His to Claim, His to Ruin

Chapter 11

Salvatore

I pulled her waist closer to mine.

Drowning her with my kisses is what I've been waiting for so long. It wasn't sweet or tender, but a hungry, sloppy kiss that had been resisted over the past few years.

Again.

My wife didn't fight back. He let me ravish her body. Lana's sweet scent crosses my nose when my lips go down to her neck, until it goes to the back of her nape, making her whine.

“Salvatore…” she asserted softly using the tone she often used to call me.

I took her to my bedroom.

Lana is now lying down on the bed while I'm on top, slowly taking her clothes one by one, starting with the dress she's wearing. My body has waited for this, to taste the same person I've been waiting for after long years, and to feel her once again.

Her hands moved automatically and wrapped around my nape.

She flinched when my hands gained access to her wetness.

“Tell me why you're dripping wet right now, Lana,” I muttered in his ear while playing with her folds beneath her undies.

“Aahhh Salvatore…” her soft moans made my bulge erect.

“I'll teach you how to say thank you properly,” I paused. “On your knees, muffin.”

Lana followed my command. She's kneeling on the bed while I'm standing on the floor. I lowered her head a little to the same level as my waist whilst unbuckling my pants and zipper.

Her face shows awkwardness until the only way I know to brush it off is to get her used to it.

“Take my pants off, muffin,” I commanded.

Biting her lower lip, Lana grabbed my belt with a shaking hand until her gaze went above. I stared at her innocent yet angelic face momentarily until I brushed my fingers off her cheeks.

She held onto my hard bulge in between my boxers. The hard and erect c**k I've been hiding and resisting greeted her hello.

“This is how you're going to thank me baby,” my voice was low, raspy whilst holding her head. “Open your mouth and let me in.”

My whole body felt electrified the moment her warm mouth met my hardness.

A soft, raspy moan came out from my lips when she licked the tip. Her tongue starts at the bottom, then goes straight up to the head, and she takes it with her mouth full.

I gripped Lana's head hard. I began moving her head slowly until she got used to my c**k's size. I watched, choking my d**k until I took it out whilst my wife was running after her breath.

“Good girl,” I praised her. “Make me come. Show it to me how good a girl you are, my Lana.”

Switching positions is the easiest thing we did. I'm not sitting on the couch while Lana is kneeling down on the floor. The strap of the dress she's wearing has fallen from her shoulders, revealing a piece of her chest, along with the n****e tape covering her sweet teats.

“Play your n*****s while you suck me.” I urged.

Lana is more than a well-behaved girl. I can see she likes what she's doing; her mouth is moving faster than it has earlier.

She was obedient. Watching my wife pull down her dress just to show her n*****s to me feels ethereal.

Eyes are up, and my head used my right arm as my pillow while the other one gently guided Lana's head to move up and down. I let her control the pacing when I noticed my woman was getting weary of her position.

Heat runs through my veins seeing her soft, hazel eyes watching me getting pleasured by her dirty mouth. A small couple of moans came out of my lips as I pushed my c**k forward just to feel her throat and to hear her choke on my hardness.

“Do you like what you suck, Lana?” I mumbled as I caressed her sweet, soft cheeks.

Lana watered her lower lip whilst her chest began to rise and fall looking at me.

She hummed. “Y-Yes, Don.”

“Now make me come. Give me a great performance to convince me to spare your father's life.”

‘Father.’ I repeated in my mind. I know it's fake, I'm still figuring out how she ended up with that family. Zero tolerance is given to people who lie but Lana is an exception. She doesn't remember anything. Not even a single thing.

White cheesy-like specimens come out of my lips. Some flew to her face but Lana's filthy mouth caught the remaining juices.

Fuck. She's hot while her face is filled with my c*m and her mouth is sticky because of my juices.

“Spit, Lana,” I commanded. She's not used to it.

Lana did as she was told. She wiped her mouth using her arms and then glanced at me.

“My knees a-are hurting…” her voice was shaking. There was hesitance in her face while spitting those words.

“Stand up, muffin.” I held both arms as I assisted her to get up. “Let's try another position.”

“P-Position?” She winced. “We're not yet done?”

I smirked. “Until I say so.”

Lana has a slender waist. One hand is enough to carry her tiny, little body onto the bed as I throw her above while she settles into a prone position.

Her body is submitting to me while her face says otherwise.

A swift move is all it takes to remove the entire dress she's wearing, including the n****e tape and her underwear. Her ass went up automatically without needing a single command. I widened the gap between her two legs before I dug my face in between her thighs while I savored her wet feminism.

Lana's hands crawled to my hair. Soft moans left her mouth when I stuck my tongue inside her wet, yet tight hole.

“Aaahhh S-Salvatore…” her sweet whines had my c**k erect. “W-What are you doing?”

I smirked. “I'm saying ‘welcome’, muffin.”

She hummed. “I-I don't want…stop.”

Now my smirk grew even bigger. “You don't want to?”

My lips found her ass. Her f*****g hole. I slid my tongue in it while my index finger was sliding inside her p***y hole, ensuring she would lose her mind from the pleasure I inflicted on her body.

“Not my ass. Not my asshole Salvatore!” She reprimanded me when my tongue went straight to her butt hole.

I didn't give a damn. She can say whatever she doesn't like, but I'm the one in control.

“Oohhh oh my…my p***y—” Lana’s hands curled towards the sheets as I moved my tongue fast towards her sweet, and sensitive c******s.

Her juices began to creak. f**k, now I've got a taste of her sweetness, juices I haven’t had. Lana didn't know which direction she would divert her head because of pleasure.

Lana's ass almost lost control. “Hold your ass or I won't make you come.”

“S-Sorry.” She gasped.

Her body responds exactly the opposite. She tells me to stop but she arches her ass up even more when I say it's falling.

I pulled my face away from her ass and switched position.

Lana's eyes were set on me while I was lying on the bed. I took her arm and moved her above me with an aching body.

“Sit above my face.”