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“Si, Signor.”
He rubbed my skin again before his hand landed on the same spot he had been soothing, another smack that burned my skin, spreading its fire straight to my pussy.
My inner muscles clenched, sending a shiver up my spine just before Matt plunged a finger deep inside me withdrawing straight away and repeating the process.
“Fuck, Francesca. This is making you even wetter. You are not supposed to be enjoying the spanking, you know?” He said after around the eighth smack on my already tender ass. My breath was coming out in heavy pants, as each time he plunged that finger inside of me, my arousal grew stronger. Wilder. Out of control.
“Get up.” His voice was strong and commanding, connecting directly with my throbbing pussy. “Kneel on your good knee and pull me out of my pants.”
I undid his button, followed by the zipper of his suit slacks, sliding them down to his feet and directing my eyes back onto the big, hard bulge right in front of my face. I put my hands on the elastic band of his boxers to pull them down before I felt Matt’s hand snaking around the nape of my neck and gripping my hair, making me look up at him.
“You’re fucking beautiful, you know that?” He asked in a husky, lust-filled voice, a rhetorical question I couldn’t dare to answer. “Now beg me.”
He tugged at the fabric, his massive erection resisting the light pull of his underwear, making it spring free with a jolt back to its upright, gravity-defiant position. Standing tall and confident, just like its master. I licked my lips as I looked at his magnificent cock, rolling my eyes up to look at Matt before the words tumbled from my mouth. “Please, can I suck your cock, Signor?”
“Take it. You know very well what to do with it, Gattina.” He replied, using his grasp on my hair to close the gap between my mouth and his dick. “Take it into that sinful mouth of yours.”
I ran my fingers from his hard pecs down his rippled abs, all along those dents on his hips that pointed the way to Sin City. South had always been my preferred direction, and those cum gutters lead to nowhere but my favorite valley of lust.
I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock and drove it deep into my mouth, enveloping it with my warm tongue, swirling it around his tip as I drew him out again, repeating the process before I looked up at Matt.
His jaw was tightly clenched, with his bottom lip tucked between his teeth as his nose flared in pure bliss. That expression fueled my lust and my rhythmic movements as I rocked my whole body to extract every ounce of pleasure I could from him. His grip on my hair tightened as my pace increased.
“Cazzo, Francesca! What the fuck have you done to me?”
He yanked his cock out of my mouth, and without noticing, he had me up and on my feet again. All the magazines, books, candles, and décor that lay on the coffee table were now scattered all around the floor, the ceramic shattering into a million pieces upon impact as Matt cleared the way to lay me down on top of it.
He lowered himself between my legs, heavily breathing his warm pants against my wet pussy, teasing me by not touching me.
“You told me you weren’t mine. But I want this pussy to be mine. Just mine.” He harshly spoke against me, my back arching as the vibrations from his low tone teased me.
The words tumbled from deep within my soul and out of my mouth without even the slightest chance of being held back. “It is… I am”
My body shivered under his touch. I couldn't help the thrilling sparks that ignited everywhere over my skin from erupting into millions of goosebumps. Everywhere he touched. Everywhere I wanted him to touch.
As he heard my words, his hands shimmered down my thighs as if he were soothing me into the hell he would pull me under. The hell his mouth and his tongue would drag me through.
The flick of his tongue against my clit brought me out of my head and back to reality. My back arched from the pleasure and accuracy of that one teasing lick that had me writhing beneath him, squirming for more as Matt just hovered over me, waiting for my need to turn into greed, to turn into despair.
“Matt… Please.” I begged again. I needed him to continue. I needed more. More contact, more of his tongue, more of this pleasure.
A smack on the side of my ass made me immediately recognize my mistake. I was so lost between my thoughts and this agonizing lack of constant contact that I couldn’t even keep up with this new rule.
I was more than ready. But I was sure I wouldn’t be getting what I wanted any time soon. I could see it in Matt’s eyes. He was enjoying this.
“Should I stop this, Gattina? It seems like you can’t stick to your place.” He threatened.
“I’m sorry, Signor. It won’t happen again.” I swallowed the lump in my throat as I tried to put that sentence together.
Matt had not yet removed his head from between my legs, kissing my thighs and biting down on the sensitive skin just under my pussy. My hips bucked forward, trying to bring him closer to where I needed him.
Another precise lick that seemed to electrify my body.
“Is this what you want, Francesca?” His voice was so husky it was clear this was pleasuring him, too.
“Si, Signor.” I exhaled, barely a whisper.
“Remember what you called me the other day? That insult about the three orgasms? What was it?”
