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My knees buckle and Santino pulls me against him to take my weight and keep me on my feet. I have no control over anything as my body breaks apart and falls at the feet of the man kneeling at mine.

My panties flood with the rush of my orgasm and Santino picks me up and carries me to the bed, placing me down on the end, right in the middle.

“You’re so fucking sexy when you come, Mia. It’s my greatest privilege to witness it and be the reason you do. I’m not done with you, either. I’ve been dreaming about seeing your pussy for the first time. I’ve already felt it squeeze my fingers as you came, so I know it’s going to be perfect.”

My God, he says the sweetest, dirtiest things, and I love it.

I lean back on my elbows and watch as he pulls my panties down. He brings them to his nose and inhales. “Fuck,” he grunts, and shoves them in his pocket.

“Another souvenir? I thought you wanted me to wear this again?”

“I still want you to wear it again, just minus the panties. Then your pussy will be free to play with while I can look at the rest of you all dolled up.”

Ohhh…

“You like the sound of that, my bride? I can see it in your eyes.” Once again on his knees before me, Santino palms my knees and spreads my legs. “Fucking perfect. Just as I knew you’d be.”

His gaze on my center has me leaking even more of my orgasm, and his nostrils flare.

“You smell divine, my blushing bride. Tell me I can have a taste. Tell me your wet pussy is mine to eat as the perfect dessert at the end of the most perfect fucking day.”

“Yes,” I breathe, feeling vulnerable so exposed to him.

Santino kisses his way up the inside of one thigh, and then the other. He’s right there. His head is between my legs, his face a few inches from my weeping core, and he’s looking at me like I really am a delicious dessert.

“I’ve never seen a more perfect pussy. I love that you have some hair for me, too. I can’t wait to feel it on my face when it’s buried in you.”

Oh my God.

Santino presses my knees to the mattress and looks up at me, the devilish look in his eyes letting me know he’s going to take everything from me before giving me an even more mind-blowing orgasm than the last.

“Keep your eyes on me as long as you can,” he says, his breath warm on my wet core, making me shiver. “I want you to see me eating what’s mine. I’ve never tasted a virgin pussy before.”

That’s oddly comforting. Almost satisfying, really.

I raise my chin haughtily. “Good. I deserve to have one of your firsts, too.”

“You do,” he agrees. “You deserve all my firsts, and I wish I could give them to you, but you should know everything with you feels new.” He slides his hands down my inner thighs and back to my knees, leaving trails of goosebumps in their wake. “And trust me when I say you’re going to get the most important first of all.”

“Going to? Have you been married before?”

“No, my bride.” He smirks. “You are my first and only wife, but that wasn’t the most important first I was referring to.”

“Then wha–” My question is cut off by his tongue sliding up my entire pussy, from my ass to my clit. “Ohmygod,” I say in a rush. I’ve never felt anything so incredible. He swirls his tongue around my clit and my elbows almost give out, but I need towatch him longer. I need to cement the visual of Santino on his knees with his head between my legs in my mind so I never lose it.

I try to close my legs on instinct, but Santino grips the inside of my knees harder, refusing to let me. He drags his tongue back down to my entrance and rims it, then shoves his tongue inside me. I cry out, gripping the comforter on either side of me. I try, with all the strength I can muster, to stay up on my elbows, but it’s too much. I collapse onto my back, already on the brink of exploding again.

“Santino,” I moan, and he groans, spearing me with his tongue and pressing his entire face into my pussy. With my legs kept open, I have no choice but to let him take from me. “Santino,” I moan again, and he grunts, bringing my legs around his shoulders and gripping my ass to keep me pressed to his face. “Yes!” I cry out, finally gaining some control. I squeeze my thighs around his head and grind my hips, practically fucking his face.

Santino flicks my clit with his tongue and sucks on it, pulling my hips further up off the bed.

I slide one hand through his hair and pull on the ends as he goes back to fucking me with his tongue.

“Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God,” I chant as I’m pulled closer and closer to the edge. Santino doesn’t let up. He’s devouring me. He’s eating me whole. He’s consuming me like a starved man.

The new position has me looking up my body at him, and our eyes clash. The unfiltered hunger shining in his makes my chest tighten, then swell.

Keeping our eyes locked, Santino sucks on my opening, then he shoves his tongue in me as far as he can, and that’s all it takes to push me over the edge.

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