Perfect tits with hard nipples was the reason God had spared him. Hers were fucking incredible. As he closed the shortdistance, she placed her palm on his chest, stopping him. Then, she shimmied out of her panties.
“Come and get me,” she said, her husky voice dripping with lust.
Like earlier, her accent had slipped—barely—but he’d heard it. The throbbing in his thigh was matched by his throbbing dick. One was pain. The other pure pleasure.
They came together in a rush of lust, their naked bodies crushed against each other. Her breasts pressed against his chest, his cock against her tummy. She placed both hands on his cheeks, pulled him down to her, and kissed him with the energy of a thousand suns.
He palmed her ass, squeezed her butt cheeks, then he slipped his hand between them and cupped her tit.
“Let’s fuck,” she said.
She flung back the linens, crawled in on all fours, then turned back and motioned with her finger. “Come, Mr. Santini.”
He stared down at her. “Sit on my face.”
“Yesssss,” she whispered.
He tossed the pillows onto the floor, lay on the king bed, pushed up on his elbows. That hurt his shoulder, but he didn’t give a damn. Off came her heels. She climbed over him, facing his cock, positioned her snatch over his mouth, and dropped down.
He licked her soaking wet folds while her guttural groans filled his ears. He tongued her slowly, teasing her tender skin and her nib. Then, he slipped two fingers inside her. She cried out, started shaking.
“Yesssss, sooo good.” Her groan rocketed through him, stiffening his already hard shaft.
She was holding herself up with her legs, but the harder he licked and finger-fucked her, the more violent her body tremors.She wrapped her fingers around his throbbing cock, rubbing his juices over the head.
And then, she went down on him. Taking his massive cock into her mouth, she deep throated him, sucking and licking.
She started crying out, pressing her pussy against his face while she massaged his balls and ran her tongue wildly back and forth over the sensitive head. Her pussy tightened around his fingers, and she shuddered through her orgasm while her juices exploded out of her.
His balls tightened, he couldn’t stop moaning through the onslaught of pleasure. Then, she massaged the tender spot behind his balls and the orgasm rocketed out of him, his juices shooting into her dirty little mouth.
“Fuuuuuuckkkkk,” he ground out as he surrendered to the ecstasy.
Seconds passed before she pulled off him, then moved so she was planking over him.
“Nice,” she said, her chin wet with his juices.
She swallowed. That’s hot.
“Kiss me,” he ordered.
She pressed her wet lips against his. He plunged his tongue into her mouth, wrapped his arms around he back, and kissed her breathless.
Then, he flipped them over slowly and placed a possessive hand over her tit.
“More,” she said. “I want more.”
“Greedy, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Mr. Santini, I am,” she replied, a wild hunger in her eyes.
He fondled her tit, placed his mouth on her erect nipple and sucked. The harder he sucked, the grittier the sounds he could pull from her. He stroked her inner thigh, appreciating the striations in her toned muscles. She was strong, but not bulky.Tall, short, he didn’t give a fuck. She was naked, she was beneath him, and she was asking for more.
That worked. He’d pay the devil for his evil deeds tomorrow. Sleeping with a Russian had to come with consequences, didn’t it? With more gas in the tank, he covered himself with a condom. When he started to plank over her, searing pain shot through his leg.
“Fuck,” he bit out.
“Are those knife or bullet wounds?” she asked.