Page 27 of Third Degree

I lifted her off the couch as her fingers tangled in my hair and walked us to the guest bedroom. I knew I couldn’t bring her to my bed yet because it felt… wrong in so many ways.

I laid her down, and she looked around and immediately turned to me.

“Show me what you can do,” she taunted.

Her dirty little tongue coming from those untainted lips made my cock twitch inside my suit pants.

She started to undo the rest of the buttons before I ripped the shirt off, not caring that they popped off. Her hands glided along my chest while sweet little groans escaped her mouth.

In an instant, I yanked up her skirt and pulled down on her thong.

“Already so wet for me, rosa mia.” I leaned my body down when her head arched back as she waited desperately.

The slow, languid movements I took to get to her only teased her more.

“What a dirty little girl you are.” I pressed my thumb against her clit before watching her throw her head back and moan.

Even the gentlest of touches were sending her over the edge, and I loved knowing that her sweet virginal cunt would only know what my tongue felt like.

“Mine,” I hissed as I swiped my tongue through her folds, and she bucked underneath me. “Tell me, rosa mia, when you get back to Chicago, tell me you’ll touch yourself thinking of the way my tongue feels on you.”

Her whimpers increased.

“Use your words,” I demanded as I let my tongue lap her up.

“Yes. I will. I promise.”

Her appetite grew as I licked her up like she was exactly what I needed to eat tonight. I flicked, sucked, and pressed my tongue into her, watching her be consumed with every movement.

I carefully used my mouth in the most sensitive spots, avoiding what her family would inspect for. Making sure that she stayed intact, I danced along her folds.

As she jerked underneath me, I tugged on her shirt, pulling it off and exposing her pebbled nipples. I grabbed them by the handful and used them to push her deeper into my mouth.

“I-I need to…” She attempted to speak as she moaned through the need growing on my own tongue. Fuck, I was going to fucking come just by hearing her satisfaction roaring through the room.

“What do you need?” I demanded.

“I need more. I need you. I need—” Then I felt her body jerk underneath me. She was so close, and I wanted to give her this for her first time with me.

I needed to give this to her. I wanted her to feel what freedom tasted like. I wanted her to find a life outside the world we were entangled in. I needed her to know what it felt like to fall into a place of complete and utter bliss.

She exploded from underneath me, her lower back arching and her head falling back onto the bed.

“Elio.” Her voice, now slightly breathless, carried a sultriness that made my cock twitch. It was a symphony of silk and honey, a delicate balance of seduction and vulnerability. Each word was infused with a sensuous timbre, dripping with the echoes of her heated desire.

I licked the last of her orgasm and then trailed gentle kisses up her stomach to where she lay. I placed one gentle yet suggestive kiss on her mouth.

“Tell me, rosa mia, do you like the way you taste?” Then, she did something that was wholly unexpected. She turned her chest so our breaths were in sync and licked her tongue along her lips.

“My lips would taste better with you on them.” Her hooded eyes suggested something more.

With her confidence, I lifted her off the bed.

“On your knees.”

She obliged and dropped down quickly. Her skirt still pooled at her stomach, and her beautiful tits dropped. God, she looked like she was made for me, waiting for my next instruction as she kneeled on the floor, her swollen mouth parted.

“Unzip my pants.”

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