Page 43 of Twisted Promise

She felt powerful, depraved even, when she could bring a man as commanding and apathetic as him to a mess of hazy eyes and weakened muscles with a simple touch.

She whispered to him,don’t touch—and he didn’t, with so much maddening indignation as she thumbed the bead of cum from the tip.

Her tongue flattened on the vein, sucking softly, forcing him to shudder intensely, but he dutifully kept his hands pressed beside his twitching hips.

She could feel the tingles when her panties dampened with slippery juices, her clit twitching and wishing for the rough pads of his fingers to shove deeply into her tight hole. She didn’t remember the last time he had those dexterous fingers inside her, stretching and nudging sensitive muscles. It had been so long, but she would never forget the way his fat cock would bully her drooling pussy.

He weakly fought the subtle twitches in his hips, refusing to give into the temptation of shoving himself down her throat. She knew every spasm and jolt, so her throat relaxed to slide him down, giving him what he wanted.

She swirled her tongue, tasting him just a little more, and steadily bobbed her head as his cock coated with a thin sheen. The intrusion in her throat built pressure, the tip hitting the back as she squeezed the base to rip a husky groan from him.

The familiarity came back, and her movement became an afterthought of instinct. She was no stranger to sucking his cock, but the act wasn’t any less intimidating. Soreness bit her jaw as the slackened muscles tightened from desperation.

She loved when his cock swelled, pulsed so heavily on her tongue, and sprayed hot cum down her throat. It was always thick and demanding in a way that coated her mouth, sticking to her throat with webbed strings.

Her eyes peered up at him as she felt the telltale signs of unsteady pulses and held his lidded gaze. Like an addiction, her eyes seized everything, from his tight abs peeking under the raised shirt and the lustful battle for control of his cracked composure.

She reared her head back, a string of cum latching onto her lips and the tip of his glistening cock like fated lovers.

His hand clasped under her jaw, forcing her lips open, and he pressed two fingers onto her glossy tongue.

He sneered as he played around with the slippery warmth, then slid them deeper under her teeth until they hit his knuckles. Alessio was careful and knew her limits.

She swirled her tongue between the digits and slowly inched back, cum shining on his fingers as she sat back with an arm supporting her weight. They sat in silence, faces flushed, and veins rushed with desire, and neither wanted to make the first move.

Anya lost a second later. Viscid juices leaked through her panties, darkening the spot underneath as she lifted his shirt.

Slender fingers snagged the edges of her underwear, quickly working down her ass and knees, but she kept her knees closed teasingly. His hungry eyes zoned in between her thighs, and she knew he caught a peek of wetness smeared on the seam of her pussy.

Nonetheless, he stayed still, just as she had asked him. She couldn’t help but want to reward him, and selfishly for herself.

She parted her legs slowly, her cheeks burning as his eyes greedily stared, the same fixated patience as that of the last frayed control he had.

His discipline shattered when she spread her folds, showing him the sloppy, wet hole that craved and pulsed for his cock to stretch until it turned a blushing red.

Before that, he crawled toward her with his hard cock dripping a trail of cum on the cushioned padding. He was predatory, the way he prowled to her and gripped her thighs with the biting pinches of his bruising fingers.

He licked a long and slow stripe up her quivering pussy, forcing a gush of slick from her unused hole, but it never made it far enough as he stopped it by shoving two fingers inside.

Her walls squeezed in shock; flashes of hazy sparks clustered in her head as she gripped the front of her shirt. His lips closed on her neglected clit and twirled the little bud with fervor, hungry like a soulless man.

He drove his fingers into her languidly, turning the angles to find the spongy spot that would have her head spinning and cum splashing through the hole.

Adding another finger, Alessio tried to open her up more, and the chills down her spine masked the burning stretch. He mumbled a hushed groan of something, but she couldn’t hear over her squealing as his teeth nipped her puffy clit.

Her thighs shook around his head, high-pitched whines begging for him to stop, but the way she rolled her hips to his tongue, practically burying his face in her pussy, said otherwise. The thought of sitting on his face, grinding on his mouth while he forced her to stay despite being so needy and stimulated—she wanted that.

He was running out of patience and was determined to break the control of the command she had on him. Impatience was reeling off the moment he found that squishy spot inside her sleek pussy.

Just a bit more, she thought, riding on his tongue through the tightening coil in her stomach.

Then he stopped, and his wet fingers found support on the dip of her waist with a wet pop after the last suck on the reddened bud.

Her eyes misted over, tears clinging to her lashes as she pouted, completely devastated when the sweet release ebbed away.

Alessio was not completely there, just a faint trace of sharpness behind a drunk spell. He rubbed his cock roughly, smearing the residual cum evenly, and parted her swollen folds with the drooling tip.

With a hitched breath, she braced for the sting of his fat cock, breaching the tight ring of muscles. He was hot and heavy, so painfully overstimulated with the delirious spreading of her walls.

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