Page 144 of Valentino

He fucks me with his hand, at piston pace. And at this angle, with my legs up in a squatting position, he hits my G-spot every time. “Val,” I pant, “My mother….”

Oh God, I tip my head back and see stars.

He puts his mouth to my ear. “I had to finish work early so I could come and feed my greedy little tight cunt,” he sneers as his hand becomes violent.

I shudder hard at his crude words.

What the hell, this is…beyond…. I mean, words like that should turn me off…but I can hear sirens as my ovaries begin to chant for the orgasm.

Yes…yes…. Yes…fucking…yes.

He latches his teeth into my neck and bites hard, and I convulse as an orgasm so strong slams me into the back of the wall.

My vision nearly blacks out.

He bends and pulls my panties to the side and sucks me there, his tongue lapping up my orgasm as I grip to his head for dear life.

Oh.

My.

God.

With one last deep suck, he stands and with his dark eyes locked on mine, he licks his lips. “Delicious,” he mouths.

Without another word he turns and leaves.

I sit on the washing machine, knees up around my ears, scrambling for a coherent thought. My legs shake as I try to put them down on the ground, and my heart is slamming against my chest.

What in the ever-loving fuck was that?

I hold on to the wall for balance as I try to fix my panties and pull down my dress.

Perspiration dusts my skin and I open the door and I hear Val laugh out loud, and my mother does too.

Don’t laugh at him, Mom, if you only knew the depraved things he just said and did to your daughter on the washing machine.

I walk into the bathroom and catch sight of the defiled woman in the mirror. Hair disheveled, teeth marks in her neck, and Valentino Leone’s pheromones imprinted deeply into her soul.

I clean myself up and wash my face, I can hear them talking. Casually chatting about God knows what as if everything is normal.

But nothing will ever be normal again…he’s ruined me. No man will ever live up to the standards he has set.

I’ve peaked, at the pinnacle of all men.

“Anna. I’m home,” Valentino calls. “What are you doing in there?”

Fighting to survive that orgasm…what do you think?

“Coming,” I call, I make my way down to the kitchen to see Val sitting at the kitchen counter with my mom, wineglass in hand and naughty boy written all over his face.

“Hi.” I smile, embarrassed. I feel like a complete deviant and surely my mother can sense what I’ve been doing a mile off.

Val gives me the best come-fuck-me look of all time and taps the stool beside him.

“Haha.” I fake a laugh as I sit down, honestly…. Couldn’t make this up if I tried.

“You look beautiful today.” He pushes my hair back behind my shoulder as he gives me a soft smile. “Doesn’t she?” he says to my mother.