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“Oh, you want to touch me, do you?” Kyla takes a step back with a huge grin on her face.
“I always want to touch you,” I admit.
“Is that so?” Kyla smirks as she lifts the hem of her dress, really fucking slowly. I stand still, my eyes drinking in every inch of silky smooth skin she reveals. “Where do you want to touch me, Lorenzo?” she asks. “Here?” She points to her thigh, and I nod my head. “What about here?” She gestures to the curve of her neck.
“I want to run my lips all over you. I want to taste every single bit of you,” I tell her.
“Oh, so now touching isn’t enough? You want to taste me too?” She lifts her dress higher, revealing a pair of pink panties.
“Fuck yes, I want a taste.” I stare at her bare pussy through the lace of her underwear.
Kyla tugs her dress all the way over her head and then drops it to the floor. My eyes don’t know where to look first. I want to look everywhere. I tilt my head to the side and run my eyes up and down her body. Taking my time, appreciating the beauty that is Kyla McKinley soon-to-be Valentino.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful.” I sigh.
“Thank you,” she says.
She’s wearing a pink lace bra that matches her panties. Reaching behind her back, she unclips the bra and then lets it fall to the ground. Her breasts—fuckable, pert breasts with rosy nipples that are begging for my mouth to suck them—hang free. Kyla moves to the bed and lies in the middle of it.
“So… did you want to just stare or are you actually going to taste me, Lorenzo?” she asks.
I lift my shirt over my head, discarding it on the floor. Then, toeing my shoes off, I climb onto the bed and cover her body with mine. “Oh, I’m not just going to taste you, Kyla. I’m going to fucking feast on you. Get comfortable, babe, because you’re going to be here for a while,” I tell her, and slide down her body, stopping to capture her left breast in my mouth.
I suck at her nipple and circle my tongue around the peak. Kyla’s body arches off the bed, and her legs try to clamp around me. I move my attention to the other side, sucking and nipping at her right breast while my hand tweaks her left. Her fingernails run through my hair as her head tips back. I look up at her, momentarily frozen by the beauty that is this girl. When she notices that I’ve stopped, Kyla opens her eyes and looks at me.
“What’s wrong?” she asks.
“Your beauty takes my fucking breath away, Kyla McKinley soon-to-be Valentino,” I say aloud this time.
“Soon-to-be Valentino?” She laughs.
“You already said yes. There are no take-backs,” I tell her before kissing my way down her stomach. I reach the waistband of her underwear. Hooking my fingers underneath, I sit up and pull them down.
Spreading her legs open again, I settle between them while pinning her in place with my hands on her upper thighs. I don’t waste any time. I slide my tongue up the center of her slit and then close my mouth over her clit and suck. I groan with the explosion of her taste on my tongue. Sucking harder, I flick against her sensitive little bud. Kyla’s legs shake under the weight of my palms, and her hips lift as she pushes her pussy closer to my face. Sliding one of my hands up, I insert a finger. She’s so fucking tight that I have to push in and out a few times before adding a second digit, while my tongue continues to play with her clit.
“Oh shit, Lorenzo, it’s too much,” she hisses.
I look up. “No, it’s not. I fucking want it, Kyla. Let go and give it to me,” I tell her before returning my attention to her sensitive spot.
“Fuck!” Kyla curses out. Her hands tug at my hair as her body bucks beneath me. Her orgasm detonates through her.
I continue to lick her slowly until I feel her muscles completely relax and melt into the mattress. Moving up her body, I find her neck and kiss my way over to her ear. “You good, babe?” I ask her.
“Uh-huh,” she says. “That was… I don’t know what that was, but it was amazing.”
“Youare amazing,” I tell her, capturing her lips with mine.
ChapterThirty-Two
I’m nervous. My sister is almost here, and I can’t wait to see her. But I’m also worried that I’m going to see her and completely fall apart again. I walk into the kitchen to make sure that Reilly’s favorite cookies are out.
“Oh my gosh, Mrs. Valentino, I’m so sorry,” Kyla says as soon as she sees me. Her face reddens and her hands attempt to push my grandson off her.
“Don’t be. It’s okay. I was young once too and fell to the charms of a Valentino. I know exactly what it’s like,” I tell her.
“Ew, gross, Nonna. How do I wash my ears out?” Lorenzo screws up his face and feigns a gagging noise.
“What’s gross is having to watch you make out with her all over the damn house. Get a room. Or better yet? Don’t, and stop making out with her altogether.” My granddaughter enters the kitchen with her usual flourish.
