Page 58 of Forgive Me, Father

He got a hold of my hair and started to fuck my mouth like last time.The only difference was that it wasn’t as deep as previously.I regulated the tempo and thrusting due to the fact that my grip was securely around his base.

I sucked harder and the noises that left my husband’s lips were music to my ears.

He came in my mouth and that was the only time I took him deep.It slid down my throat as he finished and when he was done and spent, I got up and kissed his lips.

“That was amazing,” he said and kissed me back.

Our kiss was brief, but intense, before he pulled away.Without a word, he grabbed his belt and fastened it around my wrist, the leather cool against my skin.He kept his gaze fixed on my face as he brought my other hand to join the bound one, securing it tightly before looping the leather around both wrists.

“What are you doing?”I asked, confused.

“Something new,” he spoke seductively and stepped out of his jeans and briefs, walking us both toward the wall.My back connected with it, and Alfonso tugged the belt higher, lifting me onto my toes, before hooking it above my head, the leather stretched taut over a hook that was absurdly high, almost out of reach.The stretch felt good.

His fingers found the button at the back of my neck.He unhooked it, and the jumpsuit slipped down to my waist.

Then he yanked the jumpsuit down my body.

My bra was next and when my breasts popped out of the cups, he grabbed one with a tight grip.

A whimper slipped past my lips at his touch.Warm lips sucked in my hard nipple, pulling a gasp from the back of my throat.

His warm breath colliding with my plump swollen flesh, heightened the arousal busy happening between my legs.

He didn’t take off my panties as he feasted on my breasts.Strong hands traced down the sides of my torso, his nails digging into my skin with a possessive pressure.

The yelp pushed from my lips as it stung, but a part of me absolutely wanted more.

He eased up on the scratching and when he came to the hem of my panties and slipped his hand inside.His finger stroked between my folds and found my nub.

My head spun from pure ecstasy as I tried to spread for him, but it was almost impossible when you tried to balance yourself on your toes.

“You are so fucking wet,” he praised me lowly.

“It’s you making me wet,” I said and swallowed hard.

He smiled and slid his finger faster between my folds.“My perfect little runaway,” he murmured.“Always wet.Always horny for my cock.”

“Fuck,” I whispered.

“Do you like it?”The whispers were as painfully seductive as me hanging from a hook inside the bathroom of his private jet with my skin aflame.“Every filthy word from my lips makes this tight little cunt grip my fingers.”

I nodded, the pressure in my arms building as the blood slowed to a trickle.But I'd rather lose feeling in my hands than ask him to stop.

I hated that I struggled to open more for him.

But my legs felt like lead, and I couldn’t help but feel like an idiot, as I failed to swing them, trying to give him more access.

He spoke in Italian again.It sounded like a warning.

I loved it.

He finally went on his knees and pulled my panties away.His tongue delved into my opening, lapping through my folds flicking his tongue harder against my clit.

I bit down on my lips as obscene noises left my throat.He pried my legs apart and hooked them over his shoulders.I wanted to scream as he plunged his face into my pussy and feasted on me as if I was an open buffet.

The euphoria made my eyes roll to the back of my head and I moaned as his fingers dipped deeply into my passage.

It was slow at first, and then ravenous as his finger fucked me with gusto.