Ettore clicked his tongue. “Silly girl.” My butt throbbed viciously and I fisted my hands by my sides to stop myself from lashing out. He noticed, of course, and he laughed menacingly, “Oh, do it. I fucking dare you. Let me loose.” I forced myself to calm and he actually seemed disappointed. “No? He tutted, “That’s no fun.”

With a firm hand between my shoulder blades, I was propelled forward. I stumbled onto the bed, losing one heel and when I saw Ettore, fast paced and coming at me, I did something stupid.

I scrambled on my hands and knees, trying to get away.

He grinned, lunging forward and caught my ankle easily. “Where do you think you’re going?” An effortless tug was all it took and I was caught. I was a fool to feel both terrified and excited. I panted as he placed a heavy hand in the center of my back, holding me down, while my ass remained high up in the air. When I felt him flick the waist of my panties, I struggled but it was purely for show. “Look at this. A gift for me, all nicely wrapped up. Let’s see what’s inside.” I was starting to understand what he liked. I struggled again as he ripped my panties down to my knees, exposing me, then came in close and breathed against my pussy, “Oh, baby. You shouldn’t have.”

My cheeks blazed.

Surely, he wasn’t going to…

All at once, my eyes rolled back, my mouth rounded and my toes curled as Ettore flattened his tongue and licked me from slit to crack. He licked me once, twice, then dipped his tongue inside of me, reaching, tasting, and I departed this world.

Death by indulgence wasn’t a bad way to go.

I hadn’t noticed he released me until both of his hands rounded my ass, kneading both cheeks as he ate my pussy. I moaned quietly, horrified to find I was actually enjoying this. And he… Good God, the sounds he made.

He grunted like a hungry animal, and I, devoured as his willing meal.

I peered back and my stomach dipped. There was something inherently filthy about being exposed the way I was, almost completely nude and finding him fully dressed as he took what he wanted from me.

The thought had me bucking back against him.

This pleased my husband. I know this because he pulled his tongue out of me long enough to growl, “If you want to come, you’ll fuck my mouth.”

I did want to come. I craved it more than anything. I wanted it to fill his mouth. I wanted him to taste it. I was a good girl.

For him, I would be anything he wanted me to be.