Page 150 of Wicked Rivals

Then Stefano leaned over my body and slid his tongue over my now hypersensitive flesh.

I gasped around his cock.

When his mouth latched on to me, when his tongue flicked over my clit, my entire body shuddered.

I was so close to coming, but I knew better.

He hadn’t given me permission.

I tightened my pelvic muscles, my thigh muscles, everything, hoping to hold it back, and focused on giving him my lie-back blow job. I focused on being his good girl and giving him what he wanted.

I wanted it to be good for him, and I thought it was… until he straightened his back and ripped his cock out of my mouth.

Panting, I lay on the bed with my legs spread, staring at his upside-down frame.

Stefano turned his back to me.

I quickly pulled myself upright on the silk sheets.

Had I bitten him or something?

“Stefano, I’m so sorry. Did I do something wrong?”

“Yeah, you did. Too good for your first time. I was just about to come all over your pretty face.”

Turning around with a heated grin, he came to me and pinched my chin between his thumb and forefinger, tilting my head back so he could look into my eyes.

“I quite like the idea of covering your face with my cum. But not tonight. I’m not finished with your punishment.”

Then a cold darkness washed over his expression.

Punishment? What the hell happened to penance?

A chill raced over my naked body, giving rise to goose bumps all over my skin.

“Stand up, Val.”

“Yes, sir,” I whispered.

When I got to my feet, he grabbed the back of my neck, spun me to face the bed, then bent me over it. He grabbed a pillow and slipped it under the side of my face.

“Put your hands under the pillow and keep them there.”

He hesitated for a minute.

“Does this hurt, Val? I don’t want to hurt your arm.”

Funny how the timing was utterly stupid, but I couldn’t help comparing our gunshot wounds. They were identical in location, but mine was more torn up from the close range.

“No, I’m good,” I said.

That was the last nice thing he said to me.

In the next second, his open hand slapped down on my ass.

I jumped right out of my skin.

“What the fuck, Stefano!” I shouted.

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