Sexting My Ex’s Dad (Forbidden Silver Foxes)

35. Stella

35

STELLA

“ K neel for me,” Elio says in that smooth, captivating voice of his. It’s a command, but somehow it also sounds like a plea… or maybe my brain is so foggy that’s how it took it. Elio Lombardi is not the kind of man who begs.

I swallow hard, unable to tear my gaze away from his, and slowly lower myself onto my knees. My eyes flicker down, catching sight of his erection straining against the fabric of his boxers. The intensity of his desire is evident, and it makes me feel powerful that it’s all for me – no other woman.

“Look at me, Stella,” he murmurs, his eyes never leaving mine.

As if in a trance, I obey, lifting my head to meet his intense gaze. Elio reaches out, gently running his fingers through my long, wavy brown hair before gripping it firmly. A shiver runs down my spine as he pulls my head closer, the heat radiating from his body enveloping me.

I expect him to kiss me, but he doesn’t, making the truth clear. This is a punishment, and if I was sane, I wouldn’t get any pleasure out of it. But, I’m not sane. Elio has made sure of that.

He releases his grip on my hair just long enough to push his boxers down, his erection springing free. The sight of his arousal is intoxicating. I’ve never gotten to really look at it before…it’s never out long before he has it deep inside of me.

“Open up for me,” Elio instructs gently, placing the tip of his cock at my lips.

I part them hesitantly, feeling a thrill ripple through me as he positions himself at the entrance to my mouth.

“Be my good girl,” Elio whispers in my ear as I shiver at the sensation of his breath on my skin. His words send a mix of fear and desire coursing through me, my inner voice wrestling with the decision to give in or resist.

But the intensity in his eyes tells me there’s no room for resistance tonight. And deep down, something inside me craves the surrender he’s asking for.

“Okay,” I manage to choke out, hands trembling as they rest on his thighs. His fingers thread through my hair once more, guiding my head down until the tip of his cock brushes against my lips.

I part my lips more and let him push himself inside my mouth, instantly filling it with the taste of him. He’s smooth and tastes clean. I’ve never had a man in my mouth before because I never thought I’d enjoy it, but I feel like I’ll enjoy every second of this.

My tongue tentatively explores his length, swirling around the head before tracing the underside of his shaft. “Mmm,” Elio groans above me, the sound sending shivers of satisfaction through me.

I take him deeper into my mouth. My breaths come in shallow gasps, my eyes watering, as I try to take him deeper like in the books I’ve read. Even if I’m not perfect, Elio doesn’t say anything, his eyes shut and groaning every once in a while.

What else can I try? I like making him feel good.

I reach up and cup his balls, feeling their weight in my hand as I continue to work my mouth along his length. He lets out a guttural moan, his hips bucking forward instinctively.

“Yes baby girl,” he praises, his voice thick with lust. It’s strange how much I crave his approval, considering our complicated history. His fingers tighten in my hair as he guides me deeper onto his cock.

My tongue dances around him, exploring every ridge and vein as saliva drips down my chin. My throat has never worked like this before, but I don’t stop. I can’t stop.

The heat between us is nearly unbearable, my body slick with sweat and desire as Elio’s breath comes in ragged gasps. He pulls me back from the brink just as I feel him tensing up, ready to release.

“But why…?” I ask, my face scrunched up into a frown. Why stop right before he came in my mouth.

“Turn around,” he orders, his voice low.

I obey without hesitation, my heart pounding at the thrill of submitting to him. He positions me on all fours, my hips raised and inviting. The vulnerability of this position sends a shiver down my spine, but I trust him completely.

“Grab the sheets.”

I do it quickly.

“Good girl,” he praises, and I can practically hear the smile in his voice. “Now hold on tight.”

His words send a fresh wave of arousal coursing through me, and I brace myself for what’s to come, not that anything has ever been able to brace me for Elio anyways.

Elio grips my hips firmly, holding me steady as he begins to thrust into me. The sensation is overwhelming, and I struggle to maintain my grip on the sheets.

“Stella,” he groans, his voice tinged with desperation, “you feel so fucking good.”

“Please... don’t stop,” I plead, my voice breaking as I fight to keep my composure. My thoughts are scattered, consumed by the pleasure radiating through my body. I’ve never felt more alive, more connected to another person than I do right now with Elio.

“God, you’re amazing,” he tells me, his breath hot against my ear. It’s a simple phrase, but coming from him, it feels like the highest compliment.

The heat of Elio’s body melds with mine, his rough hands gripping my hips tightly as he thrusts into me. Our skin slaps together in a primal rhythm that echoes through the room, mingling with our moans and gasps.

“Stella,” he growls, his voice low and commanding. “You’re mine.”

I can’t help but respond, desire coursing through me like wildfire. “Yes, Elio,” I pant, “yours.”

His movements become more deliberate, each thrust bringing my body closer to its release.

And then I’m coming. Hard.

My body trembles, every nerve alive and tingling with the electricity that courses through me. Elio’s grip on my hips tightens, his movements quickening as he chases his release.

“Please, Elio,” I whimper, my body desperate for the release that edges closer with each powerful thrust. “I need it...I can’t take much more.”

“Patience, Stella,” he commands, his tone firm yet tender. “We’re not done yet. I tell your body what it can take.”

As if to emphasize his point, he reaches around to tease my clit, eliciting a sharp gasp from me.