Page 44 of Lily

“Spread your legs for me, little temptress.” As she did, Stefano crawled onto the bed and hovered over her, his knees between her thighs, his hands planted on either side of her head. He looked down at her face. “I want to devour you.”

She shuddered. “Please.” Her voice squeaked.

“I’m going to kiss you until you writhe, and then I’m going to move to your breasts and suckle your nipples until you can’t breathe, and then I’m going to scoot lower and lick your pussy until you scream.”

She trembled with the promise. A whimper left her mouth.

“After you come on my mouth, then I will slide my fingers into you and make you come again while I stretch you out. Your third orgasm will come around my cock. Can you handle all of that?”

She nodded. “Yes.” The word was barely audible.

His lips dropped to hers in an instant. He kissed her deeply, angling to one side and sliding his tongue into her mouth.

She grabbed his hips, wanting him to lower himself so that his body touched hers, but he didn’t grant her that silent request. He remained hovered above her while her body hummed with need from just his kiss. She longed for more. His tongue was wicked. Every time he stroked along hers or sucked, her sex clenched.

She was panting by the time he released her lips, and her vision swam as he kissed a path toward her breast. The moment he sucked one of her nipples into his mouth, she cried out and arched her chest.

No one had ever sucked her before. Many men had taunted her, but the feelings they’d elicited were disjointed and not connected to the man touching her. She’d gone into her head and begged her body not to react to their vile torment, but she never won.

This was so much different. This was Stefano. He was worshipping her breasts. He switched back and forth, sucking, licking, flicking until she writhed beneath him. “Please, Stefano,” she begged breathlessly.

He didn’t make her wait. He released her swollen nipple with a pop and kissed his way lower. “Has anyone ever eaten this pussy, Rose?” he murmured against her mound.

“No,” she whispered. He’d known that would be the answer. He’d asked her to point it out. “This pussy is mine now, sweetheart. No one else will touch it, see it, taste it. No one else will make you come while I’m alive.”

She drew in a breath. His words were so filthy and so fucking delicious. “Yes…”

“Watch me while I suck your greedy folds, sweetheart. Watch and know who is making your body hum.” He didn’t wait for a response before he dropped his mouth onto her sex and sucked.

Roselia cried out. Every nerve ending came to life like never before. This was nothing like the last time he’d made her come a week ago. Her eyes rolled back. She was aware of the fact that he’d told her to watch, but she couldn’t focus. She went into her head.

She wasn’t confused. She knew who was between her legs. It was Stefano. Her man. Her lover. No one else. Not a stranger. He gripped her thighs and feasted on her as though he hadn’t eaten in a week, and she was his last meal.

After suckling, he dragged his tongue through her folds until she couldn’t breathe, and then he flicked her clit so fast she started panting.

She gripped his shoulders. “Oh God… Stefano…”

When he thrust his tongue into her channel, she screamed. It felt so good. His upper lip pressed against her clit, and she exploded. The orgasm was strong and all-consuming. Her entire body pulsed with the release while he continued to thrust in and out of her.

She was still gasping for oxygen when he lifted his mouth off her sex.

Her eyes were half closed, but she watched him as he wiped his lips on the sheets and then met her gaze. “Fucking sexiest thing ever.”

He found her opening with his fingers while he held her gaze. He groaned as he eased one finger into her tight channel. “Sweetheart… Your pussy is going to strangle my cock. It’s so tight.”

She shuddered. His words did that to her. Her cheeks flamed with embarrassment, but something about the way he spoke made her arousal shoot through the roof.

He thrust his finger in and out of her, slowly at first and then faster. “I’m going to add another finger, sweetheart,” he warned.

She could feel the stretch. She couldn’t imagine how he was going to put his cock in her, but she wasn’t so naïve that she didn’t think it would fit. It would, eventually. It just might hurt at first.

She whimpered as he scissored his fingers inside her tight channel. She lifted her hips off the bed, wanting more, deeper, harder, faster.

His thumb found her clit and rubbed while he thrust in and out of her. “Eyes on mine, sweetheart.”

She lowered her gaze to his.

“That’s my girl. Mine. My sweet girl. I will protect you with my life, Rose. This is mine. Never again will anyone else touch you here.” He was so intense, and his words reached deep inside her, making her ache for more.

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