Page 30 of Sins of the Son

She slowly lowered herself to the floor.

I clenched my jaw, my shaft lengthening to a painful degree as I watched her kneel in such a subservient position.

Keeping my lust in check, I ordered, “Now, take off your blouse.”

She hissed as she drew in a sharp breath.

I raised both palms up. “No touching… unless you beg me, of course.”

Her eyes narrowed. “Hell would freeze over first.”

Her fingers trembled slightly as she worked the pearl buttons. She slipped the blouse off her shoulders and down her slim arms. She had the most beautiful breasts, soft and full, the tops curving gently over the white lace edge of her bra. I wanted to pull one of her cherry nipples into my mouth and suck as badly as I needed my next breath.

She ran her gaze over my midsection, taking in the bulge of my cock through the silk of my pajamas. “You’re not allowed to touch me,” she warned again.

“Don’t worry, babygirl. I’m a man of my word. I won’t touch you.”

I reached into my silk pajamas and pulled out my cock. “Eyes on me.”

Her big, beautiful eyes looked up at me briefly, but then were drawn again to my thick shaft, which was barely a few inches away from her mouth.

I ran my hand slowly up and down its length. “Do you have any idea how many times I have fantasized over the years about having you down on your knees in front of me?” I kept my voice dark and low.

“I think about what it would feel like to push my cock between those pretty lips of yours. To see the stain of your red lipstick along my shaft.”

Milana’s breath faltered.

“I’ve thought about it so often, I can almost feel the sweep of your tongue across the head and the scrape of your teeth against the underside.” I tightened my grip on my cock and continued to slowly rub it in rhythmic pulses.

She licked her lips again as she stared at the pre-cum glistening on the tip.

My breathing became harsh as I continued to taunt her. “The problem is, I wouldn’t be gentle. My hand would grip the back of your head, twisting into your soft hair, holding you in place as I pushed deeper inside your small mouth, testing your limits. I wouldn’t stop until I felt the tight press of the back of your throat squeezing the head of my cock.”

Milana gasped.

I increased the rhythm of my hand as I stroked my shaft. “That’s when you’d begin to struggle. The desire for air warring with your desire to please me. So I’d pull harder on the back of your head, forcing you forward onto my shaft. I’d push past your resistance, deeper into your throat.”

I widened my stance as I shifted my hips slightly forward. “Your eyes would water, streaking your mascara down your soft cheeks. Your lipstick would be smeared all over your swollen lips as they stretched around my shaft, and in that moment, you would have never looked more beautiful to me.”

I clenched my teeth as my balls tightened. “I would thrust harder, telling you what a good girl you were for deep throating my cock.”

A faint whimper escaped Milana’s lips.

“I would watch your eyes glaze over as you struggled to swallow every thick inch as I relished in the tight… wet… warm… feel of your mouth. Knowing the moment I came, I would be flipping you onto the bed, pushing my face between your thighs and feasting on your sweet pussy.”

I sucked in a ragged breath through my teeth as I punished my cock with sharp, angry pulls. Harder and harder. Faster and faster. Moving toward a crescendo.

I watched Milana’s hands move restlessly up and down the tops of her thighs as her eyes remained fixated on my shaft and the rapid movement of my hand.

“Open your mouth for me, baby,” I growled. “Open your mouth and put out that cute little tongue of yours.”

Milana’s lips opened.

“Wider, babygirl. Let me see that pretty pink tongue of yours.”

She opened her mouth wider, the tip of her tongue peeking out over her full bottom lip.

“Brava ragazza.”

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