Page 32 of Brutal Revenge

I smile against her mouth when she doesn’t deny the truth. She murmurs in agreement before telling me she’s been wet since our kiss in the mudroom of the Adami compound.

Her lips twitch, as if she wants to say more, but the brief brush of my thumb past her clit shifts her thoughts. While scrutinizing each look that crosses her face, I flutter my fingertips over the delicate lines of her pussy and caress her clit with my thumb. Every touch is through her drenched cotton panties, but she reacts positively to each subtle movement, sinking her teeth into her lower lip to lessen the loudness of her moans.

“Let me hear you, Azra,” I beg.

She lets out a breathy groan before she thrusts her head back.

Speech is impossible.

When I circle her clit, heat spreads from her core to her neck. Patiently, I massage her toward climax. I don’t rush like my needs are more important than hers. I take my time, savoring every moan, every squirm, and the increase of wetness between her legs.

“Oh god,” she moans, writhing.

I swirl the nervy bud at the same speed as the throbs feeding my cock. I stopped jerking off the moment she returned my kiss, but it has kept leaking pre-cum ever since. Both of our arousals will stain the sheets, but not yet. I still have time to tease.

Azra’s moans grow louder; however, they never hit the peak I’m after.

I want her to scream my name.

“This would be a whole heap easier if I could give your cunt something to cling to while riding the wave.”

I wasn’t supposed to say my words out loud, but I’m glad I didn’t hold back when Azra gives me the green light to make her mine. “Then do that.”

I stare at her as if I’m dreaming. I desperately want to stuff my fingers inside her and toy with her G-spot, but that’s against the rules, isn’t it?

My fingers are larger than some dweebs’ cocks. Proof? They extend well past Azra’s ass when I flatten my palm against her clit. Just rubbing two along the seam of her pussy seems too much. She’s tiny, and I’m… not.

Azra moves my release to within an inch of the finish line. “Please, Matteo. I need you.”

She’s speaking words I’ve been eager to hear since my eyes landed on her, but I can’t help but ask, “What happened to your no-penetration rule?”

I’m asking questions like I want to back out but acting the opposite. In two quick movements, I rip off her panties, crawl down her body, and then position myself between her splayed thighs.

“You can’t marry Antonio if someone penetrates you.”

The anger that sliced me into pieces earlier is nowhere to be seen when she replies, “Fuck Antonio, and fuck the contract.”

It’s probably her libido talking, but tell me one man who considers morals when a delicious-smelling cunt is on the line?

Before she can change my mind, and before I can remember I’ve not gone down on a woman in years, I blow hot air over her swollen clit, sending a shiver through her limbs, then flick my tongue over it.

She bucks against my mouth and calls out immediately.

“Matteo.” It’s a half plea, half moan.

Moisture trickles between her legs as a blinding orgasm overwhelms her.

I gobble up every drop of her release.

Fuck...She tastes amazing. Sweet but with a bit of the sourness she only unleashes on me.

I suck and lick her clit with urgent strokes, desperate for more. She climaxes again almost instantly, but I don’t stop. I eat her hungrily. Greedily. I take and take and take until she’s pulling at my hair with so much urgency, she’ll pluck me bald.

“Stop… please… I can’t.”

With her hands pinned to the mattress, I work her toward the clouds again. I drag my tongue up her slit and around her clit before plunging it deep inside her.

I fuck her with my tongue while grinding my cock into the mattress. I could have come ten minutes ago, but that isn’t what this is about. Somewhere in a part of my brain I rarely use, I know what I am doing. I’m thanking her for finally acknowledging that I’m not insane. The sparks burning between us are dangerous enough to scar.