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The air shifts between us. The something new I never expected calls a delicious delirium to stir throughout me. I mutter, “Santino, Santino, San . . . Ti . . . No . . .”
As I grind against Santino, there’s enough power in my Kegels to crack a walnut.
I groan against his rock-hard body. “How far?”
“A few blocks.”
“You can’t carry me the entire—”
“Gina, watch me.” His eyes drop to my lips, then his mouth descends on mine. With his sweeping over my bottom lip, Santino groans deeply.
His fingertips drag over the flesh of my hips. “You are the sweetest thing I ever tasted.”
“Don’t stop kissing me, Santino.” My fingers thread through his thick, silky dark brown hair. He’s a big guy. I’m doing my best to capture him and keep my obsession near. The movements of his tongue around mine is an aphrodisiac like no other.
We get a few blocks when Santino steps off the curb. A car turns left, charging by us.
“Fuck you, asshole!”
I murmur impatiently, “You said a few blocks, Santino.”
Between kisses, he replies, “Just a few more, Bella. Keep practicing just how you plan to ride Daddy’s dick. I’ll get you out of these clothes soon enough, Gina. Then I’m gonna put my mouth all over your hot pussy until you’re out of your mind.”
“Stop saying, ‘daddy,’” I murmur, tongue swirling around his.
Santino winks. “Shhh, I know you want Daddy’s cock all in your mouth.”
“You are a nasty . . .” Caught in a delicious rapture, I nibble his bottom lip.
Flushed, I grind my hips in tiny circles along his hardness. Santino meanders past a sequence of brownstones, crushing my sex against him. My thighs cleave to his waist. I’m teasing his erection so much it might suffocate through his jeans.
A giggling gang of pimple-faced kids walk by. With my arms looped around Santino’s neck, I die a painful death of embarrassment. Although, finally, we are under the cloak of night as we dry hump down the street.
I squeak, “We’re outside in the middle of the street, and I’m . . .”
“No, we’re on the sidewalk, Bella.” His mouth quirks at the edges. “Now, I’ll let you know how soon you can cum for me.”
With my breasts rising and falling on a crest, I plaster my mouth against his. Santino saunters up a couple of steps, not breaking our connection. Damn, we seem to have an unspoken, irrational fear of death if we part. As he punches in a number on a keypad, my tongue swirls around the pulse at his neck.
“Gina, I’m going to fuck you so hard.” He growls, shoving the door open to his apartment building. Luckily, he’s on the first level. Still hoisting me up, he unlocks the door. We enter with ease.
“Tour?” He arches a brow.
“Yes. Please. Later,” I moan, having kept my eyes on Santino.
“Okay.”
I’m trembling as Santino sets me on my own two feet right at the closed front door. Anticipation clouds my judgment as he pulls the gray, faux-satin trim from the blinds at the window. Santino traps my wrists, binding my arms behind me. He takes the zipper that drops in the center of my cleavage and pulls it down.
“I’ve been waiting to unwrap you,” he groans.
Santino kisses his way around my breasts, goosebumps growing everywhere he touches. His unshaven chin pricks my nipples. Leaning against the wall, I close my eyes, mewing and arching my back.
“You want Daddy’s mouth on that pussy already.” He smiles. His tongue flicks one nipple then the other. I shudder. I’m unsteady on one leg, as he takes a tit in his mouth, lapping and sucking at the tender flesh.
“Tell me you want my tongue deep inside your pussy, Gina. We’re not getting anywhere with you going silent on me.”
There’s an imaginary grip at my throat. Santino’s Italian accent is so seductive, I can hardly speak. Santino ravages my chest then drops to his knees. I feel the heat of Santino’s shoulders as he places my legs up and around him. His mouth mops along my stomach.
