Page 72 of Bellini Born
“Tap my thigh twice if it gets to be too much.” That was the only warning I gave before rolling my hips to shove my cock as far down her throat as I could reach.
She gagged instantly, the muscles rippling to massage my sensitive head as I held myself deep before withdrawing to allow her to take a gasping breath. I only allowed her a split second of rest, and then I went right back to work, riding her face like my life depended on it.
Shifting my weight so I was almost on all fours above her, I dropped one hand to collar her throat to feel the imprint of my cock as I brutally fucked into it.
Grunting, I set a ruthless pace, fully aware I was cutting off her air supply. I wanted to push her boundaries, see if she could handle what I was prepared to dish out. And like she was made for me, Summer never once broke the seal, hollowing her cheeks and sucking hard while continuing to fight against her gag reflex.
“That’s it,” I growled. “Fucking choke on it.”
Black pupils blew so wide that only the tiniest blue ring remained around them.
Fire licked up my spine, growing hotter with each passing second, and when my balls drew tight, I knew if I didn’t stop now, I’d be coming down her throat instead of breaking in that tight pussy that had taunted me in the car.
With a low curse, I pulled out of her mouth, falling to the side as I fought to catch my breath. I just needed a minute to recover enough to fuck her through the mattress.
“Are—” Summer’s voice came out so hoarse it cracked, and she had to clear her throat before trying again. “Are whores allowed to speak?”
My head whipped to the side. “Depends on what they have to say.”
Lips pressed together, she mulled that over before speaking again. “After the first time we met . . .”
Her words trailed off, so I prompted, “Proceed.”
“I, uh, I wondered if you gave out spankings.”
My eyebrows shot sky high, and I huffed out a laugh. Then something she said the first time she set foot in this house triggered in my memory.
“You called me Hot Daddy CEO.” Cockiness seeped into my tone.
Both hands came up to cover her face, and she let out a muffled, “Oh my God.”
“Nuh-uh. No hiding.” I uncovered her face.
“That was an inside thought. You were never meant to hear it,” she groaned.
My lips found the dewy skin of her shoulder, and I decided to let her off the hook. “To answer your question, if you want me to spank that delectable ass until it’s bright red, I’m more than happy to oblige.”
Her eyes lit up. “Really?”
“The thought of marking your pretty skin makes me so fucking hard, Summer.”
At the mention of my cock, her gaze dipped to find the angry red appendage resting against my stomach.
Her breathing hitched. “I want it so bad.”
Grabbing her hand, I guided it over my abs, then lower until I had her fingers wrapped around my throbbing length, the same way her lips had been mere minutes ago. The skin-on-skin was fucking heaven, and my fist clenched atop hers, squeezing with the perfect pressure to have my eyes drifting shut and a groan rolling up from my chest.
“This is all yours,dolcezza. And I’m going to give it to you.”
“Please.” The desperation in her voice was my undoing.
Having gotten my second wind, I rolled over, caging her in from above. Precum smeared across the smooth skin of her belly where my tip brushed against her, and I dipped down, using my tongue to clean up the mess I’d left behind.
Rising so that we were face-to-face, I barked, “Open.”
Summer obeyed, and I spat the taste of me directly into her mouth. Her moan was the sweetest sound. That was, until I lined up between her thighs and slammed home in a single stroke, and a shrill scream split the air.
“Holy fuck!” I shouted, panting as her tight pussy threatened to strangle my dick.
