Chapter 34 Vin #2
“You interpret a spanking as encouragement to continue after I just told you ‘no?’” It’s a genuine question. I don’t understand how this woman thinks. “That doesn’t make sense.”
“From your response, I’m guessing ‘no,’” she says carefully. “But you know I like it when you spank me.”
She says it so simply, owning something that should embarrass her with quiet confidence. The whole God damn thing is confusing as hell.
I ignore her and turn back to the movie, my arm resting along her side. She turns toward the TV too, but I don’t watch a single second. My attention is 100 percent on her, her hand that never stops roaming my thigh, the heat building between us.
The second the credits roll, I click off the TV.
She rises without a word and heads to the kitchen, her ass swaying with each step. When she bends at the waist to open the fridge and peer inside, I can’t take my eyes off her.
“Is it done?” I’m starving. For a lot of things.
She smiles at me over her shoulder, clearly enjoying the effect she has on me. “It would be better if you let it set overnight but—”
I raise an eyebrow and she stops talking immediately, shakes her head, and pulls the bowl of cannoli filling out of the fridge.
“Feed it to me.”
She dips her fingers in the cream and brings them to my mouth. I suck her fingers clean, groaning. Fucking incredible. Sweet, creamy, perfect.
I scoop some onto my own fingers and bring them to her lips. She opens, taking my fingers in her mouth, her eyes locked on mine. But I keep my expression dead, cold. Nothing sweet or romantic here. This isn’t a date. This isn’t love. This is… whatever the fuck this is.
I scoop more cream and rub it into her nipples.
She gasps. I lower my head and suck, hard enough to make her moan.
The cannoli filling is so good I don’t stop until her nipples are hard peaks and she’s shaking, her nails digging into my shoulders.
Her body stiffens and she goes quiet, her eyes closed.
“Are you about to come?” I ask, pulling back.
“I don’t think so.” She’s breathless. “I’ve never come with anyone before, remember?”
I narrow my eyes at her. If she’s not coming, then there’s something more she needs that she’s not getting, and knowing her that something is darker and more painful than anything I’ve put her through yet. The urge to push her limits, to make her break or make her come, is almost overwhelming.
I turn her roughly, scoop more cannoli cream, and push it into her ass. She gasps as I work it in with my fingers, then I pull out my cock and push inside.
The cream does little to make her slick, but I fuck her ass with nothing but her homemade dessert as lube. I know this shit hurts. It has to. She stiffens but takes it; the hard fast unlubricated thrusts do nothing but make her moan.
Okay, if it’s not more pain, then maybe it’s a darker, deeper submission that will do it.
I pull out, I turn her again and shove her to her knees. “Suck my cock.”
I’m 90% sure she won’t do it, take my cock in her mouth after I just fucked her ass bareback. But if there’s a shot that it helps her come, I’ll take it. Break her or make her come is the mission.
But neither of those occurs. She opens her mouth and takes me in, her eyes closing as she tastes herself on me, and sucks my cock into the back of her throat.
I’m in shock, but only for a second because the way she moves her tongue, the way she groans around my cock, the way she worships it—fuck, it’s so fucking good.
She’s nowhere near close to coming, but—
“Stop,” I grit out. “I’m going to come.”
She doesn’t stop. Just keeps going, sucking harder, taking me deeper. With a roar, I pull out at the last second and come on her face, her hair, shoot cum across her tits, mark her.
“Bad girl,” I growl. Then I kiss her hard, tasting myself on her lips, claiming her mouth the way I just claimed her body.
I lift her onto the edge of the counter, throw her legs over my shoulders, and reach for the bowl of cannoli cream.
She watches, eyes wide, as I load up the piping bag she had out to fill the cannoli shells and position the tip at her entrance. When I insert it deep inside her and squeeze, filling her pussy with the cold creamy filling, she gasps, her thighs trembling.
Eating pussy is not something I usually do, but with Sophie? I can’t fucking stop. Add in the cannoli filling and her pussy is mother fucking heaven.
I lower my mouth to her and eat the cannoli cream mixed with her salty arousal out of her pussy.
I start soft, gentle licks, making her whole body tense, until I can’t hold back.
She screams as I bury my face in her, eating her voraciously, sucking the cream out of her, my tongue working inside her until she’s shaking violently.
I scoop her up under her knees, keeping my face buried in her pussy. She shrieks as I carry her blindly into the bedroom and dive onto the bed with her.
Tonight, I’m going to make her come for the first time in her life.
And I’m going to ruin her for anyone else.