Page 17 of Bingeworthy
This man tongues the gusset of my panties, groaning against my pussy. With eyes closed, he bobs up and down, his licks and hot breath soaking the thin cotton material that separates him from everything that aches for him. I’ve never had anyonetorture me like this before, but the view is dirty and delicious and simply…everything.
My fingernails press against his scalp, tugging his hair. “Rocco!”
“I know, baby girl,” he murmurs, kissing my thigh noisily.
He pulls away, tugging at my panties. He rolls them down my legs, and then I’m completely bare to him.
Rocco positions my thigh on his shoulder once again. I'm spread out, vulnerable, and utterly at his mercy. But then I forget everything when his full lips meet my pussy.
The gentle side of Rocco is gone.
Decadently, he laps at my core.
It’s all too much for me. I can’t stay upright, but I need to do what he wants, and he wants me to look at him while I come.
When Rocco hitches the other leg over the opposite shoulder, I lose all control.
I am on my back, with my thighs on either side of his head.
“Fucking delicious…fucking perfect…”
His breath, his mouth, his scruff. The vibration of his words, his groans, against my most sensitive skin…it’s all so much.
My hips jerk, pressing back against his mouth, aching for more.
Finally, Rocco wraps his lips around my throbbing clit. The suction, the teasing tongue, ends me.
My orgasm cracks me open, and I spill.
“Rocco!”
I’m still trembling when he crawls up to me and holds me in his arms, sharing my taste with his kiss to my lips. I’m still fluttering and buzzing when he reaches past me, and I hear the crinkle of a wrapper.
And every nerve ending is still zinging with pleasure when he rolls onto his back and hoists me on top of him, his erection pressed between our bodies.
Still breathless, I come to my knees and take him in hand.
He’s thick and hot as I curl my fingers around his girth.
Rocco sucks his breath in through his teeth. “You’re gonna fucking wreck me, aren't you, sweetheart?”
I smile as I coax his rigid length through my wet folds.
I slip him inside. The fit is too tight at first.
Rocco's jaw ticks as I allow him to stretch me.
My body relishes every hard inch until he’s buried to the hilt. Deep and hard and hot, he fills me unlike any other.
I squeeze down on him, and he lets out a curse.
“Fuck me, you feel so fucking good,” he grits out, then takes control with a firm hand on each of my hips.
He can say I’m wrecking him, but he destroys me with one thrust.
And with the next one, drives harder.
My mouth goes slack. I don’t know what to do with my hands, but they itch to torture him.
