Page 32 of Satin Empire

“Feels like you haven’t gotten what you wanted yet.”

“That’s where you’re wrong.” I grab her wrists and pin them up above her head. She groans, blinking rapidly, and arches her back. Her tits rub against me, and she’s not wearing a goddamn bra. Her nipples are stiff as fuck, and I bite one through the fabric, tweaking it just a little bit.

“Ow,” she says, but I hold her down. “What, you’re punishing me now?”

“Let’s call this a move-in gift,” I say and kiss her throat, her neck, down her chest, releasing her hands when I get too low. She whimpers when I unbutton her jeans and yank them over her ass. “You thought you could win this little contest, didn’t you?”

“I have no clue what you’re talking about,” she says, eyes closed and chin tilted up. Her chest rises and falls rapidly.

“Come on, baby. You knew I was trying to get to you. When you felt how hard I was, you thought you could beat me at my own game. But now look at you.” When she tries to move away, I grab her and hold her down. “No, I don’t think so. You’re mine now, baby.”

“Carlo,” she whispers, eyes wide, half with lust and half with fear.

“We never established a safe word. What a fucking shame.” I drop between her legs and kiss her inner thighs, licking over her panties before shoving them aside. Her pussy is gorgeous, the lips open and glistening, and she’s so fucking wet she’s dripping down onto my tongue as I lick her bottom to top and back down again.

“Oh, fuck,” she moans, back arching. “Fuck you. Fuck you.”

“Fuck you too, baby,” I say, sliding a finger nice and deep. “Do you want me to stop? Is that what you’re saying? Tell me to stop and I will.”

She bites her lip and locks eyes with me. I keep my finger inside of her, not moving, daring her to call this off. We have a stalemate for a few seconds, and I’m goddamn aching for her to let me keep going, but if she wants me to pull away then I will. I’m not about to force her to let me get her off, but I goddamn want it so badly my cock feels like an overfilled water balloon ready to burst.

“Fuck you, Carlo,” she whispers. “Keep going.”

That’s all the permission I need. I slide my finger in deep and lick her clit, lapping my tongue up and down, tasting her. Alana’s moans fill the room, echoing off the walls, the greatest sound I’ve ever heard in my life. I don’t know what it is about the girl, but she drives me wild—it’s the combination of innocent and angry. I lick her up, suck her clit, and fuck her deep with my fingers, making her gasp and moan.

“You’ll learn this about me,” I say, sliding a second finger inside and making her shudder. “I take my vows seriously.”

“Yeah? Did you promise to finger fuck me at some point?”

“No, but marriage comes with certain responsibilities. Taking care of you is one of them, and I know you’re having a tough day. So I want you to come for me.”

Her mouth hangs open like she can barely believe what I’m saying. But is it so strange that I’d be aware of how hard things are for her right now? I’m going through it too, but not as bad. She’s the one that got torn from her life and thrown into my apartment, and the least I can do is lick her pussy until she comes on my mouth.

“God damn it,” she whispers as I get back to work. Her fingers dig into my hair as her hips begin to buck. “That’s fucking sweet and sexy, and I really hate you for saying it.”

I’d answer but she’s grinding against my face now and I can tell she’s close. I keep going, picking up my pace, curling my fingers and making her back arch as my tongue does its work, licking and sucking, making her moans fill the air until she finally cries out. Her orgasm is incredible, her entire body turning pink and flushed with desire, and her dripping pussy clenches down on my fingers like she’s trying to tear them off my hand. I growl with delight as I taste her through it, pushing her onto the other side, and when I’m done, she’s lying on her back and breathing hard.

I rock onto my knees and admire her. Alana’s got that foggy, happy smile on her face, a look of pure satisfaction in her eyes. I want to fuck that lazy little mouth right now, thrust my thick cock between her perfect lips. But not yet. I wasn’t kidding about letting her acclimate. The face-fucking can come later.

I clean her up and get her dressed. She seems a little shy, not sure how to talk to me after letting me lick her pussy into a body-wrecking orgasm. And fair enough, our situation isn’t exactly normal.

But we fall into a friendly banter, any lingering awkwardness evaporating as I pour some wine and help her move some of the boxes upstairs.

Chapter 16

Alana

Carlo helps me unpack. We laugh and joke around, and he teases me a little bit about letting him get me off, and it all feels so shockingly… normal.

I mean, the orgasm downstairs was far from normal. His tongue in my pussy and his fingers buried inside as I told him to fuck himself was so, so far from anything remotely resembling normal that it basically belonged on another planet.

But the second I straddled him and felt how hard his cock was and understood it meant he wanted me as badly as I wanted him, I just couldn’t stop myself. Not when he bit my nipple through my shirt, and definitely not when he unwrapped me like the best present he’d ever gotten.

Seriously, the man looked at me like I was his favorite toy on Christmas morning. Like I was an absolute revelation.

And that was just my naked, dripping pussy.

It was crazy how fast I came with his hands on my body. The dirty hums and grunts drove me freaking wild as his fingers filled me up and his tongue licked my clit. I’ve had guys go down on me before, but never like that, never like he really, really wanted to get me off, and didn’t even ask for anything in return.

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