with my own honey, slide into my mouth. My tongue is twirling around Santino’s fingers, then his mouth is all over mine. We moan, obsessed with the liquid aphrodisiac, now coating both of our lips. He lies on top of me. He lifts my hips. In desperation, I work my abdominal muscles to meet his erection. I’m ready to plunge when he swirls his dick head around my pearl. His crown collects the moisture. My lonely lips convulse.
The throaty sound of my next scream dies, “San—”
The world shifts as I end up on top of Santino!
As I straddle him, Santino lies down, with a bulging arm behind his head like this is his throne.
I retort, “Warn me next . . .”
“Shhh, Bella, ride Daddy’s dick.”
His cock twitches beneath me; he’s likely turned on as much as I am by his dirty talk. Tucking my knees against his muscular hips, I skim my slickness over his head. Santino then controls my hips, holding me so that his dick taunts the apex of my sex.
“Tell me you’ll never run away again, Gina.”
As my body screams for me to consent to any of his requests, I pant in desperation. Never in a million years have I made a promise to a man. “Just-just fuck me, Santino!”
“Soon as you promise me, Gina. I will let you fuck down on my cock with those drug-lined pussy lips.”
My sex shivers as I watch his mouth curve into a devious smile. I can’t fathom how he’s strong enough to hold my entire body over his cock. For a few precious seconds, I consider ‘waiting him out.’
Strong bastard!
I try to grip his hips with the insides of my knees and straddle back down on him, but it’s useless! Like I’m a hopeless rag doll. The lack of control is breaking me!
“Okay-okay,” I exhale the words.
“Fuck! I could take a picture of you right now. So gorgeous.”
Santino holds me steady above him with throbbing biceps. My pussy drips as my walls anticipate clenching around him, but his crown strokes the outer folds. I angle my hips downward, but it’s no use. I whimper. “Please!” Damn, I’m not proud of myself for this!
Our eyes lock; I’m hypnotized by his dark, knowing gaze. The torture and agony of it all has my heart ready to jump out of my chest.
Santino licks his lips. “I want to believe you, Bella. But I don’t. So you’ll have to say, ‘Daddy, I won’t run from the dick any longer.’ Do that for me.”
You’re about to be a dead motherfu—
As if versed in telepathy, Santino’s gorgeous face is vicious marble. I’m lifted higher, at least three inches away from Santino’s waiting cock. “I’ll remember this, Gina. But you’ll still have to comply.”
“You are . . . Grrrr. Daddy, I’m not running away from your dick ever! Ever! Ever!”
“That’s what I like to hear, Bella.” His voice is deceptively charming.
I’m lowered down onto him. When his thick, taut manhood grazes my valley, my folds spasm, attempting to suck him in. My eyes roll to the back of my head, like my drug of choice has just entered my bloodstream. I’m stretched over pure magnificence as he holds me over his length.
“Ohhhh, yes,” I inhale in ecstasy, even with the pain of bringing his girth inside of me inch by inch. “It hurts, hurts so good . . .”
My breathing sharpens. Santino slides my hips up, before working me back down. He’s stretching me with each stroke. Out of the blue, I hear whimpering. I’m whimpering as he slides into me like this is my first time.
“Shhh . . . Breathe for me, Bella. Once you relax, you’ll love it,” he coaxes. “See how I made this promise to you, baby.”
I squeeze my eyes shut. Waves of pleasure pulse through me. I know that half of Santino’s cock has been left unloved, but I let the fire build. I’m moving my hips now, rhythmically gyrating.
“Santino!” I gasp for air.
“Just like that, Bella.” Santino pushes up on his elbows, looking at me through a hooded gaze. “Your pussy is so tight, sliding down Daddy’s dick. Keep fucking me, just like that. Enjoy yourself.”
I close my eyes. I can hear Santino around me and feel him inside of me. My soul is vulnerable in a way it has never been before as I slide down. The pain of working him into my depth becomes a dull ache, fading to the back of my mind.