Page 20 of Two days, One Pucking Night

“Fuck, princess.”

Sofia smiles, pops my finger out of her mouth, slides down the island, and falls to her knees before me.

“You don’t have to—”

“I know. I want to. I’ve been thinking about you in my mouth.”

The confession makes my dick jerk, and her head follows the movement.

“Are you going to just stare at it or get to work? Capitalism and all?” I can’t help but tease.

She slaps my thighs, trying to hold back her laughter. “I hate you,” there is no bite behind her words, and the natural way we navigate from this debauchery to laughter fills my chest with an unfamiliar warmth.

When she sticks her tongue out and lathers my dick with her saliva, I know I am fucked. Nothing has ever felt so mind-blowing.

“Damn, Sofia. Do you know how I’ve fantasized about those perfect lips around my dick?”

She moans in response and takes me in.

“Shit.” I was mistaken when I thought the feel of her mouth on my thumb was euphoric. This. This right here, is sin. A sinner’s heaven. The pit of my damnation, but a hellfire I am willing to embrace.

I’m unable to control the sounds coming out of my mouth. Grunts and moans of appreciation fill the room. Saliva pools her lips, and tears stream down her cheeks as she sucks, licks, and swallows more of me.

I want to keep her like this, immortalize this moment. Her tears. Her vigor. Her heat. The moment I sullied whatever innocence she had. The moment I possessed those perfect dick-sucking lips.

“Faster, princess.” I pull the locks of hair obscuring her face, wrapping them around my fingers into a ponytail. I tug, pulling hard enough to inflict pain but not cause any serious damage.

Sofia moans.

Dammit, she’s nasty. “Fuck I want to ruin you.” I push my hips forward, needing her to take more of me. “I want to come all over your beautiful face.”

She groans and intensifies her efforts. “You want that, baby? All over your face, hair, eyes, lips, yes?”

She nods, taking me in so deep I feel that thing in the back of her throat.

“Oh, shit.” My release makes me lose control of my body. A never-ending sea of rising waves crashing on a bitter shore. And Sofia drinks from it, swallowing every single drop.

Never in my life has anyone sucked me off the way she has.

“What have you done to me?” I murmur, trying to catch my breath. Sweat clings to my skin and beads my forehead. “Come here.” I reach for her hand and help her up, needing to touch her, feel her. I draw her into a kiss, our tongues locked in a slurry of hungry, desperate movement.

I palm her perfectly round ass and can’t help but grunt with appreciation. I spin her around, admiring how well it fits my hands. I fall to my knees and squeeze each cheek. “Bend over, princess. Hold on to the edge of the island.”

Sofia arches her back and sticks out her ass, inches from my face.

“That’s it, princess. Open your legs for me.” I spread her wider with my hands and continue to palm her ass, squeezing and kneading. “Stay still, princess.” Spreading her cheeks open, I lick from her clit to her ass, focusing on the hole there.

Sofia tiptoes and arches back even more.

“You like that, princess?.”

“Yes. God, yes.”

Liquid pools down her thighs and spurs me on. I swipe my tongue up and down her ass, burying my face inside. “I’m going to fuck your ass, Sofia. Not right now, but later. I’m going to fill every single hole in your body before this weekend is done.”

Sofia moans in response, and my dick strains begging to find solace.

I rise to my feet and part her legs with my hands. “Lay on the counter, and spread your legs wider.” I stand behind her, pressing her waist down so her ass is arched higher. “I’m tested.” I let her know because going bare isn’t up for negotiation.

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