Wild One

Forty-Four

Niccolo

Holy s**t. She sits on top of my body, her hair just brushing her shoulders, her brown skin itching to be under my lips.

But she's got me under her spell.

I've never done this before. Even when a woman is on top I'm in control.

But for her...look at her. I'd do anything for this woman. I'd die for her. Kill for her. When did that happen?

She bends down to reach my lips. Kissing her is like fresh air. She pressed those lips against me, wet, soft and so fuckin sweet it's addicting.

It was quick though—a quick kiss on my lips before dragging her lips down my neck. I arch it towards her, giving her free range.

My hands itch to hold her, move her, feel her. I almost rip my tie in two when she sinks her teeth into my neck making me hiss in pleasure my mind buzzing.

“Ah, ah. I'm in charge,” She scolds me..

I peek at her through my lashes, clenching my jaw.

“Kitten—”

She puts a finger to my lips. “Shhh...You know,” She sits up, taking off her shirt. She leans back down.

“I would never ever do this with anyone else but you. But you're just sexy and I can't help it.”

Her soft breasts press against my chest as she whispers in my ear and tells me how I make her a bad girl, and what do I think about that?

Merde. I start praying.

“You lied to me,” She pouts, sitting up completely, her thighs on either side of my body. Her bra is still on, her skirt is still on.

“You hurt my feelings. And—”

“Mi dispiace,” I growl. “I'm sorry. Now, just...”

“There you go again!” She reprimands.

“You don't listen. I'm very disappointed in you, Niccoló.” Her bed voice is so f*****g sexy.

It's low, and, and naughty. That's the only word I can think of. And when says my name—

“I bet I know what you want?” She sings. Her lips trail down my chest, down my midriff, stopping right in the middle of my happy trail.

It's agony. And I don't know if I can take it. She looks up at me, unbuttoning my pants, unzipping them.

She does nothing else for a while. And I'm so hard it hurts.

“Succhiami il cazzo,” I groan.

(Suck my cock.)

She smirks. “I don't speak Italian. I do speak a little French though.”

She licks my abs, with a chuckle. Damn it. Someone help me.

“Manon,” I say, “Sit on my f*****g c**k, right now.”

She c***s her head left.

“Don't f*****g play with me,” I warm her gutturally. I'm losing control.

Wordlessly, she gets off my body, standing a bit away from the bed. She bends over, wiggling her panties off, giving me an amazing view. That's went I said f**k it.

I tear the tie off my wrists, grabbing her quickly. My mind is muddled by the need to copulate with this little Lolita.

Even still she pushes me down , and I let her. She helps me take off my pants. All her movements are slow, leisurely. As if my hands were still tied.

She settles herself into my hard member, gripping me with soft hands. She guides me inside her, swallowing every inch of me.

I close my eyes, the sensation of her squeezing me too much. She so warm and wet inside.

She slides all the way down, until I'm fully sheathed inside her. I wrap my hands around her waist, enjoying the moment.

It's so good, being inside her at last, surrounded by her hot and accommodating.

She lays forward, resting her head on my chest, her soft breasts pressed against me as she starts moving her hips.

Something swells inside me. In my chest.

It feels light but heavy. Like it would go away, but unsteady? And I don't know what to do with it so I just ignore it.

I just concentrate on her. On this. On us. She takes me inside her, our movements in sync. She goes down, I push up to meet her.

She's so soft and warm. Our bodies fit just right. She's so f*****g perfect in my arms.

Perfezionare. Everything I need.

I feel her breathing against my flesh, her nails sink into my chest as we speed up. She moans, moans my name. I groan, wrapping my arms around the middle of her back, pull her closer against me.

Her lips rest on my neck. My lips rest on her ear.

We get more and more frantic, chasing our highs. Her walls squeze me, and I know she's trying to make me c*m.

I slip my hand down, to where our bodies meet, rubbing her c**t softly. She likes it like that. Makes her lose her mind.

I stroke her, rub her until she can't take it, she cums on my d**k, slumping against me.

I follow, pull her closer, burying myself deep inside her as my body tenses.

“Ti amo,” I groan, as the pressure releases, “I love you, I love you, I love you.”