Page 62 of Isle of Seduction
He holds his cock at the back of my throat, and I swallow around his girth. His groans fill the room, mingling with the slurping sounds of my mouth. I’m so wet and aching to touch myself, but I hold still, clenching my fists on my legs and willing my body to remain still.
“Such a good little wife, staying put. Fuck Giulia, you look so good with my dick in your mouth.”
I moan around his length, and close my eyes.
“Look up at me.”
He’s holding himself by a fucking thread.
I want it gone.
I want him to spill down my throat and call me his good slut until I’m dizzy.
“Fuck,” he rasps
The way he sounds. I want to record it and use it as spank bank material like one of those dirty voice apps my little cousins use.
His hand leaves my chin and I frown but keep sucking him, bobbing my head up and down. The salty taste of his precum fills my mouth and I know he’s close.
When his hand comes back into my line of vision, he’s holding his phone and my eyes widen.
“Shhh. I’ll kill anyone who sees this and bring you their body as penance. This is for me only.”
I think he’s only going to take a picture, but I hear the sound of the video starting. I whine with his cock still in my mouth, growing wanton and desperate, the vibrations making him shudder.
“Just like that, sweetheart. Keep going.”
My eyes stay fixed on him, watching me take him. I feel drunk on lust and sex. The moment he’ll remove his cock from my mouth, I’ll beg my husband to fuck me hard. I need to be filled and I need it as soon as possible.
The hand that holds the belt loosens until he tangles it in my hair, thrusting into my mouth in earnest as he keeps recording.
“You feel so fucking sinful, sweetheart. You were meant to take my cock. All the way.”
Andrea keeps talking through it, his hips pistoning without grace or cadence.
“You’re gonna swallow every fucking drop, like a good little slut,” he breathes hard. I don’t think he’s aware of the dirty words leaving his mouth, but that small peek into what Andrea losing control looks like has me nodding as best as I can, almost smiling around his girth. Tears fall down my cheeks to mix with drool on my chin, dripping down to my heavy breasts. It’s messy and I revel in it.
Andrea’s mouth opens in awe. His eyes can’t seem to know if he wants to watch me or his cock sliding in and out of my mouth or the screen of his phone. I bring my hands up to cup his butt cheeks, encouraging him to go for it, to paint me with his cum and make me swallow him.
“Oh, fuck!”
His thrusts get rougher as he loses all sense of rhythm and control. The first hot spurt of cum hits the back of my throat and I swallow on instinct. I don’t want to waste any drop. Not only because of a potential punishment, but because I want him to be proud of me. I swallow over and over as Andrea’s cum floods my mouth and his orgasm recedes, his phone abandoned on the floor.
He drops to his knees in front of me and kisses me like a man possessed, his tongue tasting his own release on mine, but he doesn’t care. He groans and owns me with every lash. My mind is dizzy; I feel used and cherished all at once.
Our brows dip together when we stop to catch our breath. The intimacy of the touch flays my skin from my body, leaving any mask I’d ever worn behind. We’re both shedding years of distrust, years of pain and hiding, and I’ve never wanted to be emotionally raw as I want right now, with him.
Andrea opens his eyes, and the hazel flecked with gold pierces my heart to settle and take root there, where I thought no one could ever reach. He smiles at me, wild and uninhibited. He takes my breath away, but I respond in kind, a smile forming on my lips before a laugh escapes my throat.
This was the most freeing experience of my life and I want more.
We stand and I feel the shift as much as I see his eyes turn dark once more.
Thank God, he’s not done.
I need to be fucked so bad that I’m ready to beg now. I open my mouth to tell him as much, but he stops me with a finger on my lips. “Don’t disobey me now, guerrieritta. No talking. Get on the bed and spread.”
I gulp. Getting bossed around makes me feel needy, my clit aching for relief and pulsating uncomfortably between my legs.