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Alessa squirms against my palm, legs tensing, her nails sink deeper into my shoulders. My cock aches, imagining her wrapped around me, how good she’ll feel when I finally sink inside this greedy littlefica.
I swallow every sound she makes—those breathy gasps, the whimper that escapes when my tongue slides against hers. My hands roam possessively, one sliding beneath her shirt to feel the hot skin I’ve been denied. Her tits are full, perfectly sized for my hands. Like she was made for me.
She shudders violently when my fingers reach her waistband again, teasing the edge. I smirk against her lips when she whimpers, thighs pressing together instinctively.
“Legs wide open for me, piccola.” My voice is rough, edged with danger. She bites her lower lip as she obeys, parting her thighs just enough, those green eyes begging me to ruin her.
So, I do.
Gliding my free hand through her slick pussy “All for me?” I murmur, dragging through her heat, and she chokes out something between a moan and a curse.
She bucks against my hand, frantic, grinding against my fingers. When I press a slow, devastating stroke where she needs it most, her entire body trembles.
“You like that, don’t you,tesoro?”
“Dominic,” she gasps, my name a prayer on her lips.
“You’re so fucking wet for me, aren’t you?”
“Hmm...”
“Say it,” I demand, needing to hear her surrender. “Tell me who this wet pussy’s for, Alessa.”
“You,” she whimpers, breaking. “My wet pussy’s for you, baby.”
Baby? Those words from her lips send blood rushing to my already painfully hard cock.
I clench my jaw, groaning as I slide two fingers inside her. She tightens around me, her inner walls gripping me as I work her with purpose. Each touch draws another ragged sound, another tremble. The slick sound of her arousal fills the room, mixing with our harsh breathing.
She’s coming undone. Her body arcs off the bed, hands cupping my face like she needs an anchor. Her hips roll desperately, chasing the pleasure only I can give.
“That’s it, Alessamia.” My lips brush her ear, free hand gripping her hip to keep her exactly where I want her. I curl my fingers inside her, feeling her juices coat my hand.
“Take what you need, piccola.”
She’s spiraling. Her head falls back, lips parted, my name a broken whisper as she tightens around my fingers. “Dominic, please,” she begs, voice breaking. “I—I’m going to come-”
My hands stop abruptly. I slip out my fingers, leaving her empty and desperate. Her head snaps up, face shocked. I don’t speak—only offer a wicked smirk as I deliberately lick her taste from my fingers. Sweet and tart and absofuckinglutely mine.
Her thighs tremble as I press her against the mattress, grip firm and possessive, spreading her further beneath me.
“Dominic,” she whispers, fingers tangling in my hair as I drag my mouth down her neck, unbuttoning her silk top. Her breasts spill out, nipples hard and begging for attention. I press forward feeling the weight of her tits on my face before taking one into my mouth—sucking while rolling the other between my fingers.
I work my mouth lower, kissing and marking every inch of skin. She shudders when I reach her hips, my hands busy removing her shorts. They hit the floor with one swift motion, leaving Alessa completely exposed.
Sinking to my knees, I dig my fingers into her thighs, tugging her ass to the edge of the bed. She yelps in surprise before laughing—the sound turning into a gasp as I settle between her legs. Thesight of her spread out for me makes me strain painfully against my sweats.
I run my hands up that silky skin, mesmerized by how wet she is for me. Glistening, swollen and begging for my mouth.
“Mingya,” I groan, bringing my lips to her aching clit. “You smell so fucking perfect.”
She squirms, fingers tugging my hair, trying to pull me closer. My tongue runs the length of her cunt before thrusting inside, tasting her essence.
“Oh God, Dominic,” she moans, writhing against me. I tighten my grip on her thighs, locking her in place. “Please. Faster.”
I chuckle against her sensitive flesh, but obey, increasing my pace, my tongue delving deeper. Her hands leave my hair, caressing my arm before her nails dig into my skin. I offer my palm, and she intertwines her fingers with mine, clinging.
I bring my free hand to my mouth, wetting my fingers before sliding them back inside her, my tongue focusing on her clit.