揧ou won抰 ever call me pussy again.?
I hummed my agreement. With Santino抯 fingers hitting all the right spots, I would have agreed to anything.
Santino抯 hot breath hit my skin a second before he bit my ass cheek lightly, making me moan even louder. 揧ou can be such a good girl when you抮e horny. I抣l remember that.?
揌ow does letting you fingerfuck me over your lap when I抦 engaged to another man make me a good girl??
Santino抯 palm hit my ass hard. I jerked then cried out when he pinched my clit and I almost came. 揧ou are only mine right now, and I want you to remember that.?
My head lolled forward once more with a weak nod as Santino抯 fingers moved torturously slowly, stroking my inner walls deliciously, as he moved so deep his knuckles pressed against my clit.
揘ow I want you to come hard like a good girl.?
I would have rolled my eyes if Santino hadn抰 started thrusting his fingers into me at a pace that had me grab his legs and my toes digging into the floor because I was losing track of what was up and down.
揙h god,?I gasped. 揙h god.?
I wasn抰 sure I could take much more. My body was heightened to the max, my clit swollen and aching, desperate for release.
Santino smashed his palm against my ass when his fingers were buried all the way in me and his knuckles hit my clit.
I screamed as I came with a violent shudder. A string of unintelligible words, some French some Italian fell from my lips as I pressed my face against Santino抯 calf and felt wetness trickle down my thighs.
Confusion filled me but I was too overwhelmed and exhausted to react on it.
Santino purred like a lion as he stroked my ass, his fingers still sliding in and out of me.
He bent down and pressed a kiss to my left then my right ass cheek before he pulled out his fingers and kissed my sensitive flesh. I moaned again. His tongue trailed over my upper thigh.
I lifted my head, certain my hair was worse than a bird抯 nest. 揑抦 not sure I like you spanking me like a naughty schoolgirl.?
Santino peered at me over my ass, looking entirely too pleased with himself. 揧our body does. You squirted like a good girl.?
My cheeks heated. For some reason, this seemed like something unnormal to do. I抎 never done that before.
揟rust me, making a girl squirt is a badge of honor every man wears proudly,?Santino said, reading me as usual. Lying on his legs had become increasingly uncomfortable due to his erection digging insistently into my belly.
His smile broadened, becoming almost wolfish. 揕et抯 see if I can earn another badge.?
Santino gripped my hips and tossed me on the bed. I let out a groan, feeling boneless.
揘o rest for the wicked, Cherie, I抦 going to give you a real pounding now.?
Santino positioned me so I was sprawled out on the bed with my face turned toward the wooden bars of the headboard.
揧ou better hold on tightly. This is going to be rough.?
I bit my lower lip to stifle a grin. Santino propped my ass up slightly then squatted behind me. I was about to comment on the position when he slammed into me. His hands clamped down on my hips as he pistoned into me. My hands shot out, fingers desperately clinging to the bars of the bed.
揙h holy shit,?I gasped into the pillow.
Santino抯 thrusts hit me so deeply and filled me so entirely that stars burst before my eyes from the sensations. The slapping sounds of his thighs hitting my ass cheeks mingled with our moans. The bed vibrated, slamming against the wall over and over again. I really hoped our neighbors wouldn抰 call the police.
I came with a cry, my fingers clutching on to the bars and my teeth sinking into the pillow. This was almost too much. Santino didn抰 slow. He was angry fucking me. I抎 never really understood the term, but now I did, and it was addicting.
He leaned down. 揝avor every second. One day the memory of this will be the only thing that抣l get you through the unfulfilling poking that Cliffy considers sex.?
揂sshole,?I gritted out, trying to shove up but Santino抯 thrusts kept me flat on my stomach.
揟hat抯 right,?Santino growled, kissing me harshly. I answered his kiss with the same fervor.
I lost track of time but the soreness in my body when Santino and I had come told me we might have established a new personal record.
I rolled over on my back, sweat trickling down my chest. I was completely exhausted. A low hum rang in my body, an echo of pleasure that seemed reluctant to go. I closed my eyes, basking in this feeling. I could hear Santino move and the wet sound of the condom hitting the bin. Slowly my eyes peeled open as Santino stood next to the bed, watching me.
I gave him a lazy smile. 揑 like your form of punishment.?
揋lad I performed to your satisfaction.?