I wasn’t going to tap out.
Not when a man as powerful as he was utterly at my mercy, his pleasure was completely in my hands.
So the hand that he’d put on his thigh for tapping out slid between us, massaging his balls as he fucked my mouth faster and faster, getting closer and closer.
“Let me come down your throat, lamb,” he hissed, making my sex clench hard, never really realizing before how hot a partner checking in on you could be, how asking for consent didn’t have to be awkward and uncomfortable.
Mouth full, all I could managed was a “Mmmmm” sound that had him cursing as his hips bucked hard one last time, the head slamming against the back of my throat before I tasted his release a second before it slid down my throat.
“Fuck,” Primo hissed, his whole body convulsing hard once, then twice.
And I never before felt quite as powerful as I did right then.
“Fuck, lamb,” he said after sucking in a deep breath, pulling me backward gently by my hair. “Come here,” he demanded, pulling again until his cock slid from my lips with a pop. His thumb stopped to trace my lower lip as I swear this man looked at me with actual reverence in his gaze before he was pulling me up onto his lap again, and sealing his lips over mine.
Long and deep.
Until my lips felt tingly.
He broke the contact first, pressing my face into his neck as his hand started to sift through my hair as the other held me pinned to his chest.
“I’ve wanted that for a long time,” he admitted, voice low. “Never thought I was going to get it,” he added, making my lips curve up into a smile.
“I wanted to,” I admitted. “I liked that,” I added, wincing a little at the admission, at the vulnerability behind it.
“I’m a lucky fucking man, then,” he said, releasing me when I pushed.
“Did you make a mess of me?” I asked, wiping under my eyes, knowing how bad they’d been tearing.
“You’re fucking beautiful,” he countered, and my belly squeezed hard at the praise.
“Thank you,” I said, gaze slipping from his, a little uncomfortable at how much his words meant, and not sure I was ready for him to see that. “But that’s not what I meant.
“Your cheeks are a little red. It will fade,” he added. “I can think of a way to kill the time,” he went on, a dark promise in his eyes as my gaze lifted to his face again.
“You don’t have to,” I said, shaking my head. “That wasn’t why I did it.”
“I know. That’s even more reason for me to want to. But, baby, I could eat your pussy for every fucking meal and not get tired of it,” he told me as he suddenly lowered back on the bed. “Now be a good girl and ride my face,” he demanded, grabbing the backs of my knees when I didn’t move to do exactly that.
He yanked me into position.
And before I could even object, his fingers were pulling my panties to the side, and his tongue was tracing up my pussy to work my clit.
Then, well, I did what he wanted me to do.
I rode his face.
And I just barely remembered to bite my lip to keep from screaming as the orgasm slammed through me—shaking legs and all—a few moments later.
I collapsed down at the side of him, pulling myself together even as he tucked himself away, then slowly got off the bed, reaching down to yank my skirt back into place, then handing me my bra.
“I’ll be right back,” he said before going out into the hall.
I took the chance to strap my boobs back into my bra and get my dress in order and then attempt to tame my hair.
He came back then with a damp washcloth, coming toward me, reaching for my chin in one hand, then gently wiping at my cheeks and under my eyes with the other.
“Better?” I asked.
“I wouldn’t say better, no. Better is me being able to see your mascara all over your cheeks from choking on my cock, lamb,” he said, the words wicked, but his eyes were actually playful, as was the smile toying with his lips. “But this is more presentable for Christmas dinner.”
“Oh, God,” I groaned, slapping a hand to my forehead as I realized what we’d just done with my entire family one floor below us.
A chuckle, deep and sexy, moved through Primo.
“It’s not funny,” I grumbled.
“You getting so distracted by my cock and my tongue that you forgot all about Christmas dinner, lamb? Yeah, I’d say that’s pretty fucking funny. Come on, let’s get down there before anyone notices we’re missing. They’re getting quieter.”
“Because we probably just missed all the yelling,” I told him, accepting his hand when he offered it to me, then making our way downstairs where everyone was just filing into the dining room.