Page 46 of The Don

Her breath hitches, causing her chest to rise quickly. I’m enjoying how responsive she is. I love watching Eliza care for me. Her touch is gentle and tender. When she’s finished cleaning, she cuts some surgical tape and prepares a new gauze pad to cover the wound. With soft touches, she places it on my body.

“I’m nearly done,” she whispers. It takes another moment or so before my girl clears her throat. “Done.”

While still between her legs, I turn to face her. With my shoulders pulled back, I look down at my girl, who’s staring up at me from beneath her thick lashes. Her breath is rapid but she sits taller and slowly closes her legs around mine.

“Amorina,” I say as I cautiously reach out to cup her face. Eliza’s eyes roll closed and she leans into my palm. Her hands are on her knees, but she slinks them forward to touch my legs. Her nervousness stirs something inside me. I want to protect her while completely ravishing my sweet, blue-eyed girl.

“Please,” she says while she snuggles into my hand. With gentleness, I skim my thumb across her tender skin. “Don’t hurt me.”

Her words are heartfelt, but they make my blood boil. Not at her, but at the brutality she’s seen from Adrian. I need to know more, but I don’t think she’s ready to tell me.

“I will never hurt you, Amorina.” I lean down and take her mouth. A moan of pleasure vibrates through her, causing my dick to stir. God, I want her. Now. “Lay back,” I say against her lips. She pulls back and looks up at me. Her lips have a perfect hue of red to them, but now I want more. “Lay back.” She gulps, and while keeping eye contact, she lies back on the bed. “Arms over your head.” She raises her arms over her head but keeps watching me. I hover over her body, taking her mouth once again. My wound painfully protests, but I push past it because I want to show my girl that she can trust me.

I take my time kissing her mouth, her neck, and down her sternum. I slip my hand under her t-shirt to touch the bare skin of her stomach. “Hmmm,” she hums. She likes to be touched gently. She doesn’t want to be roughed up. Of course not—she hasn’t been shown how good a stern hand can be. In time, she’ll learn that my firm hand will not ever hurt her. My mouth is enjoying her supple skin as I lick and kiss down to her stomach. I begin to wrangle her tights off, but her hand goes to mine. “What are you doing?” Eliza’s voice is shrill, filled with worry and fear.

“I’ll stop if you want.” My hands cease trying to take her tights off and I kiss her stomach. One day this belly will have my child.

“No one’s ever done that to me.”

“Good. I want this to be mine.” I skim my nose across her pussy and she sucks in a breath.

“I need a shower because I’m dirty,” she says with a hitch to her voice.

“I won’t make you do anything you don’t want, Amorina. But I can already smell you and your scent has made me hard.” While keeping my eyes on her, I bury my nose into her cunt and nearly lose my shit at her delicious smell.

“Do you want me to take a shower?”

“I want you to lay on the bed and let me feast on your cunt, Amorina.” She blinks several times before lifting her hips to allow me to remove her tights and panties. I get the garments off of her and spread her legs open. Kneeling in front of her, I can’t help but look at how gorgeous her pussy is. “Jesus,” I say. I want to ravage Eliza, destroy her pussy with my mouth, and then my cock, but I know that I have to be gentle with her.

For now.

I lean my head down and lick up her slit. “Ohhh.” Her breath hitches and her legs tremble. Her pleasure is my endgame. I hook her legs over my shoulders and advance toward her pussy. A flick of my tongue on her clit has her nearly bucking off the bed. “Oh my God,” she moans.

Fuck me.

Her taste is like nothing I’ve ever had before. I look up to see her eyes are closed, her face soft and relaxed. Perfect. I can go harder on her; she’s ready for more of my mouth. I open her lips and plunge my tongue into her, tasting, eating, absolutely annihilating her pussy.

My girl writhes against my mouth, moaning and breathing heavy. My mouth is showing her the pleasure I can bring. I pull back and ask, “Do you trust me?”

“Yes,” she replies without hesitation.

That’s exactly what I want to hear. I hook my arms around her hips and drag her down the bed so I have better access. I don’t go easy on my girl. I eat her until my cock strains in my pants, desperate to be buried deep inside her. But I refuse to betray my Amorina. I won’t fuck her until she wants me to.

Fuck, it’s going to kill me knowing she has such a perfect pussy. But I wouldn’t hurt her.

I lose myself in eating her, driven by her moans, her hips grinding against me, and even the way she grips my hair to keep me eating. “I want to own your orgasms. Come in my mouth.”

Her moans have a direct effect on my hardening cock. God, I wish I could ram my dick down her throat, but I have to restrain myself. Eliza’s hips roll quicker, her breathing accelerates, and her moans become louder with every tongue stroke, every kiss, and every single lick. I concentrate on her plump clit, rubbing it over and over again with my tongue, and slip a finger into her. I curl my finger as I nip on her clit with my teeth.

“Oh!” she cries with a mixture of pain and pleasure. Yes, this is what I want for her. “More,” she shamelessly begs. I stroke inside her pussy with my finger and lick at her sensitive clit with my tongue. “That’s it.” She arches her back and tightens her legs around my head.

My girl is close, and I want her to fall apart as I lick every drop she gives me. “Come for me,” I mumble around her pussy. “I love your taste.” She fists a handful of my hair and grinds her hips against my face, giving me exactly what I desire. Eliza rides out her orgasm, and when she finally starts to calm, she falls back and bursts into tears. I release her legs, lowering them to the ground. “What is it, my love?”

“I’m sorry,” she says as she covers her face with her hands.

I lie beside her on the bed and sweep her into my arms. “You have nothing you need to apologize for.”

“I’m ashamed.”