Page 7 of Tammaro DeLuca

“Yeah.” I spread my legs and let my pussy breathe. She was purring in my seat.

“What’s that?” He asked.

“Mmm…” I let my free hand fall between my legs and bring my silk thigh high length gown up further. No stranger to masturbation, I found that spot just beneath my clitoris that I loved. I let out a slow hiss, as if my wetness burned me.

“Answer me.” He leaned against the wall with his arms folded in front of him.

His dick beacon'd me to my knees in front of him and I complied. I glanced up into his dark eyes, begging with my own.

“I’m so wet for you. I need to be fucked again. Can we go another round before you go?” I voiced my needs, hoping he’d give in too.

Gone was his playful expression. His eyes darkened so much that I knew he was feeling the heat between us as well. He dropped the towel he was wearing and brought my mouth forward.

“You down for it?”

“With the way you feasted between my legs last night? For sure.” I sighed in relief that he asked before trying more.

Ro fed me every inch of him until I choked. He pulled back to allow me to breathe before he was back inside my mouth. I twirled my tongue around the head and used my tongue to wet his length before letting him in further.

“Dolce Gesù,” Ro’s hands were lost in my hair, encouraging me to continue.

I smacked my lips, sucking him in and swallowing. I held him in place, unable to breathe, feeling the buzzing sensations along my skin and my clit as it pulsed hard. Pulling back, I caught my breath, feeling drugged and needing more. I went back in, working him over again. His knees became unsteady for a moment, and he widened his stance. I rested on my heels, letting him fall free from my lips.

“Hold on, Sugah.” I winked at him before leaning back in.

“Che cazzo.” Ro rolled his hips toward my mouth, stroking it like it was my pussy. “Sí. Just like that.”

The more he moved, taking from me, and giving me a visual of what it’d be like when he was back inside, the wetter I became. I soaked my thighs and trembled in need as he continued. My head swam the waters of desire and I struggled to stay in the moment, needing to let the endorphins take over. Ro moaned deep, and I looked up into eyes staring straight through me. I tried to pull back from the intensity of the moment, but Ro lowered his hand to my neck, and tightened his hold. I whimpered, unable to deny him my submission. His eyes and hand kept me in place like a…

“Good fucking girl.” He growled right on cue.

I closed my eyes to fight for some control back.

“When we’re together, you’ll keep your eyes on me.” He said while lifting my head. “Starting now.”

I glanced at him, with the plan of it only being for a moment. Once my eyes found his, they locked onto one another and waited for his next instructions. His hand went back to my neck and his strokes lengthened, hitting the back of my throat. Tears wept down my face, crave pulsed inside me, and my mouth greedily accepted him. He dripped from my lips and my hands were behind my back fisted, so I didn’t explode. The room vibrated around us with a sexual energy that fed this moment. I was powerless to him and didn’t want to go anywhere. A growl erupted from his mouth and my orgasm built strong and hard, pounding inside while trying to escape.

“Dentro di te adesso.”

Before I could try to figure out what he was saying. He pulled me to stand with his hand still around my neck, turned me around, and bent me over the couch. I sighed in relief when he entered me quickly.

“Fuck!” He barked. Then he rode me hard and deep. His pace was quick but steady. His hand held me by my hair and neck as he pulled me into his strokes.

“Come on!” I begged. What was he trying to do to me? This was a casual experience, but already we were both plotting the next time. How could I not want this again? He was hitting all the delightful spots, doing all the right things, and I already knew he was generous. A win's a win. As long as he stuck to the rules, this would definitely work.

“Shit!” Ro pulled away, and I gasped in shock. My knees buckled, and I tried to get air into my lungs to ease the panic. The lust cleared from my sight, and I tried to figure out what happened. But Ro was gone, stumbling into the bedroom. “Don’t move!” He yelled my way.

Too late. I was already kneeling on the floor, too weak to stand. He came back, and I eyed him, still trying to understand. He held up a foil packet and tore off the top.

“Shit.” I muttered. Got it.

“I’m clean, but…”

“Say less.” I already had a child that came from a similar situation. I didn’t need to be the single mother of two. The one I had was more than enough to handle.

“Are you good to continue, or do you need a minute?” He asked, while putting the condom on.

I tried to stand, and my knees wobbled.

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