Page 310 of Valentino

Oh….

He does it again, sliding fingers deep into me this time, a few pumps, before he pulls them out and pushes his fingers into my mouth. “See how good you taste?” he murmurs. “So fucking good.” He lifts my knee and licks the inside of it…dear Lord.

It’s a school night and we didn’t even eat yet. What mood is he in?

His fingers delve deep inside me again and my back arches from the counter. “Coming home to this beautiful wet cunt every day makes me so fucking hard.” He pumps me with vigor. “So hungry and dripping for cock all the time…. Isn’t she?”

Well yes, when you put it like that.

Yes she is.

“Clench it,” he growls. “Suck on my fingers. I want to feel every fucking muscle inside of you grip me.”

Alright…. That’s it. Shut the front door. The man is a god.

I’m done.

When he starts talking filthy it’s all over…. I will do anything he wants.

The air crackles between us as we stare at each other.

“You didn’t say hello yet?” I murmur as he fucks me with his hand.

“Hello.” His eyes dance with darkness as he kisses my inner thigh. “Anna.”

With his fingers he holds my lips open and he bends, his tongue swipes through me.

Sssssss… sounds the hotplate.

“Ahh, the pasta,” I whisper as my hands go to the back of his head.

“Let it burn.” His tongue flickers and my knees rise by themselves.

“I said. Open your fucking legs,” he growls, he slams them open so far that they touch the counter.

His tongue dives deep, and he’s all in. Whiskers, face, fingers. Eating me out like he’s a starved man. Desperate for the taste of me…now this, is a hello.

I smile up at the ceiling.

Daddy’s home.

“Anna.” My hair is pushed back from my forehead. “I have to go, babe.”

“Mm,” I mumble, eyes still closed.

With his fingers he pries one of my eyes open. “Are you alive?”

“Barely.”

He smirks as he looks down at me. “Are you okay?”

“Again, barely.” I rub my eyes. “I don’t think I’ll be walking much today.”

“My apologies, I had a rather…. Stressful day.” He watches me for a moment. “I needed to lose myself last night.”

“Oh, is that what happened?” I smile sleepily. “So pounding me to near death is the answer to all of your problems now?”

“Apparently so.” He gets up and disappears into the bathroom and returns with a glass of water, he empties a sachet into it, it fizzes. “You need to hydrate.”