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I wasn’t going to fuck her, not yet, but I wanted to hear her scream for me once more before I took her downstairs for breakfast. With my hands, I spread her thighs wide, allowed myself to feast on the sight of her bare, wet little pussy, and then I pressed my mouth between her legs.
“Oh! You can’t mean to—” she cried out, her shock apparent in every syllable that fell off her lips.
I could smell her arousal, and it drove me wild. She was so responsive to me, so eager for my touch.
My tongue darted out, lapping at her gorgeous little cunt. I loved the taste of her, the feel of her against my lips. I swirled my tongue around her clit, teasing her, and she gasped, her hips bucking against me.
“Oh, God,” she moaned, her hands clutching at the bedsheets. She squirmed, trying to escape me, but my hands pinned her thighs to the bed. She wasn’t going anywhere. She was going to come for me and that was that.
I sucked on her clit, drawing the sensitive nub into my mouth and she whimpered, her back arching clean off the bed.
“Please, Massimo,” she begged, her voice trembling. “It’s too much.”
Wrong.
It wasn’t enough.
It wouldn’t be enough till she was screaming my name as she came for me.
There wasn’t any choice in this for her. I wanted to hear her come, I wanted her screams, and that was exactly what she was going to give me.
With one hand, I gripped her thigh, keeping her spread for me. My other hand slipped between her legs, two fingers pushing inside her wet heat. She was so tight, her inner walls squeezing my fingers like a vise. I pumped my fingers into her, enjoying the way her pussy gripped my every knuckle.
My mouth never left her clit, my tongue flicking over the sensitive bud, feasting on her like I was a man starved. I sucked and licked, my fingers curling inside her. She was panting now, her hips rocking against me, and I knew she was almost there.
I pushed harder, pressed my fingers in deeper. She was crying out now, her hands tangled in my hair, pulling me closer. I was relentless, pushing her further and further until I felt her shatter.
She screamed, her back arching, her hips bucking. The viselike grip of her inner walls fluttered around my fingers, clamping down around them as she lost control. I drank up every second of it, my mouth and fingers never stopping their relentless pursuit of her pleasure.
When she finally went limp, spent and panting, I sat up, licking my lips and staring down at her. The taste of her pleasure on my tongue was exquisite, and I smiled, watching as her chest rose and fell with her ragged breath.
“Now you’re ready to start the day,” I said, cocking my head as she blushed hard lying there in my bed. I leaned down, capturing her lips in a searing kiss. I knew she could taste herself on me and I didn’t let her escape, instead curling my fingers around the back of her neck and keeping her close. In seconds, she melted into my kiss and her arms wound around my neck.
She was so sweet, so perfect. I was going to enjoy every minute with her.
When the kiss ended, she was looking up at me with flushed cheeks, her lips swollen from the intensity of it. I stood, releasing her from my grip and offered her a hand.
“Come. Let’s get some breakfast. Then we can discuss what we’re going to do next.”
She took my hand, letting me pull her up off the bed. I led her into the closet where I tossed her one of my button-up shirts and nothing else.
“I want that pussy bare so that if I decide you need more of my tongue, I can throw you up on the table and force you to come for me until I decide you’re done,la mia bambina.”
“Massimo,” she blushed.
Fuck.
I loved it when she blushed for me. Her pink cheeks, her perfectly soft smile, the way her eyes danced with her shameful arousal. She was a fucking godsend.
I pulled on a pair of slacks and a fresh white dress shirt, not bothering with a tie. There was no point. Not unless I decided to tie her up with one later, but I didn’t need that.
It was easy enough to pin her down and take what I wanted from her, whenever I wanted, however I wanted…
I smirked, unable to help the direction of my filthy thoughts. Without a word, I took her hand and led her downstairs, the smell of coffee filling the air. She followed me into the kitchen where my chef Alonzo was preparing a hearty breakfast for us. There was fresh fruit, yogurt, eggs, bacon, and of course, freshly brewed coffee. I took the liberty of preparing a cup for both myself and Sofia.
She was still blushing, likely thinking about how bare she was beneath my shirt.
Damn.