Chapter 56: I Want You To Eat My Pussy

Chapter 56: I Want You To Eat My Pussy

Abigail

“Don't worry, baby girl. I am going to let you cum but only on my tongue.” Luciano said and roughly spun me and lifted me up to sit on the edge of the kitchen counter.

He pushed my legs apart to stand between them, his hands caressed my thighs while his lips placed a soft kiss on my neck. My fist clenched on the surface of the counter, finding his teasing upmost irritating. He told me to raise my hips which I did, letting him pull the bikini bottom right off and he went back to licking and biting my neck, making me let out a needy whimper and he chuckled.

“So sensitive today, angel. Tell me, is your pretty pussy eager to be touched?” He said in a dark voice, I nodded my head, hoping it would be the right choice but he chuckled and kissed my jaw.

“Good girl.”

I felt butterflies in my stomach at his words and even though I didn't know it was possible, my center became even wetter. He lowered himself on the floor between my legs, both hands on the inside of my thighs to keep them apart.

“Stay still, don't move your hips.” He instructed.

His head moved to my center and the feeling of his tongue made my head tilt back and my eyes closed. He moved and licked so perfectly, finding every spot that got me squirming in his hold.

“Luciano,” I breathed his name, wanting him to go rougher.

“What do you want?” He was, his mouth left my pussy and his fingers now replacing his tongue.

I didn't respond to him, I just whimpered as his fingers played with my clit. I was already close again as he left me on the edge a few seconds ago, he slapped my clit suddenly and my eyes shot open.

“Use your words, Abigail.” He growled.

“I want you to eat my pussy, please.” He smirked but wasn't satisfied just yet.

“Please, what?”

“Please, daddy.” I breathed.

His tongue came in contact with my soaked entrance again and I gasped, it soon turned into moaning as his tongue started flicking and sucking my clit while his fingers thrusted into me. My hand moved to his hair, gripping and pulling. He groaned, the vibration making me moan loudly.

“Please,” I begged for the release.

He added a third finger, causing my back to arch and the grip on his hair tightened, my eyes closed from the overwhelming pleasure.

“Keep your eyes open, look at me, baby girl.”

I obeyed him and the sight of him between my legs made my whimpers louder. It was so fucking erotic seeing him eat me out and the indescribable feeling of his tongue drove me crazy.

“Cum for me, cum on my fingers.”

His breath on my sensitive clit pushed me over the edge and I cum, crying out his name. His fingers moved in and out until my orgasm had washed over me, I breathed heavily and my eyes opened. He stood up straight and took a hold of my throat, pulling me closer to give me a passionate kiss. It was enough to make me wet all over again.

“Open your mouth.” He demanded while his fingers lifted between us.

I did what he wanted and tasted my own arousal and juice in his fingers. He looked at me, mesmerized.

“So fucking hot,” he breathed.

******
The dress I held up in front of me was perfect for Luciano's family dinner, it looked formal but also had a casual vibe to it. I matched it with silver heels which was a perfect combination. The dress was black satin with a thin shoulder strap, the bottom going diagonal right over my knee. He has bought so many dresses for me but this one was not bought with his money and I couldn't wait to see his reaction.

Personally, I was in love with the dress, I got changed into the dress after doing my makeup lightly. He should be here any second and I didn't want to let him wait for too long. After our little session earlier, he had to leave again for another meeting. He was a very busy man but I hardly noticed it as he always made time for me in one way or another.

My parents were still at work which meant that he could come to pick me up without us getting caught by them. I was still a little nervous for this evening meeting his whole family except those who were in other countries. My only source of comfort in this situation was either him or the fact that I knew his mother would be there. She was very sweet and even though I had only met her once, I really liked her. I knew Ambrose would be there too and I haven't actually seen him for a couple of days after he saw his brother fingering me but I had the feeling that we had gotten a little closer, hopefully. The last time we met, he had even laughed and joked with me, he was more up-tight than Luciano was which meant that it was harder to get his confirmation.

Right when I was done with brushing my hair, I heard a voice from downstairs. He was right on time, I quickly grabbed my purse and gave myself a last look in the mirror, perfect. I walked out of my room and stepped down the stairs, when I looked up, I was met with a suited chest but it wasn't Luciano.

“What are you doing here, Ambrose?” I asked, surprised.

“I was told to pick you up, my brother is unfortunately busy with an important matter but he will accompany you soon after we arrive.” He smiled softly.

I had never been so close to him before, he was a handsome man, no doubt. He was younger than Luciano but there wasn't much that showed their age difference, perhaps only that Luciano had more facial hair. Luciano was always neatly shaved though, but that only made him look more attractive. Ambrose was tall but as tall as his brother.

“Oh, is everything okay?” I asked in a slightly concerned tone. He chuckled and placed a hand on the low of my back and started walking out of the house and towards his car.

“My brother can take care of himself, no need to worry, Abigail.”

His words calmed me a little but I still had no idea what kind of important matter he was talking about but surely, it was nothing dangerous otherwise he would have told me. He opened the car door for me and I thanked him before sitting down. He was driving apparently as he walked around the car and took a seat behind the wheel. I took a deep breath and he turned on the engine. I felt his gaze on the side of my head and I looked at him, being met with a soft smile.

“I must say, you look beautiful tonight, Abigail. My brother is a very lucky man.” He said and I felt my cheeks warm up by his compliment.

“Thank you, Ambrose. You look very handsome as well.” He smiled and turned his head forward as we drove off.