Page 73 of Sexting My Ex's Dad
The warmth of her breath tickles my cheek as I lean in close, my lips grazing the delicate shell of her ear. Her shudder sends a thrill down my spine, and I can’t help but nibble gently on her earlobe, eliciting a soft gasp from her lips.
With one swift motion, I yank her skirt up and off, leaving her completely exposed to me. A surge of possessiveness courses through me as I take in her vulnerability – her body is mine to worship, mine to explore.
Determined to leave no inch of her untouched, I let my tongue trace a path down her neck, savoring the taste of her skin. Shetilts her head back, granting me better access, and I can’t help but smile against her throat. My journey continues over her collarbone and towards her breasts, leaving a trail of wet kisses in my wake.
I make quick work of her bra, releasing her beautiful tits.
My tongue traces a path towards her breasts, and she shivers beneath me. I gently take one of her nipples between my teeth, tugging ever so slightly. The sensation causes her to gasp, her back arching into my touch as if seeking more of the pleasure I offer.
“Ah, Elio… that feels incredible,” she sighs, her hands clenching the bed sheets.
As I continue lavishing attention on her breast with my mouth, my fingers find their way back inside her, resuming their earlier dance. This time, however, there’s a newfound urgency to my movements, spurred on by her passionate response. Stella moans softly, the sound music to my ears as I work to make her cum.
Her legs tremble around me, and I can sense the tension building within her.
Stella’s breath catches as I slide a third finger inside her. Her body quivers beneath my touch.
“Ah, Elio, more,” she gasps, the sound of her voice laced with desire, vulnerability, and trust.
“Tell me what you need, Stella,” I murmur in her ear, my fingers relentless in their exploration, driving her wild with each well-timed stroke.
“Everything,” she admits, her eyes locked onto mine, sharing the intensity of the moment.
“Then let me give you everything,” I growl, the raw passion in her gaze igniting a primal need within me.
In one fluid motion, I stand and pull her off the ground, our bodies colliding as I press her against the wall. The strength of my desire for her is evident as I push my erection into her warmth, causing her to gasp at the sudden contact.
I can’t help but let out a low growl as I begin to thrust into her slowly.
“Ah... Elio,” she gasps, her voice barely a whisper. The sound fuels my desire, urging me to pick up speed.
“Stella,” I breathe, my hands gripping her hips for added leverage. My heart races as I feel her legs wrap around my waist, pulling me in deeper.
As I increase the pace and pressure of my thrusts, her moans become louder. I can tell that she’s desperate to grip something – anything but with her hands tied, she can’t. All she can do is enjoy the ride.
“Tell me what you want,” I say between rough, passionate kisses, my fingers digging into her soft flesh.
“More,” she pants, her nails raking across my back, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. “Please, Elio... harder.”
I oblige, unable to resist her whispered plea, and our bodies collide, slapping together in a rhythm that threatens to consume us both. I’m driven by a primal need to claim her, to make her mine in every way possible.
“Stella,” I growl, my thrusts becoming rougher, more frantic. “You’re mine, and I won’t let anyone touch you again.”
“Yours, Elio” she screams, her body quivering, as she finally cums. “I’m yours!”
That’s right. All fucking mine.
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STELLA
Ireluctantly open my eyes, feeling Elio’s warmth still lingering on the sheets beside me. My face, immediately, breaks out into a smile. It’s hard to believe that in just one night I’d gone from thinking I never wanted to see him again to being his girlfriend.
I rise from the bed, not wanting to disturb him, and decide to surprise him by making breakfast. As I slip into one of his crisp white shirts, I can’t help but inhale deeply, allowing his scent to envelop me. I can’t get this stupid smile off my face.
I tiptoe down the hallway, doing my best to navigate the unfamiliar layout of his mansion. The kitchen is just as lavish as the rest of the space, with gleaming stainless steel appliances and marble countertops that seem to stretch for miles.
And there’s already a woman cooking breakfast.
