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“I wanted to fuck you then.”
My breath catches in my throat.
Severio pushes my left knee, bending it, spreading me. His gaze drifts between my legs. An elegant finger moves my underwear to the side. Cold air brushes over my slit.
“I’m not petty and cruel, I’m greedy for the taste of you. I’m aware that my time with you tonight is going to be short because you drank, and the last time you drank, you crashed the moment your head hit the pillow. It’s mindboggling how you lie down, close your eyes, and sleep. For that reason, I’m kneeling between your legs, trying to decide if I want to make out with you or your pussy.” He swipes a finger over my slit, looks right at me, and slides said finger into his mouth. “I choose pussy.”
20
HIS LIPS ARE SOFT
CRISTINA
The way Severio chastised me for thinking of him like I would a silly high school bully makes me feel bad. I want to apologize, but reserve it for later because I don’t want to disrupt the moment I’m having with this man I dislike and like at the same time.
Severio hooks both hands under my knees and spreads my legs, then slides his palm down my calves and ankles, which he grips tightly, almost painfully. There’s aggression in the way he looks at me and touches me, but there’s also assurance he won’t hurt me. It’s the sexist combination I’ve ever experienced.
I’m a virgin, but I’ve been with guys doing things that don’t involve penetration.
He places the soles of my feet on his chest.
“Take off your panties.”
I hook my fingers behind the hem of my underwear and slide them over my thighs. He takes over and removes them the rest of the way. When I think he’ll toss them on the floor, he fists the material and brings it to his nose. He inhales loudly and growls on the exhale.
I press my lips together, stifling my shock. I have no idea why that was sexy besides the fact the way Severio did it and seemed to have enjoyed something so primal.
He tucks my panties behind the elastic of his boxers, then slides his palms down my legs and starts to lean forward so that my knees naturally part for him. When he settles his head between my legs, he puts my feet on his shoulders and holds my ankles.
I stare at the ceiling. Cold air brushes my middle. The butterflies are in full panic mode in my belly, and I swallow my nervousness, resisting the urge to chat and shatter the moment because I’m tense. I’m also terrified of what we’re doing.
But I can’t tell him no, because I want him.
I squeeze my eyes shut, doubting my sanity when his fingers spread my entrance, and he says, “Ah fuck, Cristina, your hymen is still intact.”
I cover my eyes.
Geez.
He touches his lips against my clit, then caresses the bud a few times before sucking it into his mouth. A finger slides up and down my opening, and when he pokes inside, I tense.
Severio pauses and removes the finger. His mouth is back on my clit, now licking with more urgency. His expert tongue licks between my legs until they start shaking. Now, he licks me faster, drawing out my clit, flicking my bud with his tongue while trapping it between his lips. When I near orgasm, he releases the bud, and I whine, protesting. Frustrated, I beg until he starts kissing my clit once more and making me feel good again.
Severio is a patient lover. I’m a frustrated, hot mess, wriggling my bottom, lifting my hips, trying to grab his hair. He’s restrained me in the front with my own panties while I’ve moaned his name a dozen times, pleaded with him to let me finish.
Severio is also a quiet lover, drawing out my pleasure, not letting me come and making out with my pussy in earnest. His fingers tease my entrance, but never poke it or enter it, and I need them inside, entering my hole, because I’m so wet and achy and empty.
I beg him to let me come, but it seems my pleas only encourage him to keep me on the edge.
Severio is a sadistic lover. Every time I almost come, he stops rubbing me or licking me and chuckles against my pussy.
I grow fussy, wiggly, and near tears, trying to gain some friction on his mouth, but then Severio crawls up my body. He hooks my bound wrists over his neck, and his mouth latches onto mine as something smooth and large presses against my slit. He starts rubbing me with his cock.
“Come now,” he says. My body, as if it’s his to command, releases my orgasm at my entrance. Before I can gather my wits, he pushes inside.
I gasp, stars playing over my eyes.
“That a girl.”
