Page 54 of Secrets of the Brother
“Choke yourself on my fingers while I fuck you,” he commanded darkly.
“Yes, daddy.”
Knowing he liked it when I kept my eyes trained on him, my gaze didn’t waver. I opened my mouth and slipped his two center fingers inside as he pushed his cock into me.
The deeper he pushed his cock, the deeper I pushed forward on his fingers, showing him what a good, obedient girl I was. I dipped the tip of my tongue between the digits, licking the honey off them.
Barone’s upper lip curled on a snarl, his eyes flaring.
His free hand gripped my hip as he pulled out and thrust back in. Hard.
I followed his motion, but this time I accepted a third finger into my mouth.
Wrapping both my hands around his thick wrist, I tilted my head back, my lips stretched around the fingers dominating my mouth and throat. Thrusting in and out, matching the movements of his cock.
“Fuck, babygirl.”
He pulled his hand free and flipped me onto my stomach.
In one movement, he wrapped his hands around my hips and pulled me to the edge of the table, pinning me there like a butterfly.
Wrenching my legs open, he pounded into me hard, deep, and fast.
The kitchen table creaked and swayed beneath us so violently I feared it was going to collapse.
I reached under my hips and teased my clit as I slapped my open palm onto the table, feeling another release building.
“That’s it, baby. Come for me. Come for daddy.”
Breathing heavily from the force of his thrusts, I teased, “Are you going to give me something to suck on if I come like a good girl?”
I gloried in his deep, chuckling response.
He dipped his finger in thedolci al cucchiaioand swept up the remaining whipped cream. “Suck the cream off my finger while I fill you with more cream,” he teased back.
I took his finger into my mouth, scraping my teeth along the bottom edge.
He groaned before thrusting deep. I could feel his cock swell inside of me before he released his seed.
* * *
After cleaningoff in the shower, Barone carried me naked into the main bedroom.
We both stared down at the stripped bed.
I tightened my arms around his neck as I frowned down at the bare mattress. “I could have sworn there were sheets and blankets on this bed.”
Barone shrugged. “No matter.”
He carried me to the smaller back room, my original bedroom.
Gone was the tiny, windowless shed of a room. It had been transformed into an ethereal space. The back wall had been knocked out and extended into a classic wrought iron-framed mini conservatory, so it felt almost like sleeping outside.
Barone set me down in the center of the bed and left.
I was curled up in the quilt when he returned with a bottle ofMasciarelli Villa Gemma Cerasuaolo d’Abruzzoand a warmed-up bowl ofpolpette di ricotta.He snuggled in next to me.
We rested our backs against the headboard and stared out at the newly landscaped, walled-in garden through the hand-blown glass conservatory walls.
