Alessandro DeLuca

“Mm-hmm,” I murmur, licking around her lips.

“Are you?” she asks.

“Maybe I am.”

Her hands go to my zipper as she pulls it down and unbuckles my pants.

“Most folks think I’m a damned fool where you’re concerned, DeLuca.”

“Are you?” I ask as she kneels, pulling my cock free.

“Hell, yeah,” she says, wrapping her lips around me.

“Shit!” I whisper, my fingers wrapping themselves in her hair as she slides me down her throat.

Slowly, I pump in and out of her hot mouth, relishing in the soft heat. Her jaws and tongue are like a suction cup pulling me deeper and deeper into her mouth.

“Goddamn, Mila,” I groan.

She winks up at me with a smirk on her lips as her jaws sink in. Her hands cup my balls as she freely slides her mouth up and down the length of my shaft.

“You look so fucking beautiful in that submissive state,” I moan, speeding up my pace as I fuck her throat.

Mila moans, her hands working in opposing circles as she spreads her saliva up and down my shaft. I use my other hand to grab the other side of her head, and I lose my fucking mind on her.

With deep, angry thrusts, I fuck her mouth as though it were her slit. Mila’s eyes widen as she slobs, trying to keep up with my pace. That innocent, wide-eyed look of her on her knees is enough to drive me insane, and all the restraint I promised myself I would maintain is gone.

“Fuck!” I shout as I spill my seed down her throat, my eyes closing in peace.

This is the most peaceful state I’ve been in for several days.

When I pull out, she swallows.

“Come on and get dressed before they arrive,” I tell her.