“I will throw him down from this floor if he gives you any.”

“You won’t,” she sticks out her tongue and I catch it in a quick kiss.

“Are you nervous?” I let go of her tongue.

“Yeah, but I’ll be fine,” she smiles sadly, “I can’t wait for all of this to be over,” she exhales, “We all can have a better life with him gone.”

“That’s true,” I lift her off me. “Come sit on my face,” I fall back on the bed, “I need to have your juice all over my face as a good luck charm,” I swallow, already imagining how it will taste. I've tasted her before but never directly from the source and I want to do that now. Plus, an orgasm will help her relax more.

“We don't have time,” she pouts.

“Rosaline, bring your pussy here,” I snap my fingers and she climbs on the mattress with her knees and takes her dress up to show she is naked underneath.

“That's more like…” She sits and the word flutters into her pussy.

I don't have all the time in the world so I have to make this one quick. I dive into action, one hand on her butt cheek to lift her off me a little and the other on her breast pinching her nipple. I slide my tongue in and out and feel her tremble from the contact.

Sweet, delicious, salty pussy.

If I could, I would trade coffee for her every morning.

I flick my tongue on her clit, suckle gently on the labia, then trace my tongue from her clit to her asshole and back and forth. I feel her thrum but it is the slickness that's now coming out of her pussy that's keeping me going. I keep flicking her clit, and suckling her vulva, devouring her pussy like she is a favorite dessert. Because hell, she is.

She lifts, gets off me, and turns to face the direction of my cock, then sits back on my face. She brings my stiff cock out from my boxer briefs and takes it into her mouth. I want to stop her because this would take too long, but I don't, I can't. It feels good to have her on my tongue and feel me in her mouth.

She takes me to the back of her throat and I take control of the process, sucking her and fucking her mouth. Her waist begins to move very quickly, straddling my face and tongue.

Both our moans are stifled by our stuffed mouths as we keep giving, receiving, and taking.

She is deep-throating, choking on my cock, and I am out of breath, suffocating from her pussy grinding me.

We are both close, her straddling is faster now and uncontrolled. My thrusting is matching her pace like we both want to rise to a crescendo on the same note and drop flat. And we do, I go first, unburdening my loads inside her mouth and she swallows then lets my cock out of her mouth before she joins me, straddling her way to her orgasm.

She falls to one side of the bed, breathing hard.

“That was…” she tries to catch her breath, “-I gotta go, I need to make coffee for your uncle to smoothen the edge,” she stands. “Go get your mother,” she begins to adjust her dress, “He likes his coffee how you like yours?”

I nod, “Yeah,” I sit up and close my eyes as I catch a whiff of the piquant smell from her pussy, “Go please,” I bite my lower lip hard, and she hurries out.

I just found something to live for. Her fucking pussy on my face.

I stand and walk to the bathroom to wash up quickly before heading to my mother and hoping she will take the bait. Well, she would take the bait, because it has me at the end of the hook.

I am dressed in gray sweatpants and a black wife beater as I take the stairs down to her quarters, in time to see Claudio go down.

Shit.

I should have been in his office to drop these.

I hurry to the second floor and go into his office quickly to drop the letter and gun I'm holding. The same letter I had gotten from my father and his gun, that he had told me when he was alive that Claudio had gifted him. Then I walk out to go to my mother.

The plan is to have them both in one place.

I knock on her door and it takes a minute for her to come get it.

“Mother,” I don't bother smiling.

“Benedetto,” she adjusts her nightwear, “You need something?” She tries to look around but my frame obstructs her view.