Matteo smiled wryly. “Your dad would disagree, but I have better things to do than to play babysitter. You are old enough.”
“Thank you,” Marcella said.
“But you only got thirty minutes, so hurry.”
Marcella and I stepped into the elevator, not needing to be told twice.
I half dragged her into the apartment, eager to be alone with me. Marcella glanced around curiously. “It’s nice.”
“It’ll be better once you move in,” I said but then I kissed her, my lips moving over hers.
Marcella pulled away. “We need to clean your wounds first.”
“We only have thirty minutes. I won’t waste them on treating my wounds.”
Marcella gave me a scolding look that had me hurry into the bathroom and take the fastest and one of the most painful showers of my life.
I didn’t bother getting dressed, instead I emerged from the bathroom completely naked and still damp.
Marcella’s eyes traveled along my body, drinking in the parts she loved, like my sixpack, my thighs, and my cock, before she assessed my wounds.
One or two of them would need a couple of stitches, but I could do that later tonight. I sank down on my sofa and spread my arms on the backrest. “I’m ready for my treatment, Nurse.”
Marcella shook her head with played disapproval and huffed when my cock slowly began to fill with blood. She stunned me when she sank down on her knees before me and licked a wayward drop of water off my sixpack. My cock stood to full attention at her proximity.
Her hot breath fanned over my tip and then she took me into her mouth. “Fuck, yes.” I tangled my hand in her hair as she took more and more of my cock into her mouth. The feeling of her heat and her tongue sliding along the underside of my cock almost made me explode.
My eyelids drooped but I didn’t close them completely, not wanting to deprive me of the sight of Marcella on her knees. When I’d first seen her, I’d entertained many fantasies like that, but in all of them, I’d felt triumphant, as if I’d brought a Vitiello to her knees, as if I’d gotten part of my revenge by doing so. But right this moment, I was the one on my knees because this woman before me, she ruled over my heart with an unshakable grip. Nothing mattered except her.
Marcella sunk her nails into my thighs, making me groan in pleasure. She took me even deeper but gagged when I hit the back of her throat. “Come on, Snow White, you can do this,” I teased in a raspy voice.
She nipped me playfully with her teeth but then she actually tried again and took me almost all the way into her mouth. My head fell back and I moaned, almost delirious on the feel. I could have stayed like this forever, but the clock was ticking and I still needed to devour pussy.
“As much as I enjoy the lazy life, watching you devour my cock like candy, I really want your pussy on my mouth. So swing your leg over my head, take a seat and buckle up for the lick of your life.”
Marcella sent me the same look she’d sent me shortly before I’d first devoured her. She let my cock slide out of her lips in a way that made her teeth graze the underside. I groaned, half tempted to push her head back down and come down her throat. I watched with the usual stunned awe as she presented her beauty to me.
“You need to lie down if you want me on your face.”
I swung my legs onto the sofa and stretched out. “Ready.”
Marcella licked her lips as she kneeled on the sofa. When she finally swung her leg over my head, placing her pink pussy right before my face, I was even hornier than before, which seemed impossible.
Before Marcella even got the chance to get comfortable and reacquaint herself with my cock, I raised my head and sucked her pussy lips into my mouth.
She threw her head back with a deep moan. I didn’t go slow, for lack of time and lack of patience. My tongue mercilessly teased her folds and sensitive entrance until she was writhing on top of me almost desperately. Then I reined myself in and established a slow rhythm. She basked in the sensation with sensually closed eyes I could see in the mirror on the wall. I released her dripping pussy with a cocky smile. “You ready to dive back down?” I asked in a teasing voice. “Or do you want to be served first?” I accentuated the question with a flick of my tongue.
With a smile, she lowered her head and the welcoming heat of her mouth surrounded my cock once again. I wanted this to last forever. The give and take of pleasure, enjoying both equally, was something I’d never experienced to this degree.