His mouth moved down her chest, and his teeth closed over one lace-covered nipple.
“You chose this over all of it.”
He bit hard.
She screamed.
His teeth didn’t let go, biting so hard she could feel his mark all the way to her soul.
Angelo’s head lifted. “And you know what, tesoro?”
Eyes clouded with desire stared back at him.
“I realize it’s how I like it, too.”
His head moved back down, and his teeth clamped over her other nipple. He bit her so hard she couldn’t stop herself from digging her nails into his shoulders. “Angelo!”
But he didn’t let go, and oh, the how the pain lashed at her, excruciating and arousing, that she couldn’t help crying even as wetness flooded her already soaking panties.
He tore her bra away, and she screamed. He squeezed her breasts hard, and he grated out, “No fucking sweet first time for you.”
Aaaaaah.
Her body jerked against him at his promise, pushing her nipple towards his lips, and he didn’t hesitate to take it in, sucking her nipple deep into her mouth.
“Angelo,” she moaned.
He sucked on her other nipple, a punishingly rough kiss that made her legs tighten around his waist. More, more, more.
She wanted more of this sweet, lovely mind-numbing pain—
And as if he could hear her, he released her breasts and let her slide to her feet while he knelt down in front of her.
He tore her wet panties away and she moaned.
He pushed her thighs apart, and he tongued her without warning.
She screamed, the feel of his tongue delving into her moist depths making her entire body shudder. Her knees gave out, and she could only clutch his head as he fucked her with his tongue. “Angelo, p-please.” Her fingers tightened desperately on his hair, but he didn’t let up, didn’t let her catch her breath, didn’t let her do anything but scream at the relentless pleasure of his tongue.
“Angelo!” She could feel something build inside her, like waves rising and threatening to overflow and sweep everything away.
But instead of slowing down, her cry of agony seemed to spur him, and she felt Angelo take hold of her folds.
She instinctively stiffened. “Angelo, no—”
But he paid her no heed, and he started to pull her folds wide open.
“Aaaah!” She couldn’t remember ever feeling like this, stretched so widely—
Angelo thrust his tongue back inside her, deeper than it had ever been.
“Ah!”
The dam inside her broke, her orgasm rippling out of her, and she screamed. She couldn’t stop screaming as she came, and now she couldn’t get enough of Angelo’s tongue, her fingers holding his head as she pushed her pussy to his mouth. He swallowed every bit of her come, and his tongue kept moving inside her even as she could no longer bear the pleasure and she begged him to stop.
When he finally released her, she swayed, and if not for his quick reflexes, she would have toppled to the floor. She felt him carry her, and she let him, her eyes only drifting open when she felt him lowering himself.
They were on the couch, she realized dimly, and her eyes closed again when she felt Angelo lay her down.
He returned to her moments later, arranging her on his lap. Her knees fell on the couch and she found herself straddling him, his rigid, hot cock between her wet folds.
Ooooooh.
He started rubbing her mound against his cock, the movement tantalizingly slow.
A moan escaped her.
Her first orgasm had left her feeling languidly weak and tired, but even so, the continuous friction between his cock and her mound couldn’t stop her body from reacting.
“Ready for the second round, tesoro?” His whispered words were her only warning just before Angelo moved her body up, placing her breasts right in front of his face. He sucked on one nipple just as he rubbed her body harder against his cock.
Her eyes flew open.
Angelo’s gaze captured hers, and without taking his eyes off her, he sucked harder on her nipple even as his hands clasped her hips and ground his cock on her mound.
Feeling Angelo’s eyes on her while he played with her body was too much, and again she could feel it, the pleasure threatening to spiral out of her.
“Angelo, no—”
But he only moved his mouth to her other nipple, sucking like his life depended on it, while his cock didn’t stop rubbing against her, its head constantly brushing against her swollen clitoris.
“Oh my God, Angelo—”
One hand left her hip, reaching between their bodies to take hold of her engorged nub.
She shuddered.
He released her mouth, but her gaze remained imprisoned by his eyes. He said in a voice made guttural by lust, “Come now, my Lane.” He pinched her clit just before his mouth took hers in a deep, hard kiss.