her eyes. My mouth coated in her juicy fluids drops on her mouth, and I kiss her. I push the panties back over her sex, massaging at the thin material covering her slit.
“Let’s take this to the bedroom, Bella.”
57
Gina
Having the ice melting within the walls of my sex was becoming delectable torture. My walls had started to convulse around it until the chilly bit of coldness dissolved. By the time we reach the bedroom, trickles of nectar and water stream down the inside of my thigh. The luxurious room is soft, creamy tan colors with shiny embellishments.
Daintily, I step out of the panties. My toes tickle by the fur rug as I stuff my lacy undies into Santino’s mouth. His dark eyes dance in delicious amazement. I might not have any stripper moves, but I square my shoulders. Voice lush, I command, “Santino, I own this moment; thank you very much.”
My palms push at his chest. With a little effort, his muscular frame moves backward until he sits at the edge of the bed. I help him from his cotton lounge pants, discarding them over my shoulder. Though I’m not soliciting any dance moves, I keep my eyes on his. The sultry, kinky thoughts in my mind are thick between us. Just holding his eye contact makes me feel erotic.
I grab his thick cock like my name is written all over it and suck him in. While I bob up and down, slurping him deeper, one hand kneads his heavy balls. My mouth is wet and slick, taking him in long strokes before swirling around the veiny ridge and slipping back down.
Santino’s breathing is labored as I hunger for his cum. He tangles his fist into my hair, and I relax my throat, though taking him all in is a battle I will forever lose. When Santino is almost at the brink of no turning back, I remove my mouth from around him.
“Oh, fuck,” he murmurs in a low groan.
I run my hand along his strong jaw and express verbatim what he’d said in the kitchen. “Santino, you were so close to losing control. You will be soon.”
Santino meets my lips in a kiss that could stop time. Our tongues twirl in passion as I climb onto him. Plunging, I hiss past my parted lips. Fire scorches over the surface of our bodies as I ride his dick like a jockey. I’m pushing his powerful body, pulling at his taut muscles. I’m fucking him, using him like my own fuck toy. I groan, “I’m cummming hard.”
Santino grips my hips, standing to his feet. My body’s tossed in the air like this is the main act in a packed-out circus tent.
“I’m gonna kill this pussy.” The threat obscures into pants and groans as Santino’s tongue attacks my clit. Then he brings me down, our bodies brushing titillatingly slow. My hardened nipples stroking along his chest as Santino leverages me over his dick. In one fellow swoop, his cock has assaulted my cervix. I gain leverage around his hips. He removes his hands, and I’m riding him, no help required. I throw my head back, arms looped around him, fucking him like an animal.
He reaches between us, his thumb swirling around my pleasure button.
This time I call his name, the octave reaches a new height.
“I’m cumming,” I groan again.
Santino grips my hips, thrusting me up and down on his cock. Our hips grind together in a rhythm of fire. I fly over the edge as his dick pistons through me. Breathing erratic, I plunge into an orgasmic abyss.
Through clenched teeth, he commands, “Keep cuming for Daddy, Gina! Shit!”
“Bad, Dirty Santaaaa!”
Our bodies spasm. My orgasm rips me in half, my walls contract and heave around Santino’s dick. The moment’s frozen in time as Santino meets my climax with his own. His hot semen volleys deep inside of me. We collapse into bed, still entwined, our hearts drumming. As I sniffle back tears of ecstasy, Santino scoops an arm around me.
“I’ll love you for the rest of my life . . .”
“Our lives.” I thread my fingers through his. “What are you talking ab—”
Santino lowers his mouth onto mine. I moan, eyes squeezing shut, arching into his kisses. His huge hands gently follow the slopes of my hips. After caressing my sexy parts, his fingers brush across the not-so-pretty part of my stomach. Yet as I look into Santino’s eyes, my flawed pudge vanishes. Through his eyes, all I see is attentive adulation.