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“What are you thinking?” I say staring up into his stormy eyes.
“I’m thinking of how many times I’m going to make you come tonight.”
“Oh,” I say, feeling myself redden.
“Underneath all the bravado you’re so shy, aren’t you?” he says smirking down at me.
Rocco unbuttons his pants, peeling them off so all he is wearing are a pair of black briefs. He gets on top of me, and I can feel his stiffness pushing into my thigh as he begins to kiss my neck and work his way down. His mouth bites and licks each breast before moving to the next as his fingers gently push inside of me, not as hard as the first time.
I’m almost a quivering mess as he pushes past my navel. “Put your legs around my neck,” he instructs me as I feel his tongue skim my inner thigh.
“Cro—” I stutter as his tongue pushes in further.
“What did I tell you to call me?” he says sternly.
“Rocco.”
I wrap my legs tighter around his neck as my back arches higher so his tongue can push deeper. “Rocco,” I whisper out hoarsely as I feel my eyes start to roll in pleasure.
“You’re so fucking wet,” he groans as I feel him lick the droplets falling down my thighs.
He pushes in another finger this time and I feel something start to build from the center of my abdomen as his tongue and finger start to work in sync pushing me to the brinks of pleasures unknown.
“Rocco,” I gasp as I feel the climax finally wash over me as the tightness of my body releases and my legs limply drape over his shoulders.
“You taste fucking delicious,” he says licking up all the wetness that has leaked from my thighs. “So wet for me, say it,” he demands.
“So wet for you,” I say in a high tone that I have never used before.
“Good,” he says smirking and pulling off his boxers.
I gasp inwardly, my eyes taking in the size of his length.
That’s meant to fit inside me?
“Some girls are full of heartache and poetry and those are the kind of girls who try to save wolves instead of running away from them.”
—Nikita Gill
MY MOUTH MOVES INTO AN ‘O’ SHAPE, I GUESS THE RUMORS ABOUT HIS NICKNAME ARE TRUE.
He smirks as if I he can read my mind and I hesitate for a second, before he gives me a reassuring look.
“You stretch too, don’t worry I’ll be gentle. This time anyway,” he says, his eyes gleaming wickedly.
He walks over to the bed, and I stand on my knees not sure on how to receive him. “Let me touch it,” I say looking at him for permission.
He climbs on the bed and pulls me on to him so I’m straddling his lap, he takes my small hand into his and begins to stroke his length in rapid movements.
“Hold it tightly and move your wrist up and down,” he says hoarsely.
I grip tightly and follow his movements. His eyes peer up at me, darkened in arousal as he pulls me into a fierce kiss. His tongue lashes against mine fiercely.
I pull away from the kiss and relax my grip, he looks at me for a second as I indicate what I want to do next. He nods as my lips move down to his chest until the tip of my tongue finds his manhood. I lick the tip and swirl my tongue around trying to find a rhythm before he abruptly pulls my hair.
“Stop playing with it, put it in your mouth,” he says, breathing hard in anticipation.
I put my arms on either side of his thighs for leverage and push him in my mouth, taking him as far as I can. I let my tongue glide around him as I get used to the sensation. I feel him tense from up above as his hands wrap around the tendrils of my hair.
