Page 69 of The Wrong Vintage
“You still want me to stop?” I demand, my voice rough, my fingers working her with relentless precision. Her pussy is a fucking mess, and I fucking love it.
“No…no.”
“What do you want?” I ask, slowing down.
“More.”
“More what?” I tease, my thumb pressing hard against her clit now, my fingers pumping in and out of her faster, harder.
She’s panting, her hips bucking against my hand, and I know she’s close.
“I need…,” she gasps, her eyes fluttering shut as I push her closer to the edge.
My fingers fuck her ruthlessly now, my thumb rubbing her clit in tight, frantic circles. “Come for me,dolcezza. Show me how much you want me.”
Her whole body tenses, her thighs shiver around my hand as she comes with a muffled sob, her pussy clamping down on my fingers.
She’s beautiful when she falls apart for me.
I pull my fingers out slowly, watching as she tries to catch her breath. Her eyes are glazed, her lips swollen from biting them so hard.
“That’s my girl,” I murmur, bringing my fingers to my lips and sucking her taste off them. She watches me, her chest rising and falling with each ragged breath. “Better than any dessert they could serve here.”
She lowers her eyes, and I grasp her chin so she has to look at me. “No hiding.”
She bites her lower lip. “I…I’m embarrassed.”
“Why?”
She looks around and then at me. “That was…naughty.”
I let out a laugh. “Yes, Alessia, it was. It was meant to be.”
She looks away, smiling. “I…I’ve never done….”
“Never made out with a man in a restaurant?”
A playful glint softens her gaze. “No. I have never done that.”
“Oh, Alessia, we’re going to do many, many more naughty things.” I lean closer and brush my lips against her ear. “I’m going to ruin your good girl image.”
I hear and feel her laugh. And then very primly she says, “I can’t wait to experience that.”
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ALESSIA
I pout when he tells me he can’t stay the night.
“You at least got off,” he teases me when he drops me off.
“You could stay the night and take a helicopter in the morning,” I say petulantly.
“I did think about that, but Alessia,cara, I don’t want our first time to be rushed. I’ll be back this weekend, and I’m all yours then.”
“Promise?”
“Absolutely.”
