her thighs quivering on either side of my face, and I alternated between light lashes of my tongue and hard suction. Her clit grew hard and swollen, a gorgeous pearl in my mouth. Her sex was slick, coated with her juices, and I lapped them up like a starving man. The kitchen filled with the sounds we made, the smell of her surrounding me, and my length pulsed in my briefs, desperate for friction. I ignored it for now.
Making a woman come was like nothing else on earth. I’d heard men complain it was too hard or not worth the effort, but they were idiots. Bringing a woman to orgasm, controlling her pleasure, was incredibly satisfying. I craved the trembles, the twitches. The way her pussy would contract. Moans and screams she couldn’t hold back because the sensation was too much.
And with Maggie, I also craved her compliance. I liked to remind her who was in charge.
Her muscles tightened and I knew she was close. Easing back, I asked, “Who do you belong to?”