Page 81 of Phantom Mine

I bite into the flesh of her breast at the same time as I pinch her nipple and she yelps.

“You call this sweet?” she gasps.

Moving my mouth to her other nipple, I roll it between my lips, scraping at the sensitive skin with my teeth. Valentina is nearly humping my lower stomach now, her unfettered need driving her to desperate lengths for more contact with me.

“As sweet as I can be,” I declare. “As sweet as you want me to be and you know it.”

I kiss down the length of her stomach. Her dress is still held together by the zipper just below her navel. When it resists my attempts to open it, I simply tear it clean off her.

“Matteo!” she exclaims.

“I’ll make it up to you in about fifteen seconds,” I purr, my lips continuing their journey down to the apex of her thighs. “Promise.”

I kiss her lace covered mound and scrape my tongue over the length of her slit.

Valentina mewls loudly in response.

“Your panties are glued to your pussy, you’re so fucking wet,cara. Hottest thing I’ve ever fucking seen and it’s not even close.”

With both hands I shove at her thighs, opening her legs up to me and giving me unrestricted access to her glistening pussy. Even beneath the thin fabric, I can see her bare mound, those puffy lips and that tight clit I’ve dreamed about.

Shoving my head between her legs, I rub my face directly against her pussy. I moan happily as I feel her juices start to cover my lips and nose, and I inhale deeply.

Valentina makes a scandalized sound like she can’t quite believe what I’m doing.

“This is exactly where I should have been for the last eighteen months, Valentina. Right here, buried between your thighs.” I growl. “Actually, no.”

With swift fingers, I rip her panties off her, curl both arms under and around her thighs, and flip over onto my back. She yelps as I take her with me, so that I’m lying on my back and she’s on her knees, her center hovering right over my face.

“Thisis where I should have been. Deprived of oxygen and suffocating between your thighs as you ride my face and come on my tongue.” I tug at her thighs to bring her down on my face. “Come on now, we’ve got lost time to make up for.”

Valentina attempts to dive to the side. “No—”

I growl furiously and slap her ass. “Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” I smack her again, my blows intended topunish. Her thighs quake and she stops trying to escape. “Sink that pussy on my face. There you go,cara, good girl,” I praise when she lets me pull her down until less than a centimeter separates us. “I’ll tap out if I need to breathe, so don’t you dare fucking move until I’m done.”

“Okay—oh.” I don’t bother teasing her. The second her pussy hits my face, my lips close around her clit and I suck it into my mouth. She shrieks. “Oh,god.”

Valentina’s hands clutch desperately at my hair, at first I think because she needs to hold onto something, but then she starts to use the leverage to ride my face with commendable enthusiasm. A satisfied groan rolls up my throat and slips between my lips. She jerks when she feels the vibrations hit her clit and a long, drawn out moan leaves her. I push her back down against my mouth and continue assaulting her with my tongue.

Within seconds, she’s a shaking, trembling mess. I keep my eyes fixed searingly on her face but she’s not looking at me. Her back is bowed, her eyes are closed, her features twisted in an expression caught somewhere between pleasure and agony, her hand in my hair and on the bed in an attempt to hold herself up as I feast on her. My tongue dives between her folds, finds her entrance and stabs through her opening.

A strangled yell leaves her lips. “Holy— Matteo!”

Her eyes fly open and clash with mine where my face is half obscured by her pussy. I thrust my tongue in and out of her, burying myself so deep inside that I’m on the verge of spraining the muscle. Fuck, if it means I’ll be mute for two weeks, so be it, because the feeling of her tight channel fluttering and clenching madly around my tongue might just make me come on the spot.

Lack of oxygen makes me lightheaded, adding another dimension to the rapture that is eating her out. I’m desperate to tell her how much I love having her pussy on my tongue, how fucking delicious she tastes, how this is exactly where and whatI want to be doing when I die, but it’s not worth pausing my suffocation just to chant dirty things at her.

I spank her ass again for no reason other than I love the flash of arousal that shoots through her eyes at the mix of pain and pleasure. Then I reward her by ghosting my thumb over her clit.

Her muscles clamp down hard on my tongue so I do it again. This time, I press down firmly, rubbing intently at the throbbing flesh in tandem with slamming my tongue in and out of her. Wide, panicked eyes find mine. Her lips part again, I’m sure to repeat her demand that I stop, but I communicate with a flash of my own eyes that this only stops once she’s come in my mouth and I’ve slurped up every last drop of her juices.

“St–stop,” she begs, her hands shaking as she tries to push me away. “I’m going to come.”

She squeals when I pull my tongue out of her pussy and bring it down to the puckered star hidden between her cheeks. I flatten my tongue against the tight ring of muscles, using my grip on her ass to force her hips back and forth over my face, eagerly rimming her asshole until carnal moans tear from her throat with abandon.

Valentina’s thighs clench tightly around my face when my tongue darts across the skin connecting both her holes. She mewls so loudly, so lewdly, that I repeat the motion, licking from her pussy down to her asshole and back up with greedy, unrelenting strokes. Every part of her tastes like sin, like a lifetime of bad decisions. I can’t stop.

Eventually, I bring my tongue back up to her pussy and thrust it back deep within that channel. I keep up my original frantic pace, fucking in and out of her until her eyes roll back in her head. At the same time, I rub my nose against her clit. Over and over again, up and down and to each side, until the tight little nub is throbbing and so sensitive, a passing breeze could make her come.

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