揜eady??
She smiled around my cock.
I began to slide in and out of her mouth, leaning even more over her. Soon my thrusts sped up, taking more of her mouth. She breathed heavily through her nose, swallowing sickly around my girth.
Her fingers dug into the sofa, trying to steady herself as she took me into her mouth.
揑 bet Maurice never did this. Too proper to fuck properly, right??I snarled. Anna pulled back, spittle running down her chin.
揝hut up, Sonny, and keep fucking my mouth.?
揧ou ready to take me down your throat??
揗ore than ready,?she growled, her eyes full of challenge and anger.
Santino and I had been pushing each other more and more in recent days. Ever since I抎 returned home from my night with Maurice. Maybe Santino had tried to downplay his anger and jealousy over finding out about Maurice and me, but it had been written all over his face. It had given me a kick, especially because so far it had always been me being jealous, of Mrs. Alfera, Mrs. Clark, and the French-Wench. It felt good to have reversed our positions for once.
I抎 finally driven him over the edge. With a lie, or with an omission by which I抎 confirmed his assumptions.
My clit still throbbed with the remnants of my orgasm. Everything felt swollen and damp. I抎 never thought I could feel this vehemence during an orgasm. I still could hardly believe Santino had gone down on me. Though calling in that didn抰 do it justice in the slightest. Santino had devoured me, made me feel dirty and worshipped. I抎 barely stopped myself from crying out to the heavens like Mrs. Clark had done a long time ago.
Santino抯 expression was harsh as he slid his cock into my mouth. I only saw the hard line of his mouth because he was bent over me to take my mouth. It was strange having my head tilted back so Santino could fuck my mouth.
It wasn抰 that I didn抰 enjoy it, or wouldn抰 have enjoyed it under other circumstances but the tension between us right now was toxic so this felt like he was punishing me. Maybe my own game was slowly catching up to me, and I hated it.
Santino tilted his head so he could meet my eyes and I quickly smirked around his length. He returned the smirk and sped up even more. He reached out, his fingers brushing my clit, which sprang to life at once. Santino抯 finger teased my folds then he pushed one finger into me and began to finger me hard and fast, the heel of his hand pressing against my clit.
I parted my legs wide and closed my eyes, handing myself over to my body completely, allowing pleasure to guide me and not allow my confusing feelings for Santino to get in the way.
I had trouble breathing around his length and my throat began to feel sore from his thrusts. On occasion, I gagged but I grabbed his thighs to steady myself. I wouldn抰 admit to Santino that this was too much for me. I wouldn抰 back down. The slaps of Santino抯 heel against my pussy mingled with my heavy breathing and slurpy chokes. He added a second finger, making me wince briefly. Luckily Santino didn抰 notice and soon pleasure banished the twinge.
My muscles constricted tightly around Santino抯 fingers and my mouth widened for a lustful cry which was stifled by Santino抯 cock as he plunged into me even deeper only to let out a guttural moan. Something hit the back of my throat and my tongue as Santino slid back and forth in jerky movements. I swallowed quickly when it became too much.
Santino slowed then stilled and pulled his cock out of me. I gave him a tight smile, my mouth full with the last spurt of his cum. A slight soreness pounded between my legs when Santino removed his fingers. I stood and spit his cum in his Pernod glass on the living room table before I sauntered into the bathroom and threw the door shut behind me.
Tears stung in my eyes, which was absolutely stupid, because I抎 finally gotten what I wanted. I stared at myself in the mirror. My lips were red and puffy, some of my mascara smeared, and my hair was a complete mess. A wild thudding spread between my legs. I was still sensitive and my nipples were still erect, my body still in orgasm mode.
I leaned against the door, my body yearning for something Santino probably would never give me, for something I should want from Clifford. I wanted him to wrap me in his arms, to hold me while I slept. I wanted things that could only be temporarily mine. Maybe it was better if I never experienced them in the first place. What Santino and I had was safe, and whatever we抎 still have in the future would be pleasurable. Emotions would only get in the way, and would complicate things.
I straightened with a resolute sigh. I grabbed a washcloth to clean myself and froze when it came away light pink.
I cringed then closed my eyes, pressing my lips together to stop a furious cry from slipping out. I could only hope Santino wouldn抰 notice. I didn抰 want to have him ridicule me for being a fumbling virgin.