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the coolness of the polished concrete. His hands went to my arms, pulling down my jumpsuit and undies in unison. I sat there, buck naked, and watched him flex his broad chest as he stood back up and stared at me. My mouth watered at the sight of his muscular chest, glistening with perspiration. My fingers wanted to explore the tattoos that covered his arms and I desperately wanted to trace the tattoos around his neck with my mouth. I watched breathlessly as he took off his runners and stood again to take off his sweatpants, exposing his huge pierced cock.
Holy Jesus! I had no idea he'd be pierced. My eyes widened at the sheer size of his cock and the piercings that had several balls on the flesh around the head. Although I took every opportunity to flirt with him, I knew that my experience with men would have no comparison to being with Riccardo. From the tense look on his face and the size of his piercings, I knew he was going to be too much to handle, but it would be a moment I'd never forget.
***
My passion escalated when he bent down to coat his fingers with some of the icing sugar and smeared it directly over my clit. Fuck. He wasn’t going to…shit, he was!
“You are sweet, Lorena, and I want to taste two of my favourite sweet things at the same time. You and Nonna’s doughnuts.”
“O-oh, God,” I stammered as I felt the first flick of his tongue against my nether lips. I couldn’t believe this was happening. “Um…they are zeppole , not doughnuts,” I told him breathlessly. I was so aroused; I could barely speak.
“I don’t give a fuck what they’re called. Relax and let me enjoy you.”
I watched as his head went between my thighs again, and his tongue found my clit, stroking the sensitive bud before sucking it between his teeth, with all the icing sugar. I almost lurched off the floor, but his hand against my stomach pressed me back down.
Jesus, I will never be able to eat another zeppole again after this. Riccardo had skill, and I was woman enough to appreciate it as his fingers spread me wider. I felt two of his fingers fill me as he continued to play with my clit.
“Your body is fucking beautiful,” he said between gritted teeth. “And your tits are a man’s wet dream, but this pussy is tight as hell, begging me to fuck it. Is that what you want, baby, me to fuck you?”
I held back a moan, still trying to hold a part of myself back. I didn’t want to embarrass myself and scream or act like a cat in heat, because that was exactly what I felt like doing. I held onto his head, pressing him closer to me, begging for release. He gently bit down on my clit while his fingers spread inside of me, finding a spot that had me coming off the floor again. I leaned over him as I came, unable to control my body’s reaction. Catching my breath, I took several minutes as he continued to stroke me until he felt my shudders stop.
He made a primitive noise and lowered his head to kiss the rise of my pubic bone. With a cheeky grin on his face, he looked up at me when his tongue danced across my clit once again.
“Oh, shit, stop, Riccardo! I can’t take it anymore,” I rasped at the second swipe of his clever tongue. I abandoned the idea that I had any control in this situation at all.
He slid his tongue down the seam of my sex, smearing it with yet more icing sugar. He circled my opening and plunged inside. Licking. Sucking. He performed a wiggling manoeuvre that made me gasp. My body twitched against the barrage of sensations. His rough-tipped fingers spread me open and his wonderfully wicked tongue reminded me of how much I loved oral sex. Not that I had ever experienced oral sex like this.
He teased and tormented me, building me up to a point where I thought I was going to detonate and then he wound back down before sending me soaring again. God, my clit pulsated violently against his sucking mouth. I didn’t care anymore. I was shameless, allowing my head to fall back and revel in every
Holy Jesus! I had no idea he'd be pierced. My eyes widened at the sheer size of his cock and the piercings that had several balls on the flesh around the head. Although I took every opportunity to flirt with him, I knew that my experience with men would have no comparison to being with Riccardo. From the tense look on his face and the size of his piercings, I knew he was going to be too much to handle, but it would be a moment I'd never forget.
***
My passion escalated when he bent down to coat his fingers with some of the icing sugar and smeared it directly over my clit. Fuck. He wasn’t going to…shit, he was!
“You are sweet, Lorena, and I want to taste two of my favourite sweet things at the same time. You and Nonna’s doughnuts.”
“O-oh, God,” I stammered as I felt the first flick of his tongue against my nether lips. I couldn’t believe this was happening. “Um…they are zeppole , not doughnuts,” I told him breathlessly. I was so aroused; I could barely speak.
“I don’t give a fuck what they’re called. Relax and let me enjoy you.”
I watched as his head went between my thighs again, and his tongue found my clit, stroking the sensitive bud before sucking it between his teeth, with all the icing sugar. I almost lurched off the floor, but his hand against my stomach pressed me back down.
Jesus, I will never be able to eat another zeppole again after this. Riccardo had skill, and I was woman enough to appreciate it as his fingers spread me wider. I felt two of his fingers fill me as he continued to play with my clit.
“Your body is fucking beautiful,” he said between gritted teeth. “And your tits are a man’s wet dream, but this pussy is tight as hell, begging me to fuck it. Is that what you want, baby, me to fuck you?”
I held back a moan, still trying to hold a part of myself back. I didn’t want to embarrass myself and scream or act like a cat in heat, because that was exactly what I felt like doing. I held onto his head, pressing him closer to me, begging for release. He gently bit down on my clit while his fingers spread inside of me, finding a spot that had me coming off the floor again. I leaned over him as I came, unable to control my body’s reaction. Catching my breath, I took several minutes as he continued to stroke me until he felt my shudders stop.
He made a primitive noise and lowered his head to kiss the rise of my pubic bone. With a cheeky grin on his face, he looked up at me when his tongue danced across my clit once again.
“Oh, shit, stop, Riccardo! I can’t take it anymore,” I rasped at the second swipe of his clever tongue. I abandoned the idea that I had any control in this situation at all.
He slid his tongue down the seam of my sex, smearing it with yet more icing sugar. He circled my opening and plunged inside. Licking. Sucking. He performed a wiggling manoeuvre that made me gasp. My body twitched against the barrage of sensations. His rough-tipped fingers spread me open and his wonderfully wicked tongue reminded me of how much I loved oral sex. Not that I had ever experienced oral sex like this.
He teased and tormented me, building me up to a point where I thought I was going to detonate and then he wound back down before sending me soaring again. God, my clit pulsated violently against his sucking mouth. I didn’t care anymore. I was shameless, allowing my head to fall back and revel in every
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