Page 46 of Sacred Blood

“I love that hot little mouth of yours and the way you moan around my cock.”

She moaned obligingly, the vibrations making my cock swell.

“You like my cock in your mouth, don’t you, baby girl?”

My cock popped out of her mouth when she answered. “Yes, Sir.” Then she took it in her hand and smeared my precum all over her face. My cock glided easily over her soft skin. It was hot as hell!

I leaned over her and ripped open her flimsy top. Her breasts popped free, nipples pebbled and begged for attention.

“Pro: these gorgeous breasts.” I pressed them together and suckled her nipples. She gurgled, and moaned around my cock buried down her throat. “Lift your legs,” I ordered. I slid my hands beneath her ass as she obeyed, drawing her hips into the air as well. “Pro: this slick pussy.” I ran my tongue along her seam, her throaty growl wrapping my cock in a series of tiny tremors.

I buried my face and a primal scream erupted from her swallowing my cock. I clamped down on her swollen nub. I rode her pleasure, thrusting rapidly while a powerful orgasm stormed through her.

When she went limp, it was my turn. Straightening, my cock popped from her mouth.

“On your knees, baby.” I guided her into position and thrust deep inside of her as she arched her back and yowled like a heat-crazed cat. “Pro: the way you respond to me.”

Gripping her hips like a drowning man with a life preserver, I took her savagely. Gaby dropped her chest and gripped the blankets, hanging on tightly while I rode her hard. “Pro: the way you grip my cock inside of you and let me take you how I wish.”

“Oh! My goodness! Tano!” My name swept up into a scream as her tight pussy gripped my cock, milking me while she came. Heat zapped down my spine, exploding in my balls as I released my seed deep inside of her.

“Pro: the way you call my name when you're happy, dolce tesorina. You are my sweet little treasure, aren't you, Gabriella?”

“Yes. Gaetano.”

I liked hearing my name on her lips. More than I should have.

For years, I'd kept people at a distance. It was safer that way.

Then Gabriella had arrived and somehow made herself at home beneath my defenses.

“Good girl.”

I brushed a strand of hair from her face and let my gaze linger on her.

“Are you ready to let me take care of you?”

She rolled onto her back. With her body relaxed and her giant mane of hair spread everywhere, she’d never looked more beautiful.

“Pro: this beautiful woman, safe and in my bed.”

She managed a lazy smile. “That’s not a pro about me. That’s about what you like.”

“Yes, and I like you well-fucked and in my bed.”

She giggled, reaching overhead to grab a pillow and toss it at me.

“Does that mean you need more persuading? If so, I’ll happily stack up those pillows under your hips and give you a spanking you’ll never forget.”

Her pupils dilated. My naughty nurse liked her spankings, and the harder, the better it seemed.

“Pro: that you were never spanked by anyone but me.”

Her jaw dropped in shock. “How did you know that?”

“Because you tell me so, bella. The hitch in your breath, the color of your cheek, a stolen glance that lingers—like many things in life, observation provides the answers. You’re still learning what you like, and I enjoy introducing you to the things I like.”

“Controlling the narrative, you mean,” she accused.