Honey words drip down my skin, the deep gravel of them making my pulse race for an entirely different reason than before. He runs his tongue over his lip, watching as I make my way to him, his russet reds turning darker with each step that brings me closer to him.
I pause just in front of him, smiling up at his gloomy face. My breath quickens when he raises his hand, running his fingers along my throat to grip my jaw. He lifts me onto my toes with the touch, bringing my lips to his for a feather light kiss. “Questa é la mia brava ragazza.” That’s my good girl.
I preen under his praise, heart thumping impatiently against my ribs, eagerly wanting to play his wicked games. Running my hands up his chest, I can feel the tension coiling under his skin to match the tightness of his jaw. Something is clearly bothering him enough to seek me out to help ease his anxieties, a task I’m more than willing to assist with.
His thumb strokes along my jaw as he turns my face, lightly scraping his teeth along my neck to breathe against my ear. “Show me how good you can be.”
His voice covers me in goosebumps, sending a delicious shiver up my spine. He lets me pull from him, dark eyes tracking my fingers as I run them down my torso, deliberately skimming over my hardened nipples through my tank. Grabbing the hem, I lift it over my head, tossing it off to the side as his gaze eats me up. I drop my cotton shorts next, letting them pool by my feet. Hooking my thumbs into the band of my panties, his voice stops me.
“Leave them on.”
Doing as I’m told, I bring my hands to my hair instead, coiling it around itself, using the length to tie into a tight bun on the top of my head. With a smirk, I walk past him, trailing my fingers down his forearm and through his palm to link our fingers, pulling him behind me. Looking over my shoulder, I catch sight of his crooked grin that sets my fireflies into a frenzy.
Pulling him in front of the recliner, I turn to face him, sliding my fingers under his shirt to push the fabric up his taut stomach and chest. Gripping it behind his back, he pulls it the rest of the way off, watching me with hooded eyes as I press myself into him. His skin is hot against mine, his callused hands sliding around my rib cage to squeeze my ass in his palms. Lifting to my toes, I trace my tongue over his bottom lip, pushing roughly against his chest before he can kiss me back, dropping him into the chair.
He undoes the button on his jeans as he watches me drop to my knees, gripping my chin when I push my palms up his thighs. He shifts so his hard cock is in his hand, thumb spreading the precum already collecting at the tip. He doesn’t say anything, just gives my chin a light squeeze, eyes lifting from his own dick to my face in a silent command. His fingers leave my chin to grip the back of my head as I press forward between his legs. I let him push my open mouth on to his dick, laying my tongue flat to accommodate him. I keep my eyes locked on his even as they water, fighting my gag reflex so he can push himself as deeply as he wants. He smirks down at me, fingers pinching into my hair as he moves me how he wants, fucking my face at a leisurely pace.
Waiting until I can feel him relaxing into me, I fight his hand, dropping his swollen cock from my mouth with a loud pop, spit and precum sliding down my chin with the movement, “Non voglio essere buono.” I don’t want to be good.
His chest rumbles at my words, reminiscent of a growl. I can’t fight the smile that it brings to my lips, pussy clenching at the look on his face. His thumb presses roughly over my mouth, wiping away some of the spit. He lifts me to his face to suck my bottom lip into his mouth, tugging it back with his teeth. “Get up.”
I stand at his command, a surprised squeak working its way out of my chest when he quickly spins and pushes me, so I’m bent over the edge of the couch. In the next breath, he smacks my ass, my stomach jerking against the armrest as my face hits the cushion with the blow. My yell is masked by a moan, fingers digging into the pillows as he yanks my panties down my legs.
He doesn’t bother warming me up for him, my own slickness already making my thighs slippery, sinking to the hilt into my aching pussy. He grabs my bun, jerking my head back at an uncomfortable angle. I can feel the hair already falling around my shoulders, loose strands falling from my makeshift bun as he grips it between his fingers, the mass of it in his hand. His teeth sink into my shoulder, a hand coming around to pinch a nipple between his fingers. “I’m going to fuck your tight little ass while you come around my fingers, got it, Vita Mia?”
“Yes.” It’s a breathy, almost pleading sound, ending on another moan as he continues to drive into me, his hard thrusts bruising my hips against the couch.
He pulls from me, two large fingers immediately taking place of his dick as he works his hand into my slick, soaking his fingers to drag them up to my ass. His dick continues to tease me, rubbing along the outside of my pussy as he works himself into my ass, fingers stretching me with each push. I’m already close by the time he takes his dick in his hand to
