24. Titus #2
“You are a powerful man, Titus,” she says. “You just need to be reminded. Let your little princess do that for you.”
I brush her long hair over one shoulder, my thumb lingering on her jawline. “All right. Remind me.”
She unzips my pants and her hands expertly pull my dick out.
Her warm hands move up and down the shaft, then she pulls it toward her lips.
It starts with a soft kiss on the head, then her pink tongue swirls around it.
She kisses down the side of my shaft and licks up the other side. Baiting me… teasing me…
Forever the little brat. Thin tendrils of spit of hang from her tongue as she teases me with it. I smile down at her and run my hand through her hair, stroking the back of her neck.
“Do you think it’s wise to tease me, Princess?”
I see a devilish smirk as she kisses my head again, then she slides my dick into her mouth. She starts slowly, taking only half my cock into her mouth. It feels amazing, but I know she can do better.
“You can get more in,” I say, pressing the back of her head downward. “Come on, baby.”
She slides more of me in her mouth and I feel the tip of my dick hit the back of her throat. She keeps going, her head bobbing up and down as she gets it farther and father in. Soon, her lips are touching the base of my cock and my hips start to move, pressing up against her lips.
I’m holding her head now, fucking her mouth as she opens her throat and takes it. “You were right,” I tell her. “You are very, very good at sucking dick. Gag on it for me, baby.”
Down her throat my dick goes, and she holds it there and I hold her head to me until I feel her throat spasm. I release her and she gags a little before coming up off my dick, spit stringing from her lips to my dick.
I’ve never wanted to fuck her more than I do right now. She licks some of the spit away, then she says, “Let me ride, Daddy?”
“Soon, Princess. Turnabout is fair play. Stand up for me.”
She does, standing up between my knees, her little blue panties barely on her hips. I take them off her and she kicks them away. I take her by the hips and turn her around. “Touch your toes.”
I slap her ass for some incentive and she bends over in front of me. Her sweet shaved pussy shines in the firelight, already dripping with honey. I lean in and lick her between her lips, up and down, tracing her every inch.
She shudders and when my tongue hits her clit, she whispers, “Yes, Daddy. Suck on it for me?”
I slap her ass and start sucking on her clit, then I slip my fingers inside her. She’s dripping honey over my nose, into my mouth. I drag my tongue up and between her cheeks, circling her tight little asshole. She leans into me, soft little moans floating up from her.
“That feels so good,” she moans. I slap her ass hard. “Daddy! That feels good, Daddy.”
“That’s my girl,” I moan against her skin. I grab her hips and pull her to me, positioning her over my rock hard cock. “Show me how you ride, Princess.”
She leans into me, letting my dick slide inside her soaking wet pussy.
She squeezes her walls around my cock, moving her hips up and down on me.
I watch my dick disappear over and over again, her juices damping my pants and covering my cock.
She leans back and lifts her legs, planting her feet on the couch on either side of me.
I hold her ass as she moves it up and down with precision, my dick moving deeper than it ever has before.
She leans against my chest, her legs shivering. She stops, swirling and grinding her hips. “I missed this,” she moans against my neck. “I missed you.”
I let her ass go and wrap my arms around her waist, and I kiss her. Sweet lips press against mine, then our tongues dance as the kiss deepens.
I move one hand to her tits and squeeze the nipple hard between my fingers. She moans desperately in my mouth. With the other hand I press my fingers to her clit, swirling it around with the motion of her hips.
“You feel so right wrapped around my dick.” I slap her pussy, my fingers hitting her swollen clit. She gasps and her arms wrap around my head, pulling at my hair. I do it again. “Pretty little thing wants to come, don’t you?”
With every slap her entire body twitches. “Beat it up, Daddy,” she mutters. “Oh, fuck, yes.”
I hold her, stopping her hips and kissing her again as she shivers in my arms. She’s so close to coming and so am I.
Our lips part, and she looks into my eyes as I rub her clit in slow circles. It’s all so clear now. Somehow, she snuck in. I’d closed my heart down forever after Angela died. Shut it away and locked the key. And somehow, she got in.
“Hold onto me,” I whisper as I grab both her thighs. She wraps an arm around my neck to hold her balance and I hold her up, thrusting myself deep and hard. Her eyes roll up and she calls out my name. I bury my face in her hair, taking in every smell of her body, every taste of her skin, everything.
She comes and her pussy grips me as she leans into me, her legs shaking. I have to bite my lip to keep myself from coming with her, holding her body to mine.
And when she relaxes, she looks up at me, a dreamy look in her eyes. “I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard before.”
“Night’s not over yet,” I say. “Turn around.”
I let her get off me, then she turns and straddles me again, sliding herself on top of me, her hips rocking back and forth as she kisses me.
I’m gripping her round little bottom, thrusting in rhythm with her.
I move down to her breasts and flick her nipples with my tongue. She gasps, her hands grabbing my hair.
I look at her curiously and she says, “They’re sensitive.”
That actually explains a lot. I lick them slowly and her eyes roll back. Then I alternate between them, sucking, licking, and then biting them. Her pussy starts to quiver again and I hold her hips.
“Not yet,” I tell her. “Breathe through it.” She nods quickly, biting her lip, moaning breaths coming out of her.
I keep going. And the harder I bite her nipples, the more she starts to shiver. But all those lessons on control are working. She’s breathing through her moans and slowing her hips down as she grinds on my dick.
It’s glorious. She’s riding me like a fucking queen now.
I lift her up and lay her down on the couch, lifting her legs up on my shoulders and fucking her hard. The room fills with the sound of our skin slapping. She grips the arm of the couch, her mouth open as rhythmic gasps escape her.
“Hold onto it,” I say, trying to will my own orgasm back. “Hold it, baby.”
Her moan turns shaky and her pussy starts to grip me. “Fuck… Titus… fuck…”
“Oh, Sofia,” I moan. I’m going to come. It’s going to happen. “Fucking come for me, baby. Fall apart all over this dick, baby.”
She arches her back and I explode inside her. My own body is shaking and I push her legs off my shoulders, falling into her arms. She wraps her legs around my waist and kisses my neck as my body jerks with ever wave.
“I love you, Sofia,” I say. It comes out in a whisper, barely perceptible. I’m not even sure I’ve said it aloud.
I feel the walls of her pussy tighten around me, her hands running through my hair. She kisses me as she moves her hips slowly, the soft and sopping wet skin between us still sending warm waves over my body as she moves.
“I love you, Titus,” she whispers back. She kisses and bites my shoulder. Then, even softer, “I love you.”
It’s like we don’t want the others to know. The Bratva, the brotherhood, whoever. The movements of our world can’t stop this. Not now. Not at this very moment.
Her kisses and gentle nips send signals to my cock and before I know it, I’m hard again. I go slowly this time, making love to her in a way I’ve never done.
And under the firelight, as we make love together, I feel whole again. Somehow, she’s set it all right.
And when I leave this room, I’ll make it all right for the rest of us.