Page 116 of Taken In Trade
His cock dribbles precum on my tongue.
I barely get to enjoy it because, the next thing I know, his crown is bumping the back of my throat. My nails dig into his thighs as I panic, but he pulls back just in time to keep me from gagging.
He releases my cheek and wraps his palm around his length, jerking his tip against my lips. I moan, swirling my tongue around it and trying to devour as much of his precum as I can.
Moretti guides himself between my lips once more, thrusting deep into my mouth.
I sputter, and tears spring to my eyes, but the growl he releases makes my pussy weep. He tugs back until only his crown remains and slams in again. This time his tip slides downmy esophagus, and I choke. My mouth gets slick with extra saliva, and my face heats.
This isn’t the position to try deep throating. I’m sure I’m going to get him with my teeth if he’s not careful. He really should have walked me through what to expect, but there’s a small piece of me that likes the anticipation of not knowing what’s coming.
He continues fucking my face and pulls me off him with no warning. There’s a string of saliva that connects my lips to his cock, but it breaks as he tugs me up into his lap.
He keeps my hair away from my neck with the way my strands are weaved into his fingers.
“You’re going to have to trust me here, wife.” He leans in, scraping his teeth down my neck, and my pussy weeps. Releasing my hair, he brings his hands to the sides of my panties, pulling the strings. He tugs them free, dropping the material on the chair next to him. With no warning, his forearms weave under my thighs, and his hands cup my hips and ass from behind.
“Emory!” I squeak as he lifts me.
He chuckles and says, “Toss your legs over my shoulders. I want them resting over the back of the chair.”
I follow his instructions, but it leaves me with nothing but his head to hold on to as my pussy rests in front of his mouth. He nuzzles up the bottom of the lingerie and buries his face in my sex, circling my clit.
Okay, this position is crazy.
And I love it, even if I’m wobbly.
Moretti has a solid hold on me, but I’m pretty heavy. That just proves how ridiculously strong he is, and my pleasure buildsfast.
I moan, locking my feet on the back of the chair. My fingers dig into the hair on the top of his head, and I moan as I grindto meet him. I’m empty and desperate to be filled, but he has to hold me up so that’s not possible.
I gasp, drinking down his pheromones as he nips at my hood, and pleasure builds under my sweat-slicked skin. He has to be soaked in my pussy, but he doesn’t let up. My inner walls spasm, and I’m so close to coming all over his face when he pulls me back down again.
My head shakes, but I don’t complain because I have to get my legs situated. I’m barely in place when he twists me.
“Turn for me. Your back against my chest,” he growls, and I can feel the words echo in my bones.
My legs end up on either side of his, and I lean back against his chest.
I’m once again grateful that he didn’t face the chair toward the crowd.
In fact, I have a lovely full view of Magnum leaning against the wall just past where the audience can see. He sees me watching and grins, sliding his hand over the bulging front of his suit pants.
Moretti cups my tits and flicks his thumbs over my nipples. Magnum talked about fucking my breasts, and he seems to enjoy watching my husband tease me. He might be a bit of a voyeur, but I remember how he devoured me on the sink in the bathroom at the restaurant, and I shiver.
If history is anything to go by, he watches, then pounces, and I’m down for that.
“Ride me, Vanessa.” Moretti gives my hips a shove, and his crown pushes through my lower lips. He slides up to bump my clit, and I bring a hand down, moving him to my opening. My head falls back against his shoulder, and I sink down. “Take me deep.”
The stretch is just as extreme as it is every time, but I love the way Moretti’s fingertips dig into my hips over the lingerie. Heloops a hand around, teasing my swollen nub, and I really get to work bouncing on his cock.
I’m not sure how he manages it, but the fingers of his other hand wrap in my hair, and he pulls my ear close to his mouth.
“You’re stuffed full. Aren’t you, wife?” His breath fans over my ear and down my neck, making me tremble.
All I can do is nod.
My tits ache, feeling full and tight.
