Page 19 of Corso DeLuca

She slaps a hand over her eyes. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.”

My excitement builds, when she edges one foot forward, using her painted toes to feel her way to what’s probably her first dabble into submission play.

“We are doing this.”

Slowly, I make my way to the side of the exam table. Taking her hand, I lift it away from her eyes.

“Don’t be shy with me. You have a beautiful body. I want to see you… inside and out.”

I take her mouth, pushing past her teeth. This time, I have no intention of being gentle. With my tongue, I invade, seeking and savoring the tastes of her. Jessie never holds back. Her mouth is hungry on mine, sucking, nipping, biting, as she loves me with her teeth and tongue.

“Corso,” she breathes out. “Oh God… you are so good.”

“Oh,” I chuckle. “I get even better.”

Reaching under her wrap, I toy with one nipple and twirl the hardened peak between my fingers. Jessie’s breath is more ragged, her heartbeat is pounding beneath my fingertips.

“Now that we’ve started. Don’t stop.”

“Until I taste this pretty pussy.” Edging lower, my hand hovers over her hairless mound. Another surprise finding from my special agent.

“Yes,” she pants.

“Are you soaking wet for me?”

She nods.

“I love your voice, princess. Use it.”

She swallows. I can tell she’s working up the nerve to say what she wants.

“Yes, my pussy is wet for you.”

“Good girl,” I say, reaching for her hand. I cover her smaller hand with my palm. With my eyes glued to hers, I lead us down a slow and warm trek to her bare pussy.

Her fingers are soft and unmarred. Real gentle, I guide her middle digit over her swollen clit, making little circles.

“Oh, Corso… that feels good.”

“Does it, princess.”

“Yes, more,” she commands.

“Yeah, I got more, Jessie.” Layering our fingers, one on top of the other, I spear her pussy. Pushing through her tight entrance to sink deep.

“Oh,” she cries out. “Ah… yeah.”

“You like me fingering your sweet pussy, princess.”

“I’d rather your mouth be on me…. there.”

“Come on my fingers. Then you can have my tongue, my teeth, and my lips. I will lick your sweet juice from your dark cherry.”

Jessie lifts her hips, riding our combined digits. “More.”

I add another finger, working in and out of her hot snatch. She claps down, burying my fingers to the knuckle.

“Corso,” she moans. Her breathing is rapid, matching my own. Her eyes close, but I need to maintain our connection, know that she’s here with me, not imagining someone else finger fucking her cunt.