The Mafia's Slutty Wife
“Do you know how utterly beautiful you are, Serena” he mumbled stop trailing kisses all over the neck.
“Tell me” Serena breathed.
“I don’t think any precious stone or any gem in the world can outshine you, mia dolcezza”
“Now aren’t you a flatterer” Serena sighed, her eyes still closed and her breath hitched.
“I don’t flatter, mi cara.” He whispered in her ear.
Damon grabbed the strap of her gown and tore it revealing part of her breast and part of her already peaked nipple.
Serena was at the verge of protesting about him tearing her gown before his mouth descended on her nipple, rendering her speechless, all she could do was suck in her breath as the feelings assaulted her senses. Her toes curled up of their own volition and her hands came up to his head positioning him there as he flicked her left nipple with his tongue, circling gently and then biting.
Serena gasped, her glazed eyes opening.
“Be quiet” Damon commanded as he moved his mouth to her right nipple, his hand toying with the one he had just sucked, teasing their red peak into hardness again.
Serena was gasping, unable to form coherent thoughts,
Was this how it felt to drown, She thought.
Damon’s hands were performing their own magic, she could feel his erection probing the center of her already moist vagina and she widened, giving him closer access. Her panties were already soaked with the wetness.
His hand began moving, caressing her inner thighs before they came upon her center.
He brought up his face to meet hers and smiled at the look of pure, sexual pleasure on her face.
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