Chapter 9: Always Tastes So Delicious

Chapter 9: Always Tastes So Delicious

Abigail

The way Luciano's fought with mine made me moan into him and it was as if a switch had been turned on inside his body. He quickly got up without breaking the kiss and laid me down while he was on top of me. With both hands on the side of my head, he kept kissing me more roughly.

When I felt his hand run down to my breasts, I felt my breathing getting heavier. He pulled my top up with one hand and my lace bra was now showing. He broke the kiss and I opened my eyes to see him staring at my breasts while licking his lips. He looked at me to study my response at his touch as he pulled my breasts out of my bra. He was now hovering tight over me and I saw him bring his hand towards my face but I kept gazing into his beautiful eyes. I had completely given myself in to him again at this point, all I wanted was to feel him.

He brought his thumb up to my mouth and ran it over my bottom lips, I opened my mouth and he praised me immediately.

“Always such a good girl.” He hummed softly but I heard him loud and clear.

If I hadn't lost control over my body earlier, I sure as hell would have. He brought his thumb deeper into my mouth and I moaned at the feeling.

“Wider,” he whispered seductively.

I quickly obliged his demand, I opened my eyes and he hummed in satisfaction. He watched me so intently, like I was the most alluring thing he has ever seen. And when he brought his thumb back out of my mouth, I wrapped my tongue around it and sucked and he smirked at me softly. I heard him swear under his breath, I was incredibly wet at this point.

When his finger was out of my mouth, he averted his attention to my nipple and used the wet thumb to spread the saliva over it. I gasped at the feeling but it soon turned into a soft whimper and when he lowered his mouth to flick his tongue over my nipple, I tilted my head back. The sensation went straight to my pussy, adding more wetness. I brought my hand into his hair and the other one was holding his biceps tightly.

He kept flicking and licking my nipple, sometimes softly, sometimes roughly and biting while he brought his free hand down towards the hem of my shorts. He tucked it under my short and I felt his fingers brush against the outside of my underwear. I was a whimpering mess at this point, his fingers found their way inside my panties and he gently graze them up and down my slit, teasing me. He took his mouth away from my breast and hovered over me once again, his nose almost touching mine. We were both breathing heavily and he took one of his hands around my throat and my airways tightened and I gasped. He started into my eyes and asked.

“Do you want me to fúck you again? Do you want your father's friend to touch you?” He asked and I nodded, too out of air to answer with words. He was really being too dominant like the last time I met him and I liked this side of him.

“Words,” he commanded with a firm voice and I submissively obliged to him.

“Yes, please,” he smirked and shook his head slightly.

“Yes, what?” He pushed his fingers deeper between my folds.

“Please, sir.”

He gave me a soft kiss and I knew he had confirmed my response. The man I am seeing now is different from the one I met five months ago. He had become so dominating that I was so afraid of him now and for some reason, I enjoyed submitting to him. Gosh, I love this side of him, it made me grow wetter.

He moved his head to the nape of my neck and I could feel him push his fingers further in and now in direct contact with my dripping core. I tilted my head back in pleasure, my eyes couldn't stay open anymore. He was barely touching me and my body was already going crazy. The way I heard him breathe heavily made me realize he felt the same thing by just feeling me.

“Fuck, you are already so wet for me, sugar plum. Isn't that right?” He said and brought his face back up so he was looking into my eyes.

Always so wet and ready for my dick to stretch you out.” I moaned at his words, remembering how his dick felt the last time and how I was stretched out.

“Are you ready for daddy's dick to stretch you out?” He asked and without hesitation, I responded.

“Yes, please.”

His hand was still around my throat, holding me in place and he bought his hand up and held it between us, spreading his fingers so the wetness showed even more. He gazed into my eyes and with a smile he took his fingers into his mouth, tasting my juice. He closed his eyes and moaned deeply. The sight made me whimper and my pussy clench.

“Always tastes so delicious.” He mumbled and then he brought his hand back to my pussy.

One of his fingers was teasing around my hole and slowly he pushed in. I gasped and my eyes started to give up. A wave of pleasure went through me as he added another finger and started going deeper. He was watching me intently, like he wanted reassurance for his actions and I was ready to give him all the reassurance he wanted. I had dreamed of this for the past five months and now he is here, I wouldn't let go. I held his biceps tightly, hoping I didn't hurt him but he only seemed to enjoy it. He averted his gaze to his hand that he had started pumping in and out of me.

“Your pussy is always tight and I can't wait to stretch you out once more with my dick.”

Just as he was going to add another finger, my phone began to buzz. He looked at me and stopped his movement, grunted in irritation. I looked up at him and let out a breath and when the phone didn't stop, I decided it was best I answered it. It had to be my parents, he gave me a disapproving look when I pushed him off me. I sat up and took the phone, I readjusted my clothes back into place. I picked up the phone and turned my head to watch him, he was slumped on the couch with his arms crossed, watching me intently. I returned my attention to the voice on the phone, it was my mother's.

“Hey sweetheart, I am sorry but your father needed to stay in Dubai for a day more. I will have to join him and we will come back tomorrow at lunchtime. Is that okay?” She said in a soft voice.

“Yes, sure mother.” I replied.

This wasn't the first time this had happened.

My mother and father were like glue, they couldn't be away from each other. They knew I wouldn't come with them willingly because I hated flying to other countries. Besides, it was only one day, I guess I can manage.

“Just be safe and say hello to my father.” I said to her.

She began asking about how my day went and we talked about unimportant things for like ten minutes before we said our goodbyes. I had forgotten about Luciano and when I turned around, I met only the cat staring at me. I frowned in confusion and walked out of the living room, looking for him. I yelled his name on every floor but never got a response and soon I felt the anger and feeling of rejection settle in my body and I sighed.

I went to turn off the television and walked up to my room, I can't believe he just left me.