Page 42 of Violent God

“I had no idea.”

“I like that I make you blush,Dolcezza. I like it a lot.” I move so my head is level to her breasts. “Tell me. Have you ever been kissed here?”

Her mouth parts on a silent gasp as I tweak her nipple.

“N-no.”

“It’s only fitting that your husband should be the first, then.”

She arches into me as my mouth covers her budded flesh. I kiss her nipple the same way I’d kiss her mouth. When I suck, she groans out my name.

“Ah, does my wife like it when I suck? What about this?”

I suck harder and nip her skin.

“Oh, god. Yes. That feels so good, Alessandro.”

Her fingers weave through my hair, pulling me closer. When I rub my beard against her skin, she almost loses it.

“Yes!”

I move to her other breast, showering it with the same attention. By the time I’m finished, the blush has moved lower. Funny. I’m about to move lower, too.

Moving down the mattress, I push her legs apart. The spot on her panties has gotten bigger. Leaning forward, I inhale deeply.

“Mmm. You smell so sweet,Dolcezza. I bet you taste even better. Would you like that, wife? Would you like me to taste you down there?”

“I’ve…I’ve never done it before.” She exhales. “But I want you to do it. Please.”

“Fuck. How can I say no when you ask so nicely?”

Settling between her legs, I inhale her scent again.

“I’m going to tell you a little secret,Dolcezza. I love eating pussy, especially when it’s going to be messy.”

She whimpers as I push her panties to the side. Fuck. Me. She’s gushing cream. Running two fingers through her folds, I hold them up so she can see just how wet she is.

“Is this all for me, pretty girl?”

“Yes.”

“That’s right,Dolcezza. This honey is all for me.”

I slip my digits into my mouth, sucking off her juices. Fuck. She tastes as good as I knew she would. But I’m a greedy bastard and I want more. I rip off her panties, tossing them to the floor and move to her pussy and spread her nether lips. Isabetta cries out as I lick her from her clit to her slit. Circling back to her clit, I suck on the bundle of nerves. She groans, arching into me.

“Alessandro, I need…”

“What do you need, wife?”

“I don’t know.” Her voice is close to tears. “I don’t know.”

“I do.”

I move lower, spearing my tongue in and out of her. With my free hand, I rub her clit in a circle, bringing her to the edge.

“Yes,” she moans. “Yes!”

She comes, filling my mouth with more of her cream. I lap up every last bit. She comes so hard that it coats my beard, but it’s something I wear with pride.

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