He pushed his hips upward, holding her head steady, and felt her gag around the full, sudden depth of him. "Take it. Come on — take it." He expected her to tap out, to pull back, to concede.
She gagged — and then, with absolutely sinful composure, she flicked her tongue in a slow circle around him. She reached down and squeezed his balls.
Luca's eyes rolled back. He gripped her hair, hips stuttering upward, and came — hard, helpless — his whole body shuddering with release. "Fuck me," he gasped.
Vee slowly straightened up, wiping at her lips. "Now, get me home and fuck me!"
"Yes, ma'am…"
*****
Marco, on the other hand, wasn't having such a great night. At least not at first. Admittedly, he got back home at four in the morning, which, in hindsight, had not been his smartest move. He knew that the moment he stepped into the living room and saw Valentina sitting upright in the sofa, arms folded over her chest, eyes fixed on him.
That was how he knew he was finished.
"Val—"
