Page 89 of Bellini Born
A fingernail scored a line between my pecs, making me hiss.
Summer’s burning gaze lifted. “What am I?”
There was zero hesitation. “My queen.”
One corner of her lips tipped up. “That’s right. I am.”
My cock fucking wept at hearing her own that title.
She circled me slowly, her footsteps muted by the thick carpet beneath the heels still strapped to her feet. “And where does a queen sit?”
Oh, I liked where this was going.
“On her throne,” I replied.
“Once again, you are correct, Mr. Bellini,” Summer purred.
Jesus, her sultry voice alone was enough to bring me to my knees. I was beyond ready to worship at the altar of her body.
I jolted when her hand came down on my ass with a reverberating crack before she issued a sharp order. “Get up there.”
You didn’t have to tell me twice. Like I was shot out of a cannon, I bolted for the bed, positioning myself flat on my back, ready and waiting.
The mattress dipped beneath the weight of Summer’s knee as she crawled closer, positioning her body so that her pussy hovered directly over my face. Heat radiated from her core as her scent washed over me.
With paradise poised above me, so close I could practically taste it, I let out a whimper.
The sound had her peeking down at me. “Need something?”
My head fell back on a groan. “You know what I need.”
Humming, she teased, “Not sure that I do. Better use your words.”
“I need to bury my tongue in that sweet cunt. I want it to fucking drown me when you come down my throat.”
She considered my plea, pursing those plush lips that matched the pink of the lower set hovering over my mouth.
“Have you been a good boy, Matteo?”
I swallowed thickly, my voice coming out husky. “You know I haven’t.”
A tsk sounded. “Naughty boys need to be punished.”
“Then punish me,dolcezza.”
“Oh, I was planning on it.” Her hips lowered so that my nose brushed her clit. “I’m going to make myself comfortable on my new throne, and I won’t be getting up until you’re on the verge of suffocation. Do I make myself clear?”
My mouth filled with saliva. “Crystal.”
At my verbal acceptance of her punishment, all her body weight dropped onto my face. Plunged straight into heaven, I began to devour the feast set before me.
The first swipe of my tongue made her moan. The second was enough to have her hips off to the races.
One of her hands fell to my head, tugging on the strands of my hair and moving my mouth where she wanted it.
A guttural groan sounded from above, and she panted, “Touch me.”
Yes, ma’am.
