Page 33 of Ruthless Vengeance
My nipples are so hard they’re almost painful, and when Marco wraps his lips around one and circles the sensitive bud with his tongue, I can’t help but cry out.
I sink my fingers into his hair to hold him against me. “I need you.”
He flicks his tongue over my nipple.
Without taking his mouth off of me, Marco wraps an arm around my waist and then he flips me onto my back.
I clamp my thighs around him, pulling him close as he continues to worship my breasts.
Only when the ache between my thighs becomes unbearable does he lift his head.
There’s an almost feral look in his eyes as he looks down at me.
“Let me taste you, Clara.”
Just the thought of his tongue between my thighs has my pussy clenching.
All I can do is nod, and Marco grins as he sits up and sinks his fingers into the waistband of my pajama pants.
I hold my breath as he slides them down my thighs and over my ankles, his eyes never leaving mine.
But when he tosses my pants aside, I bite my lower lip as I slowly spread my thighs and expose myself to him.
He reaches down to palm his erection through his pants. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
“I’m all yours, Marco.”
Something close to agony flashes in his eyes, but then he’s moving to kneel on the floor in front of me.
I shift my body so that he can lift my legs over his shoulders, and then he’s burying his face between my thighs.
At the first lick of his tongue along my core, my entire body trembles. My head falls back against the couch.
“Oh, god.”
Marco has my body memorized, knowing exactly how to drive me crazy with pleasure. He moves between long, slow licks of my pussy before circling his tongue around my clit.
My body writhes beneath his touch, my hips moving without conscious thought against his face to add more pressure.
My fingers move to his hair, and I tug at the strands.
Marco groans before moving his hands to my ass to tilt my hips, and then he’s sinking his tongue inside me.
A cry lodges itself in my throat as he starts to fuck me with his tongue.
I moan as I grind against him.
He pumps his tongue faster, and my eyes roll back as my orgasm starts to build.
I grind against his face. “Please.”
“Look at me, Clara. I want to watch you come.”
Having Marco De Luca look up at me from between my thighs, his dark eyes glazed and my arousal dripping down his chin, is almost enough to send me over the edge.
I keep my eyes on him as his tongue swirls around my clit before wrapping his lips around it and gently sucking the sensitive bud.
I moan as my legs start to tremble. “Oh, fuck, don’t stop.”
