Page 42 of Sins of the Son

I grabbed her by the back of the head and smashed her mouth against mine, as if I could stop it all if I could just stop her bitter words. Wrapping my arm around her waist, I lifted her against my body, forcing my tongue inside her mouth. I swallowed her screams as her small fists hammered at my upper arms, but still I held her tight as I walked her backward toward the sofa.

I shifted my head to the right, then left, devouring her mouth. She fought back, biting my lip. The taste of blood only spurred me on further. I dropped her onto the sofa, my body following hers down, pinning her.

I ripped her panties off as I moved between her legs. Shoving her dress above her waist, I pushed my face between her thighs.

“Get off me!”

Ignoring her cries, I pushed my tongue between her pussy lips. At least this between us was honest. At least this she couldn’t deny. I tasted the truth of her arousal on my lips and clung to the promise of heaven while I drowned in the hell she was putting me through with her denials, secrets, and fierce resistance.

Her hips lurched up.

I palmed her ass, feeling the heat of her punished skin as I squeezed her cheeks.

She cried out in pain.

“Be a good girl, or I’ll get my belt again.”

She finally stilled.

Using the tip of my tongue, I searched for her clit. The moment I felt it, I swirled my tongue around, then flicked it.

Milana moaned as she tossed her head back and forth.

I squeezed her punished ass cheeks again as I increased the pace and pressure of my tongue, knowing the mixture of pleasure and pain would drive her wild.

I groaned against her pussy, knowing she’d feel the vibration. “Jesus, baby, you taste so good. I could feast on you all day.”

I shifted one hand to place two fingers inside of her. I thrust them back and forth. Her hips bucked.

“That’s it, babygirl. Ride my mouth and fingers. I want to feel you come on my tongue.”

Milana whimpered as her hand reached down to grasp my hair.

I scooped some of her arousal onto the edge of my tongue and swirled it around her clit, around and around, increasing the pressure but not touching that small bundle of nerves. Teasing her.

Milana tightened her thighs against the sides of my head. I knew what she wanted.

Leaning back slightly, I let her feel my warm breath on her pussy. “Say it. Say what I want to hear first.”

“Damn you, Cesare.”

I thrust a third finger inside of her. Fuck, she was tight. I took pity on her. Knowing she would deny us both her climax rather than say she was mine, I commanded, “Say you want my mouth on your sweet pussy. Beg me to make you come.”

Milana arched her back as she pushed her fingers between her legs.

I grabbed her wrist. “Don’t make me tie you up. Now say it.”

She tried to close her eyes.

“Eyes on me, babygirl,” I barked.

Her eyes snapped open. “I want your mouth,” she whimpered.

It was good enough.

I clamped my mouth on her pussy and sucked and laved at her clit until she was clawing at the leather sofa seats and screaming her release. And when her breathing had barely returned to normal, when she thought she was too sensitive for more, I showed her how wrong she was by making her come a second time.

It was for purely selfish reasons. I needed to make sure she had no more energy to fight me when I pulled her onto my lap. I held her close as her head lolled on my chest. I could feel her heartbeat still racing beneath my fingertips where they rested just above her left breast.

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