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“Your perfect lips are going to send me over the edge. I would fuck you like this all day if I could.”
I can tell from his voice that he’s hovering just on the edge of coming, and he’s slowed down his thrusts. Trying to draw it out as long as possible. But he can’t. His body is growing rigid beneath my touch as he tries to cling on, but then he climaxes with a shudder. He floods my mouth with his cum, his hips thrusting haphazardly.
Laz barely gets his breath back before he’s gripping my shoulders and gasping, “Don’t fucking swallow. Don’t spit either. Just hold it.”
He takes a deep breath and grabs my chin, drawing my face up to his.
“Let me see it, Bambi.”
I open my mouth and let his cum roll over my tongue. Laz sinks his teeth into his lower lip and smiles, his hair hanging into his eyes. “You’re the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” His voice is husky with desire. “Now, swallow like a good girl.”
I do as I’m told, looking him in the eye the entire time. Laz hooks his hands under my arms and hauls me up. My back hits the wall and his mouth descends on mine. His kiss is ravenous as he tastes himself in my mouth. His tongue delves into me and slides against my own.
I need to fuck you, the thrusts of his tongue say.
He breaks away from my lips and plants breathless, hungry kisses on my throat, my breasts. His cock is between us, semi-hard and glistening.
“I’m going to bang you with my fingers until my dick gets hard again. Should only take about thirty seconds because I’m insane for you, Bambi.”
There’s a grating of metal, a jangle of keys, and street sounds from outside, and then the front door slams. Two female voices reach us from the hall. Mom and Rieta.
Shit. Shit.Shit.
I pull my camisole up and frantically button my cardigan. Laz looks more annoyed than anything else as he slowly steps back and shoves himself back into his jeans.
Reality is flooding back as I hear my mom and sister coming closer and closer. I just gave my stepdad head while my other sister is lying injured in a hospital bed. He face-fucked me into the wall. There’s acting crazy, and then there’s being plain stupid.
“This isn’t over.”
“Yes, it is,” I whisper feverishly. He’s cheating on his wife in her own house. Mom is suspicious and critical of everything I do. She’s going to find out if we carry on like this.
But Laz either doesn’t hear me or pretends that he doesn’t.
“Your lips are BJ messy,” he says as he buttons his jeans. With a wink, he turns and disappears into the hallway to greet his wife.
7
Laz
Over the next few days, Mia’s face burns whenever she lays eyes on me or when her mom walks into the room. I make it my mission to get close to her as much as possible because the sadistic pleasure I feel seeing her squirm is off the charts.
Before school one morning, I come into the kitchen just as she’s lifting a mug to her lips and murmur, “Swallow like a good girl.”
She chokes and nearly spits out her coffee. Wiping her chin, she checks that no one else is around and hisses, “Have you no shame?”
Please. Where’s the fun in feeling shame when there’s heart-pounding, honey-sticky pleasure to be had from a girl who sucks dick like she’s trying to swallow my soul?
I’m not the only one who thinks so, either. I catch Mia sneaking looks at me as often as I find myself hungrily devouring her peachy ass and the curve of her breasts. All I have to do is raise my arms above my head and stretch and she zeros in on the hard line of muscle at my hip that disappears inside my jeans, the adorable little slut. And I mean that as a compliment. There’s nothing hotter than when a girl abandons all her inhibitions for you. I want to whisper in her ear what a delicious little slut she is for me while I’m buried deep inside her and feel her clench around me in sheer delight.
Just for me.
One afternoon she’s eating strawberries, slowly, one by one, sucking on the tips before biting into them and letting the juice run over her tongue. I’m ready to burst in my jeans as she stares at me across the kitchen counter.
Giulia is calling out for Mia from another part of the house, growing more and more irate with every passing moment.
“Your mom wants you,” I mutter, my gaze trained on her juicy lips. What I wouldn’t give to shove my thumb into her mouth along with all that sweet fruit and feel her tongue moving against me.
“Mia.” High heels click angrily on the tiles. Giulia bursts into the kitchen, her face pale and angry.
