She mewls softly, and I ease her away from me and push her against the glass again, this time unzipping her dress. She stiffens, appearing nervous, but the brush of my hand against the small of her back soothes her. “Relax. You’re safe with me. I might have threatened you in the past, but that was only to scare you away. I can’t think straight with you.”
She lets out a sound that makes me think she’s not sure she believes me. That’s fine. She doesn’t have to believe me, at least not right now. The dress pools at her feet, and I turn her in place, groaning at the sight of her tits encased in a sheer bra. Leaning down, I take one of her nipples between my teeth and nip hard enough to elicit a gasp, but the moan that follows reminds me again how perfect she is.
She was made for this, made for me. Pain and pleasure combined. The things I plan to show her. The ways I plan to corrupt her.
“Now, let’s see about this pussy.” She stiffens again at the touch of my hands on her hips before I peel the soaked cotton from her pussy lips. “Afraid? What are you afraid of?”
“Them. This. Us. What happens if someone finds out?”
“No one can see anything, and who cares what anyone else thinks? If we want this… if you want this, that’s all that matters.” When she tries to turn her face away, I take her delicate chin in my hand and adjust her, so we’re eye-to-eye. “Don’t hide from me, little bird.”
I lower her thong to the floor before savoring the smooth silk of her legs and the way she shudders and sighs beneath my touch. She loves every filthy moment we share, but at heart, she’s still a good girl. Naive to the dark world surrounding us.
Something inside me rises to the challenge of breaking down every one of her fears. The stupid walls she’s built up around herself.
I’ll start my descent into hell with my mouth. Skimming along her thighs, I lap up the juices that have leaked halfway down her legs with my tongue, groaning in helpless abandon as the last of my resolve melts away.
How the hell did I ever think I could ever live without touching her again?
A ragged cry escapes her mouth, and her hands find the back of my head and spear through my hair. I glance up at her, chuckling to find her head hanging back, her mouth open in abandon. Everything in my life is dirty and ugly, but then there is Caterina. A beautiful flower rising out of the concrete.Mine.Nothing and no one will take her from me. Not even my misplaced sense of right and wrong.
I plunge my tongue between her swollen, glistening lips. She grinds her hips, and her fingernails rake over my scalp as she rides my face, holding me in place. Using me. I fucking love the way she so easily comes undone and how eager she is to sink into sensual pleasure. How many times did she wish a man would take her this way? None of that matters because all she’ll know is me going forward.
“Gianni…” A needy moan fills the air, and it’s almost drowned out by the thumping bass of music playing downstairs, the sound reverberating into the floor. It’s so loud the glass behind her rattles.
I ignore it all in favor of focusing on her clit, lavishing it with long licks, and she rewards me by erupting. Her juices coat my chin and lips. The musky scent and honey taste are intoxicating, and before long, I have to reach down and pull out my cock for fear of it snapping in half behind the zipper. This is what she does to me.
It’s times like this I wish I had a camera in here. I would love to look back and watch us—Caterina’s naked ass pressed against the glass, her fingers running through my hair while I kneel between her spread thighs and eat her like it’s the last time I’ll ever taste something so delicious. Taking my cock into my hand, I stroke myself, getting off on the little sounds she makes and the knowledge that no matter what I do or say, she can’t fight what her body wants any more than I can.
“So good… Oh, Gianni, you’re so good…” Her voice becomes strained while her flesh ripples under my tongue. I struggle to hold back in the moments before she comes again, coating me in a flood of nectar sweeter than any honey and more addictive than any drug. I’m the luckiest son of a bitch alive, the man with the pleasure of licking her clean.
“Oh, no, too much. It’s too much…” Even when she tugs on my hair, trying to pull me away, I keep going, teasing out every bit of sensation, shoving my tongue into her cunt to scoop out every drop of what still rushes from her.
I lift my head long enough to set her straight. “I decide when it’s enough.” There’s nothing for her to do but moan helplessly as I continue feasting on her juicy cunt.