Page 24 of De Luca: The Saint

I slide both my hands into her hair and hold her head still, “I’m going to fuck your mouth now, baby. Tap my thigh if you need me to stop.”

I thrust my hips slowly at first so she can get used to it. I’m not a small man, and I don’t want to hurt her. She moans again while tears well in her eyes, and I nearly lose my mind. Kat looks fucking stunning like this, on her knees, taking my cock like she’s done it a thousand times. I pick up my speed and lose myself in the way her mouth feels on my cock.

“Jesus, baby. Yes,” I growl as I get closer to coming in my second favorite place, my first being her tight little cunt.

She moans again, and it’s my complete undoing.

“Angel,” I groan as I come so hard spots dot my vision. I pull out of her mouth, my heart is pounding, and it’s hard to catch a breath from the intensity of my orgasm.

She swallows me down.

“Good girl.”

I reach forward and wipe the tears that had fallen down her cheeks.

She asks, “Was that okay, Sir?”

Grabbing her hands, I pull her to her feet, “That was perfect Angel. You are fucking perfect.”

Her eyes light up with my praise, “Thank you,” she whispers.

The more I get to know this woman, the more she grabs hold of my heart, and I never want to let her go. I don’t want to ever wake up to a day without her in my life, in my bed.

“Do you trust me?”

She nods, “Yes.”

I take her hand and lead her to the loveseat, where we watched a movie earlier. Gently, I push her over the arm, “Stay like this with your hands behind your back.”

Kat does as she’s told and looks like a fucking wet dream. I go over to the case I brought with me and grab a soft tie and a riding crop. Walking back over to her, I tie her wrists behind her back.

“What’s your color, Angel?”

“Green,” she moans as she wiggles her ass like she’s looking for a way to relieve the throbbing of her clit.

I grab the riding crop and bring it up and down onto her ass, “Hold still.”

She cries out, “Oh God.”

Rubbing where I hit with the end of the riding crop, I chuckle, “You liked that didn’t you?”

“Yes,” she moans.

When I hit her again, she stammers, “I can’t-please-I ne-ed-”

“Spread your legs wider. I want to see my beautiful cunt.”

Katherina looks so perfect. Her pussy pressed against the arm of the sofa, her face turned to the side, and her hair splayed around her while she moans in anticipation for me.

I push the crop inside her pussy, and she gasps loudly. I circle inside her while she pushes back against it. Her body is begging for more.

“I know you want to come, Angel. You will but not until I give you permission.”

“Please Sir,” she begs.

I pull the crop out and walk over to her head, “Open your mouth.”

She does, and I press the end into her mouth, “Suck. See how good that cunt tastes.”

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