Becoming the Street Boss - Hayley Faiman Page 0,35
of see-through fabric. It’s spaghetti strapped and fits her curves perfectly to just her mid-thigh.
It has a deep V in front with some lace that covers her tits, but I can see her deep rosy nipples through the delicate fabric. She’s wearing lacy white panties that cover her pussy. Licking my lips, I decide that I need to taste all of her tonight.
“Massimo?” she asks, shifting from foot to foot.
Lifting my eyes up to meet hers, I smile. She’s taken her makeup off, her hair is brushed and soft curls fall around her elbows. She looks fresh and beautiful. She looks like mine.
“Perfection, dolcezza,” I rasp.
Picking up the glasses from the dresser, I slowly make my way toward her. She wraps her fingers around the glass, almost a bit too tight and eager. She’s nervous. I can’t relate, I was excited to finally fuck. The whore I paid was excellent and I kept going back to her, eager to learn and experiment.
I watch as she gulps down half of the glass in one swallow. Chuckling, I down mine, then turn away from her to grab the bottle. She obviously needs a refill. Setting my glass down on the dresser, I pick up the bottle. Turning around, I smile at the sight of her.
She’s no longer standing at the entrance to the bathroom. Instead, she’s sitting on the edge of the bed, her small body trembling with nervousness. I take a couple of steps toward her, filling her now empty glass one more time.
“Don’t be nervous, Pippa. There’s no reason to be,” I say, keeping my tone even.
She nods, her eyes pointed down to her lap. Slowly, she lifts her gaze to meet my own. She lifts the glass to her lips again and sucks the liquid down just as quickly as she did the first time.
“As nervous as I am, can I just say that I’m relieved that you agreed to this? That Arlo offered this?”
Sinking down in front of her. I fill her glass for the third time, then reach over and set the bottle down on the nightstand. Crouched down on my haunches, I wrap my hands around her thighs and give her a gentle squeeze.
“You should not feel lucky or relieved. That is all me, Pippa. You’re more than I could have ever dreamed of. Having you, it’s more than I deserve.”
She shakes her head. “Being your wife… I couldn’t have ever imagined that this would have happened two weeks ago when I walked into Arlo’s office and offered my virginity for auction.”
“Drink. No more talking,” I grunt.
She opens her mouth, but I shake my head as my hands slip between her thighs. I apply pressure and slowly spread her legs. She gasps, but I don’t pay her any mind. Instead, I lower my head and touch my mouth to the inside of her knee.
Pushing her legs farther apart, I kiss up the inside of her thigh until I reach the apex. I stop there, lifting my gaze to meet hers. She’s downed her third glass of champagne and her glassy eyes are looking down at me.
“Massimo,” she whispers.
My lips brush against her lace-covered center, then I shift down to the opposite knee and kiss up that thigh until I reach the apex. Sliding my hand up, I hook my finger at the center of her panties and shift them to the side.
The champagne flute falls to the floor with a soft thud, then rolls away from us just as I lean forward and touch my lips to her pussy. Pippa gasps, then to my surprise, she spreads her legs farther apart.
Flattening my tongue, I taste her entire center, swirling around her clit. Her thighs shake as I do it a second time. Her noises and whimpers spur me onward. I want to make her fall apart against my mouth. I want to feel her pussy flutter against my tongue and taste her cum.
“Massimo,” she cries before she timidly slides her fingers through my hair. She grips me, gently tugging my face closer to her cunt.
Flicking my gaze up to her, I shift my attention to her clit, then slip one finger inside of her. Her hips jerk as she gasps. Her eyes are wide, the look of surprise is so clear on her face that I can’t look away. I have to watch her, have to see her come. It’s a need.
“I feel it,” she breathes. “Please don’t stop,” she begs.