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I pull back.
“That’s exactly what I want. Fuck my mouth like I’m a porn star. Don’t stop yourself.”
I love knowing I do this to him. That he needs me that badly. I try even harder to take all of him. His hands grip my head, and he rocks his hips forward. I know he fears hurting me, so he won’t thrust. But he presses and pulls back over and over until he pulls out. I squeak when one arm wraps around me just beneath my armpits and hauls me up.
I don’t even manage to put my feet on the ground before I’m thrown onto the bed, landing on my stomach. He yanks the bra from my wrists, then rolls me over. He grabs my left ankle and pulls me back to the edge. He pushes that leg up and out before he thrusts his cock into me. I struggle not to cry out with the pain and pleasure. He stays there, looking down at where our bodies join.
“Daddy?”
“I think I’ve reached my limit. But I won’t stop. Sit up, baby. Wrap yourself around me.”
I scramble to do as he says.
“Enzo, we can stop. This is exactly what I feared.”
“Do as you're told.”
The command in his voice is back the moment I don’t comply. I loop my arms and legs around him, and he lifts me off the bed. He moves us almost across the room until we get to an armchair. He hooks his foot around the leg and pulls it around to face a full-length mirror.
“I’m going to watch your ass bounce while you ride me. I’m going to enjoy seeing my handprints move with you. Just before I’m ready to come, you’re going to turn around and watch as I fuck my cum into you.”
Holy fuck. The things he says to me. Of course, I obey. I’ve already released my legs, so I’m kneeling as I straddle him. He remains still as I ride him. He pulls me close for a kiss. He lets me move however I want, and I know he wants me to get off.
“Fuck, Daddy… I’m coming… Yes.”
He doesn’t rush me, but the moment I still, he orders me to turn around. I’m only too happy to oblige. It’s awkward, but we figure it out. Once more, he grasps my wrists and holds them behind me. I bounce on his dick, my tits swinging. He sits forward, his good arm wrapping around my belly. He holds me in place as his hips thrust up, and I know he’s coming inside me.
“Turn around.”
I do as he says, feeling his cum dripping down my leg. Once again, I climb onto his lap, and his cock is still sticking straight up. I slide down it with a sigh. He holds my right breast, squeezing it.
“One of these days, our baby is going to eat from your tits. Until then, they’re mine.”
He wraps his mouth around my nipple and sucks. My back arches as he leans back, not releasing me. It makes my clit rub against his pubic bone, and I’m aroused all over again. I rock my hips, and his hands move to them, encouraging me to do what I need to get off again. His eyes are closed as he sucks. My hands are free, so I press his head to me. I feel him sigh as my fingers lace through his hair.
“That feels so good, Daddy. Do you like my tits?
“Mmmhmmm.”
It’s a long groan of agreement. My free hand offers him my other one, pressing it against his cheek. He switches without missing a beat. The way he looks as he suckles me, the pleasure I see — it makes me feel as empowered as when I give him a blowjob. I do this to and for him. No one else. It makes me feel more connected to him than I ever have with anyone else. He actually looks relaxed for once. He eventually pulls back, and I look down. There’s a ring around each nipple like giant hickies. I hope we can do this every night. Like I’ve told him before, it doesn’t feel maternal. But it feels like I’m giving him something no one else can that’s even more connecting than sex.
“We can’t stay up here forever. At least I can’t. You should be resting. And I need to talk to my parents.”
“Get your phone out of your pocket, then come back here and sit on my lap again.”
I stand, and I stare for a moment as he strokes himself.
“Go.”
I take two steps backwards before turning around to look for my phone in my discarded clothes. When I have it, I come back and notice he’s still hard. When I ease onto him this time, it feels different. This is about that connection we have when he’s worshipping my breasts. Neither of us is trying to get off. I unlock my phone and dial my mom’s number.
“Hi, sweetie.”
“When were you going to tell me we’re in the mob?”
ChapterTwenty-One
Lorenzo
