Page 60 of Forbidden Fruit
Her fingers work my cock and her clit in tandem as she picks up her pace and impales herself on me over and over. My balls draw tight and I clench my teeth together trying not to come.
“Please, Daddy, give it to me,” Vanessa whines. The sound of her begging is sweet music to my ears, making my heart roar inside my chest and my cock thicken even more. My fingers tightened in the sand, but I’m barely holding on as she rolls her hips and grinds her clit.
“Not until you make a mess of me,zitella. You’re made to take my cum. Now fucking come for me.”
She gasps as I suck a nipple into my mouth through the fabric of her thin dressand grasps my hair to keep me latched onto her. Vanessa lets out moans of pleasure as her orgasm racks her body and her pussy convulses around my cock, milking me for all I’m worth. come harder than I’ve had in years.
I release her to watch as her face twist with pleasure. She’s magnificent, a goddess sent to save me.
As my cum coats her walls, she chases her high. All I do is take it and ride the waves of pleasure she delivers.
Spent, she drops her head to the crook of my neck. I can feel her smile against my throat and I mirror it. My heart rate lowers down to a normal rhythm and my cock softens, slipping out of her.
“Stand up and show me,” I ask, reverence and awe in my voice.
With my helping hand, she does, holding her sundress around her hips. I groan as I witness the traces of me staining her perfect thighs. Without thought, I glide my fingers through my come as it drips from her, wiping over her skin.
She bites her lips and lets me. I think she likes knowing she belongs to me now just as much as I like the reminder of me owning her.
“I have a tissue in my bag,” she says.
“Oh no,zitella. You’re gonna keep leaking me all the way back home until I do this all over again and pump you so full of my cum your sweet cunt will smell like me for weeks.”
Her little moan of want is all I need to know that she wants it as much as I do.
I stand and make quick work of putting our stuff back in the basket. Taking her hand in mine, I guide back to the car and give her a quick kiss before planning how many times I’ll take her before the night is over.
THIRTY-TWO
TIE ME UP, DADDY
The car ride is tense and filled with carnal promise. Lino keeps a heavy hand on my thigh the whole journey and I can’t help but squeeze them together to stave off the need building in between. It doesn’t give me any relief.
My skin buzzes with anticipation, my foot jittering against the floor of the car. Meanwhile, Lino wears a smug smile that I want nothing more than to bite off, and lick and suck.
God, the way he felt inside me. Heat spreads across my skin as I remember his thick cock entering me until he filled me so well, my body moulded into the shape of him. I don’t have that much experience, but even I know he’s thicker than most. I can’t wait for a repeat.
His silence builds the tension between us, and I fidget with my hair.
“Are you okay,zitella?” he asks with a hint of mockery that has me feverish.
“Mmm.” I can’t even answer, instead I just nod and mumble something incomprehensible.
Lino turns the ignition offas we arrive home and turns to me, his other hand landing in between my thighs and coming higher up in a possessive caress. I part my legs and bite my lip, greedyfor anything he’ll give me. I’m on the verge of coming just from the filthy daydreams I conjured up while he was driving. When his fingers glide against my aching pussy, I release a shamelessly loud moan.
“Look at you,zitella. So desperate to come and greedy for my cock. Will you do everything I tell you?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
I buck my hips to chase his fingers, but before I can get him where I want, he removes his hand and sternly commands, “Get out of the car,zitella.”
I should not want to obey him and yet, my body moves, following his orders.
Hands linked, Lino stops at the kitchen to get me some water, then bends down and sweeps me off my feet. I giggle as he takes me to his bedroom, leaving all the doors open. The kids are with their grandparents, which means we can be as loud as we want. I need him to take me on every surface of the house. Even then, I’m not sure it’ll be enough.
When we land on the second floor, he walks into his room where he deposits me at the centre. He orders me to remain still as he picks up ropes from his nightstand and positions the shears where he can reach them easily. I lick my lips and clench my fists, bouncing from foot to foot.
Seconds later, Lino is back in front of me. The hunger in his dark grey eyes can’t fully conceal something else, an emotion I didn’t think would be possible coming from such a cold-hearted man. But I was wrong all along about him. He stares into my eyes, into my very soul with a single-minded focus, barely blinking as his hands hover over my face, and my body like he can’t believe I’m real. His thumbs come up to caress my cheeks and settle on each side of my face, one of them tracing my lips.