Chapter Four #2
I could have had this—her—sooner if I’d been clear with her about my feelings. So much time wasted pretending I didn’t want my tongue and cock buried in her pussy. But I don’t have to wait any longer.
I grip her thighs and dip my tongue between her folds, groaning fiercely at her flavor. Sweet. Arousing. Intoxicating.
Mine.
With another growl, I run my tongue along the slit of her wet pussy and stroke her clit in hungry licks.
I'm a madman. One that's been forced to wait for so fucking long.
But now, I can't fucking get enough of her.
My knees dig into the carpet as I bury my face deeper between her legs, kissing and teasing the swollen bud until she's sobbing, knees trembling around my shoulders, but I don't stop.
I don't think I could, even in the event of a natural disaster.
Not until I hear her come apart in my arms.
Not one second before then!
Mine!
Every inch of her belongs to me. I would kill to keep it that way!
The thought, violent and possessive, roars in my head as I lick her before turning to bat the little nub with my tongue.
Long fingers comb through my hair, and I’m pulled deeper into her wet heaven, lapping at her pussy as she raises her hips to meet me.
Her cries ring out in the room, music to my ears as I fuck her with my tongue.
“Dante,” she sobs as her thighs begin to tremble. “Oh God, Dante…feels good… Yes, oh God!”
I slide a hand up her stomach and knead her tits, brushing a thumb over her nipple even as my mouth closes hotly over her clit in rough suction. She screams, her body arching into me as violent tremors roll through her. She floods my tongue with moisture, and I groan at the delicious taste of her.
“Dante. Dante. Dante.”
Her body shakes through the orgasm as she chants my name, her hand tugging at my hair, and her chest heaving when I glance up to look at her.
Christ, she’s a sight to behold. Her cheeks are flushed, and those stunning green eyes are dazed.
That sexy mouth is parted, sharp breaths leaving her as I lap at her pussy, drawing out the orgasm until I've taken everything.
We’re both panting when I pull back and rise to my feet. I shove down my sweatpants and grab my cock, stroking it as I search her mouth with mine in a kiss that’s wet and dirty. Obscene.
“Fuck,” I growl, moving my mouth down her throat as I use my pre-cum to slick my palm. "You tast too fucking good. Mia passerotta.”
“Wait,” Gia whispers as I start to lick a path up her throat. “Dante, wait—”
“I can’t!”
"No, I mean…Dante!" She places a hand on my chest and shoves me back, but I don’t get a chance to react before she jumps off the dresser. I watch with surprise as she drops to her knees, and for a hot second, I am struck mute. "I want to do this for you. C-can you show me?"
“Gia—”
"You wanted to know what I was feeling as I watched you earlier?" she asks, peering up at me from under her lashes. There is a flush on her cheek as she speaks, and she is clearly embarrassed, but my perfect little bird soldiers on. “I was thinking about how you would feel and taste in my mouth.”
Fuck!
Every single drop of blood in my body rushes south, and I didn’t think I could get any harder but I do.
My dick lengthens as I stare down at the beauty with eyes the color of a lush forest and a mouth swollen from my kiss.
Her hands are folded on her lap, clothes askew, revealing those sexy tits.
Just thinking of her taking my cock into that sexy mouth nearly sends me to the edge.
“Open your mouth,” I say hoarsely, my voice strange even to my own ears.
Her lips part, and those pretty eyes stay locked on mine as I move forward.
I slide a hand into her hair and tilt her head up before brushing the head of my shaft over that sexy mouth, painting her lips with my pre-cum.
Lust slams into me when her tongue peeks out to lick her lips, making a low sound in her throat as she tastes me.
My balls threaten to explode when her tongue moves over my slit and licks off the pre-cum beading at my tip.
Fuuuck!
My fingers tighten in her hair, causing her to gasp.
I pump my hips forward and slide my swollen shaft into her mouth, groaning as she takes me to the back of her throat.
She gags and chokes, her eyes filling with tears, gasping for breath when I pull out.
I expect her to shy off, but she leans forward, taking me back between her lips, those teary eyes staying on mine… and I realize I am not going to last.
How could I?
The most beautiful woman I have ever seen, mia passerotta, is kneeling in front of me, eager to please. And I am helpless to do anything but take pleasure.
I tighten a hand in her hair and slide my cock in and out of her mouth, watching as saliva drips down her chin and tears crowd her eyes as she tries to take me deeper into her throat.
I feel a pull in my balls, threatening to explode, and I wait until the very last second before tugging her head back.
I fist my cock and stroke once before my muscles tense and balls tighten, then I explode.
A growl tears through my throat as I come.
She keeps those eyes locked on mine as spurt after spurt paints her pretty face.
“Fuck!” I growl when her tongue peeks out and catches some of my cum. It’s dirty and carnal and so fucking perfect.
She’s fucking perfect.
I’m winded when I pour everything on her, and when she falls back to sit on her heels, she’s a sight to behold. Christ, I almost wish I could capture the moment with my phone, but I choose to take a mental picture, filing it along with all the other memories I have of my perfect girl.
“Did you like it?” she asks shyly, and I bite back the urge to laugh. Like it? My mind is fucking blown.
“You were perfect,” I rasp, and she flushes deep when I reach down and swipe her lips with my thumb before dipping it into her mouth.
Her lips close around my thumb in slow suction, and I growl, pulling back when my cock jolts with interest. “Fuck baby, you were perfect.” I reach down and take her hand, helping her up.
“How about we share that bath you were looking to take earlier?”
She nods, blushing prettily. “Okay.”
I take her hand, ready to take her to the ensuite to draw us a bath, when I notice something lying on the floor.
I take a closer look and realize it’s a white envelope.
I must have pushed it off the dresser when I lifted her on it earlier, so I reach down and grab it.
But before I can turn it over, Gia snaps it from my fingers.
I face her, intent on teasing her for that overreaction, but the panic on her face kills whatever joke I was going to make.
“What is it?” I ask, eyes narrowing on the white envelope.
"Nothing," Gia says, a little too fast for it to be the truth. She opens a drawer and stuffs the envelope in there so quickly that it only adds to my suspicion. "It's just some junk mail I got at my old apartment and forgot to throw out."
She’s not telling the truth.
Gia is someone who wears her heart on her sleeve, and if I wanted, I could push her for the truth, but that would only ruin the moment. Besides, I need her trust more than anything. I’ll earn that first, so she’ll know to come to me for everything.
"Alright then, let’s go," I say, tightening my hand on hers as I pull her to the bathroom. I can read her relief on my decision not to push the matter. With a last glance at the drawer she shoved the envelope into, I make a silent vow to take another look at it later.
There is no reason to ruin the night, perfect as it is.