Page 82 of Petrichor

Yes, I turned into a possessive caveman, see if I give a fuck.I have Italian passionate blood in my veins. Can’t deny my origins.

When he stretched up and I had a peek at that lace under the skirt, I was done. I hauled him over my shoulder and carried him here. I know he fucking loves my dominating act, even though he huffed and clawed at my back all the way here—to keep some kind of appearances.

I let him down in the bathroom facing the mirror while I stand behind him. His blond hair is up in a messy bun with a few wisps hanging around his face, and the light makeup on his face makes his cloud-gray eyes pop and his lips red as a ripe apple. My love is so fucking pretty.

I slowly push the back of his light t-shirt up, revealing a long, delicate chain that starts from the waistband of the panties and goes all the way up, wrapping around his neck.

“Fuuuck!” My cock is hard and leaking as I pull the pink fabric off him and focus my gaze on a barely there strap of black silk covering his pecs. His hard nipples are pushing against the fabric, making me growl and grip one ass cheek hard.

His body is not like a woman’s, but it’s erotic all the same, if not more. There’s no view more beautifully ethereal than his smooth, endless back, those delicate shoulders, graceful spine, the lovely dip just before the curve of his butt where those sexy dimples rest. Perfection.

“Did you open your ass at home?” I ask, starting to lick the chain around his neck. He arches his body, pushing out his hips and making me look at the sexy belly chain I had custom made for him with diamond letters that form my name. My gaze falls further down to his dick tenting the black lace and the wet cockhead peeking over the edge.

“I wish we had more time so I could suck on your cock.”

He moans hearing my filthy words. I think I could make him come only with dirty talk. I might try one day.

“Did you use only your fingers to prep?” My tongue moves between his shoulders following the light lingerie’s chain and making him shudder. “Why aren’t you answering?”

“You know I did!” He grabs my hair and pulls in retaliation.

“Then just answer the fucking question!” I retort, biting his shoulder.

“Ouch! Why do you always have to be such an asshole?” He spins around, facing me, glittering eyes flashing and the cutest fierce scowl on his lips.

“Why do you always have to fight me?”

“I am not. I just want to be fucked.” The shameless way he expresses his desire for me gets me crazy every time.

I grab his chin and lower my face an inch from his. “Then tell me what I want to know while turning around, and I’ll fuck you good and hard.”

His glower deepens, but he’s too horny to keep this up. He yields, slowly giving me his back again and sticking that perky ass out with a huff. I smack it. It was made for my hands. Round, big, juicy, I bring my palm down again and spank the hell out of those meaty globes.

He lets out a dick-exploding moan, and half glares, half begs me with those expressive eyes.

“I’ll give you a proper ass-reddening when we get home since you’re doing everything you can to deserve it,” I whisper darkly in his ear.

The little shit flips me off before sassily saying, “Does this answer your previous question?”

I stare at his finger in the mirror. “Pretty sure you have to stuff at least three of those inside your hole to get my whole cock in smoothly.” I smirk and slide my hands down to his knees to wrench him open, spreading his legs obscenely wide so he’s forced to bend forward even further.

I hear his gasp of surprise as I lower myself down. My mouth closes around the panties’ zipper, and with my teeth, I slowly pull it down to display everything he has to my hungry eyes. I spread his soft ass cheeks, molding them in my hands. Fucking hell, even his pink pucker is pretty. I spit on it and massage along his taint with my thumb, letting the tip pierce inside and then out.

“I treated you like a fuckhole when we met in this bathroom, remember?” I growl, spitting some more and pushing my salivainside of him. “This time I’m going to fucking worship you, my Pretty Butterfly.”

He gives an abrupt cry as I give his entrance a heavy lick and then spear my tongue as deep as I can. His dark, intimate taste makes my cock weep every time. I focus everything I have on getting more.

Fly starts moving his hips, pushing his butt against my face, whimpering when I grunt as I feast on him.

“Please,” he suddenly moans, making me smirk. I give his butt cheek a hard bite and stand up, wiping my mouth. I grab the lube from my pocket as I undo my pants and take out my cock. After slicking it, I spit on his hole again and grab his neck to turn his face toward mine. Our lips are almost touching as I line up my length with his entrance.

“You can’t live without my cock in you.” I capture his mouth and snap my hips, driving all the way inside of him. So fucking tight. It doesn’t matter how many times I stretch this hole, it remains a strangling vise.

I’m giving it to him raw, grunting in his mouth while he moans in mine, my dick spearing inside him hard, possessively, dominantly, mercilessly.

He kisses down my jaw to my neck, scraping his teeth along the skin. It gets me so hard when he does that.

“God, you taste incredible. I want to…lick…every…inch…of you.” He pauses every time I ram inside him.

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