My eyes snapped opened to see him staring at me. He crossed his arms, watching me.
I glanced down at his lap to see his hard length pressing against his zipper, looking ready to spill out. It appeared uncomfortable.
Alessio waited for my eyes to meet his again before he lowered his gaze between my legs. He groaned at the sight, the sound traveling straight to my wet core.
“I’m not going to touch you, kitten. You are going to fuck your pussy with your fingers while I watch.”
My heart stuttered at his words, my mouth falling open in shock.
“Surprised, kitten?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.
I was panting now, and I was sure my face was a mask of pure unadulterated lust. Alessio was driving me crazy with need.
“C’mon, kitten. Play with yourself. Pretend it’s my fingers fucking you.”
With a word, I pushed my hand between my thighs. Alessio’s eyes flared, and I swallowed. Licking my lips, I pressed a finger against my center.
My back bowed, and I moaned, massaging my clit. Alessio adjusted himself between his legs, his gaze unwavering.
A jolt of electrifying pleasure coursed through me as I pushed a finger in. My chest heaved with each breath as the pressure inside of me intensified.
I pressed my thumb over the nub, circling as I pushed another finger inside of me.
“Fuck…just like that,” Alessio groaned, his hands fisting at his sides.
My wet walls pulsed, clenching around my fingers as I pulled out and pushed back in. My hips thrust forward with the movement. I circled my clit harder, quicker, striving to drive me over the edge.
My lips trembled, my eyes closing. I could hear how wet I was. Each time as I pushed my fingers in, my pussy clenched around them greedily.
I felt embarrassed, shy even…but I was too far gone to care.
I needed the relief but couldn’t find it.
“Open your eyes, Ayla!” Alessio growled.
They snapped open at his order. His head tilted to the side while his eyes burned holes into my skin. Butterflies erupted in my stomach, and I throbbed between my legs.
Again and again, I thrust my fingers in and out, harder and faster, trying to relieve the ache building inside of me.
“You can’t come, kitten?” he asked knowingly.
Alessio smirked, looking pleased with himself. Confused, I shook my head.
When I saw him move, I moaned, desperate for him to come closer.
He rewarded me with just that.
Alessio knelt down between my spread thighs, his head moving closer to my dripping core. Before I could say anything, his warm mouth covered my clit.
His tongue darted out, and he flicked the tip of it over my nub.
A muffled scream echoed from my throat. My body shook and pulsed. I screamed again as my orgasm hit me.
I removed my fingers as Alessio swirled my clit with his tongue, licking my juices.
Closing my eyes, I sagged against the couch. My legs were still shaking.
When Alessio pulled away, I opened my eyes to see him wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He pulled my wet fingers into his mouth and sucked my cream away. He grunted low in his chest.
“You can’t come without me, kitten,” he said, smirking. “Your greedy cunt needs my touch.”
In a daze, I could only stare at him. He sat back in his seat, not looking the least bit affected with what just happened.
“Come here, Ayla.”
He placed his hand out, waiting for me to take it. Silently, I took his hand, and he pulled me roughly onto his lap until I was straddling him.
I gasped when my still-sensitive core pressed down onto his hard length. His slacks moved roughly against my bare skin, and I moaned at the new sensation.
I was hypersensitive to his every touch.
He thrust his hips upward, and my eyes widened, my mouth opening in a silent cry.
“Alessio,” I whimpered, holding onto his shoulder. My fingers bit into his skin as I tried to grasp my surroundings.
He rocked his hips against mine, his hands palming my bare ass cheeks. Alessio dragged me back and forth over his still-covered cock.
The action was so dirty, yet it turned me on more. I grew wetter, my moans coming louder.
“Ride me as if you have my cock inside of you right now,” he ordered.
“Oh…” I whimpered, pulling myself up and then pushing down, circling my hips over his lap.
He groaned, his hold growing tighter around me. “Alessio…I can’t…”
“Yes, you can…you will come for me again,” he growled roughly in my ear before biting down on my neck.
I felt overheated. I was tingling all over, close to falling over the edge again. When Alessio pressed a hand between us, his hand cupping my sex, my head snapped back, my back arching with pleasure.
His palm pressed against my clit at the same time as he thrust his cock between my thighs, sending thousands of electrifying jolts into me.