Page 111 of Vicious Intentions
This time she brushes her fingers over her panties more times than I’m able to count without further instruction. With each languid stroke, her breathing becomes more erratic, her little noises making my cock twitch.
“Good. You’re doing so good, baby.”
“What now?” she pants.
“Take your panties off.”
If I expected hesitation, then I’m pleasantly surprised when there isn’t any. She pulls her panties down her legs, kicks them away, and then places her feet back on either side, fully exposing herself to me.
“Fuck… what I wouldn’t give to be there right now,” I admit, my chest starting to heave at the sight of her pink pussy dripping for me.
“What would you do?”
“I’d fucking devour you,” I grunt, my control already slipping.
“How? How would you devour me?” she asks, her eyelids closed now, my voice the only thing she needs to turn her on.
“I’d fall to my knees, wrap your legs around my shoulders and lick that pretty pussy until you screamed.”
“Hmph,” she mutters with a loud hiss, as if the image of me eating her out is too much for her to take. “I need you… please. Everything hurts.”
“I know, sweetheart. I know. I’m here to make it better, okay?”
Anna nods, ever so trustingly, tilting her head farther to the side just enough to see me on the screen, unaware that now I have a clear view of her face, flushed and breathless. Even from this distance, her blue eyes pierce straight through me, as if staring into my very soul.
“Use my index and middle fingers,” I command, feeling so tightly coiled myself that it takes a huge amount of effort to look this composed. “Run them slowly along your slit. I want you to find a sensitive spot near the top. And when you do, I’m going to press on it, gently.”
I just sit there and watch her, completely transfixed as she begins to fully discover her body with each instruction. When she finds her clit, she lets out a sharp cry, pressing the pillow over her face to muffle the sound.
But I can’t have that. Now that I’ve seen her face, hungry and wanting, like hell I’ll be deprived of it.
“Push the pillow off you, baby. Now.” She slaps the pillow away, letting it tumble to the floor. “Lift your top to your mouth. Bite on it instead.”
She nods and pulls her tank top to her lips, bunching it like a rag in between her teeth, revealing lush, smooth skin and soft, rounded breasts, paired with perky pink nipples just begging to be sucked.
The urge to touch myself is unbearable, but tonight is for Anna. Everything is always for my Anna.
Just as I memorize the flat of her stomach, the silkiness of her creamy skin, and the swell of her breasts, I catch a glimpse of something off-putting—a silver necklace with a round pendant resting between the pillows of her breasts, the musical note on it taunting me.
This must have been the birthday present Raffaele gave her.The fucker.
“Caro mio… please… I’m… I’m,” she stammers with her eyes closed, unsure of her needs, only that she needs it. Now.
“Lick my fingers for me, baby, and then go back to stroking your pussy,” I all but growl, needing to expunge the image of my brother’s hands on her as he put that damn thing around her neck.
Anna’s face turns a pretty shade of pink once again, inexperienced at hearing such words come out of my mouth. Still, she never tells me to stop. In fact, the way her body responds tells me she likes my dirty instructions just fine.
“I want you to use my fingers and play with your clit. Nice and soft at first.”
I watch her as she touches herself, her little cries muffled only by her top. When sweat begins to glisten on her forehead and her legs start to shake, I tell her to pinch her clit. Hard.
Anna’s entire body lifts off the bed, then drops. “Oh my God,” she wails.
Not God, baby. Me.
“Now I’m going to do that again, only this time I want you to use my fingers to draw small circles on your clit. But first, I want them nice and wet for me.”
She doesn’t even need me to explain further, using the wetness coating her slit as lubrication before moving her fingers where she needs them most.
