Page 88 of Where Wild Hearts Dance
“Please, Benito. Don’t…”
“Don’t what?” I smile, unable to tear my gaze from her pussy. It’s leaking with her arousal, making her flesh glisten. I use my other thumb to drag her wetness through her folds and lubricate the swollen bud as I circle it softly.
“I don’t want to do this,” she says, her breaths short and erratic.
“Your body doesn’t agree with that statement.”
“You don’t believe me. Youhateme,” she pants. “Why would you do this?”
I finally lift my lids until they catch on her long lashes and delirious gaze. “Because I want to show Federico what his little whore gets up to when he’s not around.”
She swallows, hard.
I jerk my head toward a camera set up in the top corner of the room above the door. “Yeah. He’s going to see all of this. He’s going to see exactly what I can do to his little sweetheart.”
“No,” she gasps. “Please Benito.”
I rub small circles around her clit and watch as her breasts lift brazenly, her stomach rolling with the effort of not letting this affect her.
“Oh God, Benito, please?—”
I smile at the sight of her falling apart. “Are you begging for me to stop or continue?”
“S—stop.” She rotates her hips, pushing her pussy toward me, while her eyes roll back. “Please…”
“Is this what you want, brat?”
I slam to my knees and give her pussy a long, deep lick.
“Fuck!” she cries out. “Oh God, please stop.”
She’s trembling so hard, the chair legs are shaking. And my cock is so thick, kneeling on the floor is fucking painful. But I can’t not taste this sweet pussy one more time.
I bend down again, wrap my lips around her nub and suck softly, swirling my tongue around it. Shebucks up against me, reckless moans flying out of her mouth.
“Please… OhGod…”
I keep the sodden panties pulled to one side and lick her rhythmically, curling my tongue into her heat. She’s sobbing now because she’s on the edge.
“Benito… Ohfuck. I’m going to come.”
I pause for a second and look over my shoulder at the camera. I wasn’t lying. That thing is recording on a loop and I absolutely plan to chop out this coverage and send it to Federico on a fucking platter.
“You hear that, Falconi? Your little sweetheart is going to come on my tongue. And do you know what?” I give the camera a slow wink. “She’s fucking delicious.”
I twist back to see she’s turned solid, her gaze wild and desperate. I smirk and dip back between her legs, and wrap my whole mouth around her pussy.
“OhGod!”She starts to jerk frantically. “Benito, I’m coming…”
I slide a finger inside her and ignite a whole new set of convulsions until she’s literally coming apart on the chair.
I feast on her arousal until she’s a dry, quivering mess, then I get to my feet.
Her head has fallen over the back of the chair. Eventually, she drunkenly lifts it. She looks depleted of everything and so goddamn beautiful. Her eyes dart sideways as I stroke her hair behind her ear.
“I’m going upstairs,” I say, firmly. “I want you totry again, atreflecting. If you don’t have anything further to tell me about your boyfriend’s involvement with the Marchesi’s, I will fuck you senseless for him to see.”
I hold her stare as I bend down and brush my lip across hers. Then I steal her last breath as it gushes from her chest and leave.
