Page 102 of Worship
Her eyes open wide and then her expression calms. Her mouth opens in protest then shuts.She’s starting to learn.I kneel down and kiss her stomach, pulling her jeans down and off before tossing them aside.
I look up at her.
“Trust me?” I whisper, before running the tip of my tongue over her slit through her lace panties. So fucking sweet.
She blinks once, body shivering from my tongue, and nods slowly; but before I can move, her words hurriedly fill the space, and she drops to her knees, meeting me on the floor.
“I’m sorry I didn’t trust you. It was dumb, selfish, and undeserved. I’ll never put anyone before you again. Ever, Luca.”
I was looking for a “yes,” but this is better. This woman owns me, but right now, I’m going to remind her who she belongs to.
“Nice words. But I’m still going to make you beg for my cock,” I answer, pleased with her smile.
Gretchen pushes her body forward and pulls my bottom lip between her own and bites before letting go. Fuck, I love her. She looks at me, wild and needy, her thighs pressed together where she sits.
I stand and walk around her, my voice low.
“You want me to touch you, Angel?” Fuck, she looks exquisite restrained, at my mercy. “Do you want me to relieve some of that throbbing? To take my tongue and brush over your clit again until it feels like it’ll explode?”
Gretchen pulls against her restraints, and I watch her hips roll along with my words.
“You want me to stick my fingers inside your tight pussy until you come on my hand?”
“Yes, please.”
Her moans echo in the room, and my dick grows rock hard. I walk back to the front of her, and Gretchen smiles seductively with hooded eyes, sitting back on her heels.
“Unzip me.”
My command is thick with my appetite for her mouth on my dick. I want to fuck that beautiful mouth, have her swallow me down until I get my fill. She sits up taller and brings her lips to the zipper on my pants, kissing me through them.
My dick pulses, the hard bulge strained against my jeans. She runs her tongue along the zipper, and I growl as she fits it between her teeth.
“You’re going to be my death.” I smirk, happy to die this way. Inch by inch, she pulls the zipper down.
I pop the button, and my cock springs free.
Gretchen sit ups hungrily, licking up the shaft, and my head falls back with an exhale. My fingers weave through her hair, and I pull her back, holding her in place by her thick black hair. I grab my heavy cock, gripping the shaft, and lower it to her face.
“Open wide.”
My command is met with her tongue running over her lips as she opens wide.
I feed my cock to her, inch by fucking inch, controlling the pace. Gretchen hums appreciatively as I fill her mouth, and my body stills. I won’t let her move forward anymore or pull back.
Seeing her this way makes me feel like a fucking god. I look down at her mouth filled with my thick cock and lick my lips.
“Get it wet—this isn’t where I’m living tonight.”
She twists her head, and I feel the soft silk of her tongue coating my cock.
I pull on her hair to tug her head back, removing myself just as slowly as I fed it to her, and the feeling is intoxicating. The warmth of her mouth around my shaft, the tightness of her cheeks as she sucks with more intensity each time I pull out, is enough to make me want to fuck her mouth until I’m spent.But I have another objective.
The moment my cock pops from her lips, my hand rubs up and down the shaft, spreading the lubrication.
My eyes hold hers as I twist my hand around my cock and take a step back to give her room.
“Facedown. Ass up.”
