Page 138 of 7+Us Makes Nine

“Already wet and ready for me,” he muttered and sucked my lower lip into his mouth, brushing my clit with his fingers.

“Gio...”

He pleasured me slowly, building the pressure in me gradually, and it only made me more impatient to get him deep inside of me. The walls of my pussy clenched around the emptiness, begging to be filled with his hard thickness. His tongue slid over mine when he lowered his middle finger and rewarded me with a deep thrust.

“More...,” I begged shamelessly. I was so wet that my thong was ruined, but I couldn’t care less about it.

“More, huh? You’re so naughty, and you’re only my naughty girl, Arianna. You got this?”

“Only yours.”

“Good. Now I’m going to reward my girl.” He removed his hand from my pussy, earning a glare from me. “Come.”

He led me across the room to the huge mirror and knelt in front of me. “I want you to see everything that I do to you.” He raised my robe and told me to keep it there. He growled when he saw my white lace thong that was now drenched with my desire. He licked his lips before he brought his fingers back to my mound, this time pulling my panties aside.

“Gio... Oh...”

The feather touch of his fingertips was almost non-existent, but it created a potent fire in me that permeated me swiftly. I was putty in his hands, overcome with want and need for this complex, yet handsome man.

Every sensation was doubled because I could see him in the mirror. I stared transfixed at his long fingers, anticipating his next move...

He turned his head to the side to see our reflection in the mirror and plunged two fingers inside of me.

“Ah!”

He tightened his jaw, his eyes growing darker with pure desire. “So, tight and hot. Spread your legs wider. I want to see your pussy open around me each time I thrust inside of you.”

I moaned and complied, slightly bending my knees to allow him a better view.

“Too hot,” he murmured and sped up his pace, making my pussy gush with juices.

“Gio! Yes!”

“Tell me what you need, babe. Tell me exactly what you want me to do to you.”

“I want you to fuck me.”

“How?”

“With your fingers... With your tongue... And you

r cock...”

He raised his eyebrow, smirking. “My tongue? You’re going to get it, Arianna.”

He pulled out his fingers and replaced them with his tongue, probing me sharply.

“Oh God, Gio.” My eyes widened as I took in his reflection in the mirror—the way his head moved, the way my juices trickled down my thighs, the way my core contracted after each plunge of his hot tongue...

He grabbed my ass and pressed me against his face, increasing his tempo. My legs trembled hard, my muscles straining to keep me in this position as he devoured me. I couldn’t stop watching him in the mirror, growing tenser as the ripples of ecstasy grew larger, and I braced myself for the shattering orgasm that would consume me.

He moved his lips to my clit, taking it into his mouth, and the buildup doubled. I called his name again and again as he feasted on me, losing my mind when my pleasure reached its highest point.

“Gio! Yes!” I dug my fingers into my robe and pressed against him, completely delirious.

“So, fucking hot.” He wiped off his mouth and pushed his wet fingers into my mouth. “Suck it, baby. Taste your juices.”

The fire in his eyes burned stronger when my lips wrapped around his fingers. I sucked them clean, acting as if that was his cock I was sucking.

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