Free PunishingPhoebe by Kit Tunstall

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and the garter with the stockings.
    “You are more exquisite without the gown,”
he said, lifting his head. “Your breasts are perfect just like this.” He cupped
and lifted them together, lowering his head to lave her nipples with long
strokes of his tongue. She arched her back and tangled a hand in his hair to
bring him closer. Ripples of pleasure spread through her as he sucked on the
taut nipples, alternating his attention between both. A moan of protest escaped
her when he lifted his head.
    “Delicious.” Luca licked his lips
exaggeratedly. “I want to taste you here.” He cupped her pussy in his hand,
squeezing gently to create friction that made her writhe. With gentle prodding,
he urged her to the bed, only releasing her when she sat down.
    “You’re wearing too many clothes,” she said
in a thick voice, reaching up to push off the dark suit jacket. He helped by
shrugging it off, and she set her attention to unfastening the small buttons on
his shirt. Her hands shook with need, and she grasped the lapels, preparing to
rip open the shirt to get to him.
    With a chuckle, he put his hand over hers.
“Let me, mia tesoro . I am particularly fond of this shirt.”
    She let her hands fall to her sides,
watching him strip off the shirt. As he unbuckled his belt, she bent forward to
remove her shoes.
    “No.” His hand settled on the back of her
head. “Leave them on.”
    Phoebe let her hand fall back to the bed
and straightened. Luca pushed her gently to her back, parting her thighs. She
drew in a ragged breath when he unfastened the clasps of the garter to remove
her panties, rubbing his thumb down her slit. She rested her feet on the bed,
letting the heels sink into the mattress to provide support.
    Luca lowered his head to lick her, and she
arched her hips, lifting her lower body off the bed to meet him. His tongue was
hot as it probed her secret places, making her pussy cream. She thrust her hips
as he sucked her clit until she was crying out with pleasure. Hands gripping
the bed covers, she let herself come.
    Lifting his head, he grinned. “Your pussy
is so soft, with such fine hair.” He traced a finger down her. “I could spend
days between your legs.”
    She shook her head. “You would find that
unsatisfying.” He got to his feet, and she locked her legs around his thighs.
“Your cock is so hard. Waiting days would give you the bluest balls.”
    He laughed, but the sound cut off abruptly
when she loosened her grip to bring up her feet. “Stand up.”
    To her surprise, he extended a hand to help
her to her feet. She took it, puzzled. Seconds later, his intent was clear.
Phoebe gripped the post of the bed, bending forward slightly to elevate her
buttocks. Luca left briefly to deal with protection. When he returned, he stood
behind her, his cock pressing against her opening.
    The bedpost provided necessary support as
her knees trembled when he surged deep inside her. “Luca,” she whispered. The
heels and position opened her more fully to his possession, and he stretched
her to the limit. Each thrust hit exactly the right spots to heighten her
arousal.
    He cupped her breasts, circling his thumbs
around her nipples. “So good.” His voice sounded strained, probably from the
effort not to climax.
    Phoebe was struggling not to orgasm just
yet. The feel of his cock moving in and out of her at that angle was so
pleasurable that she wanted it to last forever. That would be a divine way to
spend the rest of her life—with Luca inside her, but she would be content to
just be with him.
    She tensed at the thought, admonishing
herself not to be thinking about a future that couldn’t happen. He didn’t love
her and never could. It was critical to keep her heart protected.
    “Do that again.” He groaned. “Tighten your
muscles.”
    The first time had been in reaction to her
thoughts, but this time, Phoebe concentrated on squeezing his cock. Tensing and
relaxing her muscles caused convulsions in