Page 272 of Breaking Rosalind
“You’re so wet for me, pet,” he says, his voice thick with arousal. “And that cunt looks good enough to eat.”
“Oh, fuck.”
He trails his knuckles up my inner thighs, making my entire body shudder with anticipation. Then his gaze turns predatory.
“Lift your hips, pet. Show me how much you want my tongue.”
His command goes straight to my libido, and I find myself obeying.
“What a good girl,” he says with that same wicked smile.
“This good girl wants to come,” I say.
He traces his fingers over my wet folds, his breath quickening as I shiver under his touch. “You said it yourself, pet. You belong to me, and I’ll take what’s mine however and whenever I want.”
His fingers ghost over my aching clit, making my thighs tremble. I bite down on my bottom lip, trying to stifle a moan. He arranges his body between my spread legs, with my bound ankles resting between his shoulder blades, and his forearms hooked beneath my thighs,
When his hot breath fans over my pussy, I make a strangled gasp.
“What do you love about me?” he asks.
“I love the way you eat my pussy,” I say.
His tongue flickers over my clit. “Like this?”
“Aaah… Yes. Just like that.”
“What else do you love about me?”
“I love the way you lick me until I come.”
He chuckles, the sound so giddy and rich I find myself laughing along. Another thing I love about Cesare is that we have so much fun.
“Pick something else,” he says with another sharp lick.
“Okay, okay. I love the way your fingers stroke my g-spot.”
He slips one finger into my pussy, the movement deliberate and slow. He explores my insides before stroking the spot that sends a jolt of pleasure that makes my breath hitch and my body jerk.
“Like this?”
“I said fingers, not finger,” I cry out, my voice raising several octaves.
He sucks on my clit, shutting off my complaint.
Pleasure coils deep in my core as he teases that sensitive spot while lavishing my clit with gentle licks and sucks and nips. I lose track of the game we’re playing and convulse, my legs shaking as he continues his sweet torture. I buck and gasp against his ministrations as my body teeters on the precipice of ecstasy.
“Greedy little pet” he murmurs against my sensitive flesh. “You can’t get enough.”
“Fuck, Cesare,” I say between ragged breaths. “I love this so much.”
His cruel chuckle makes every fine hair on the back of my neck stand on end.
My body shivers. If he stops, I’m going to die. Just to urge him along, I blurt, “I love the way you make me come.”
Growling into my pussy, he adds another finger. “What else?”
“I love… Oh, God… I love the way you make me feel, I love the way you can turn me on with just your presence. I love how you’ve become the most important man in my life.”