2.16 Blue Balls (1)

“You smell so fucking good,” Mick growled against my skin, kicking open the bedroom door. “Are you wet for me, cara mia?”

“So wet,” I moaned, gripping the hair on the back of his head. “Can you hear it?” I moved my hips, grinding my center against his firmness. You could hear the lewd sounds of my moist pussy.

“I want to taste it,” he husked. “Fuck, Chloe. Mi ecciti.”

“Shit,” I groaned, my body vibrating with dirty needs. I fucking love it when they whisper Italian words in my ear. He could have just told me he needed to poop, and I would still get so fucking hot.

“Voglio fare l'amore con te,” he said in a raspy deep whisper while carrying me to the bed. “Ti farò urlare.”

“Yes!” I cried, arching my back as he glided down my body. His hot breath left a trail of aching tingles down my center.

He stared up at me with heat in his blue eyes, drawing me into his spell as he unfastened my jeans and began to pull them down my legs. He buried his nose between my folds, inhaling deeply as I wat