Page 343 of Mario
Because that's where proper dessert is eaten.
Oh, this man.
It was impossible not to laugh. And impossible not to do as he ordered.
Mario's love is a force all its own, and his attention to detail and care for others is something I never expected. But now, he uses those qualities to pleasure me beyond anything I've ever experienced before.
And torture me in ways I've never experienced before, either.
Like now, as he licks my clit in a rhythm designed to have me on the edge without pushing me over.
My thighs tremble, and a sob works its way up from my chest. "Please," I beg, and I have no idea what I'm asking for, because it's so much.
Too much.
Not enough.
He tsks lightly.
"Is something wrong, mia brava ragazza? Something you want that you are not receiving?"
His lips brush my clit with every word, and I shiver.
"M-m-mario," I stutter, my breath coming in short pants.
"Is it this?" he murmurs and circles my clit with his tongue. "Or maybe this?" His teeth graze the sensitive bud.
My body jolts, and I moan.
"No? What about this?" He pushes two thick fingers into me, and I cry out his name.
"Oh, yes. I think this is what you need," he groans. "My greedy girl."
He finger-fucks me with his fingers, but his mouth doesn't lower back down to my clit. Instead, he watches me with hungry, hooded eyes.
"Yes, I think I will keep you just like this."
"N-no."
"No?" He arches a brow. "Are you telling me no, amore?"
"No, please," I say desperately, needing to come so badly.
"Then what are you saying no to?"
"D-don't leave me like this," I beg. "Make me come."
His expression gentles. "Ti amo, tesoro."
I love you, treasure.
My heart swells and bursts, and all I can do is sob.
He leans forward, but this time, he bypasses my pussy altogether and makes his way up my body. He presses his lips to my quivering belly, slightly rounded now.
"Sei la donna più bella che abbia mai visto. La mia vita," he whispers, and my eyes burn with tears.
You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. My life.
