Hypnotized, I consent to actions that I’d roll my eyes and laugh at if this were a book. Clutching the back of my hair, Santino deepens the kiss. For a few moments, he holds me to him. When I inhale as if I’ve spent two hours at a luxury spa, Santino speaks again. “Describe the taste to me, Bella.”
“Good.”Damn girl, You’ve wine tasted up and down the coastline of Italy, Spain, and France. Good? Enhance your vocabulary, Gina!
“Succulent.” He smiles. My pussy lips convulse violently, petitioning his return. “Kneel.”
I go straight to my knees.
“When my cock is in your mouth, Gina, I’ll teach you how to get all me down that pretty throat of yours.”
“Ok . . .”
“You have a beautiful voice. Now’s not the time to use it.”
“O . . .”Shit, Gina, shut up already!
“You will gag; that’s acceptable. I want to hear the sound of you slurping loudly. When I say so, you have permission to use those fingers to fuck your cunt.” His fingertips trace my shoulder, up to my neck. The deed brings my eyes level to his. “Understand one thing, Bella. You will never be able to satisfy yourself as much as I do.”
Though my nipples are hard from excitement, I can’t imagine this.
“Soon, I’ll be in your head, Gina.” He places two fingers against my forehead. “You won’t want to cum unless it’s under my command.”
At first, I’m petrified. Someone in my head? To weed past thoughts of vulnerability. To visualize how I perceive failures and successes as one and the same. As if my achievements are fiascos waiting to happen.
But then my mouth curls into a grin. Sounds like a beautiful dream. In minutes, it will become my reality. When Santino’s actions shatter my heart in the future, his command will transfigure into my beautiful nightmare . . . To be left only wanting to cum under the control of Santino Morelli. I submit to his dangerous game, with no thought as to how it will unravel and be my complete undoing later.
12
Santino
At the sight of Gina, her satiny brown skin, those gorgeous eyes, and curves as robust as a vineyard, I’ve come undone. I think back to the feeling of finding my apartment empty. Gina had left me with more than the stiffest erection I’d ever have; she had broken my heart. First time, in what I’ll later learn, is just the beginning of many.
Her audacity from then and her nervousness now becomes my fuel. So for a few seconds, my ‘good guy’ aspirations fade, as Gina’s eyeing my piece. Unable to wait, I slam deep into her wetness, taking no time to ease into it. I know how far my cock can go before training needs to kick in. My thigh muscles jerk slightly as her hot mouth envelops me.
Gina sighs in relief. She’s anticipating her next move as she slides me in and out. I focus where her mouth stops. Halfway. Though I’m getting off, no doubt, this just won’t do. I stroke Gina’s hair from her face. I let her get in a few soft moans before making my first command.
“Lick the head of my dick, Bella.”
The warmth of her mouth leaves my cock. She’s stirring her tongue over my erection, feeling over the veins. Her gaze flits upward to meet mine as if begging for a sign as to how well she’s done. I smile at her willingness and widen my stance.
“No hands on my dick, Bella. We will teach you to suck me all the way down. You may use those tiny fingers to knead my balls.”
Gina’s eyes sparkle in my direction as she moans, deriving pleasure from the order. Her silky palms get to work, firmly rolling my testicles. Satisfied by the power I have over her, I issue the next order.
“With one finger, you may touch your pussy.” I growl as she has already begun to move. “Slow the fuck down, baby. You won’t want me speed-fucking that tight pussy until I break you nicely first.”
Her pretty browns look up apologetically, and she moans against my dick.
My tone softens again. “Dip your finger inside of your cunt. Swirl that delicious nectar over your clit.”
With her working her pussy and kneading my balls, Gina hasn’t noticed her throat loosening. She licks and blows the tip, an ecstasy I never imagined from not thoroughly sucking me in. But then Gina’s deep-throating another few inches. As she plunges more of my cock into her mouth, my hips drive forward, fucking her hot, wet mouth.
“Keep sucking Daddy in, just like that, Bella. I knew you had it in you.” My words seem to coax Gina on.
My shaft is cradled deep into her mouth. A tingling sensation travels from the base of my dick to the tip. With a fist tangled into Gina’s hair, I force fuck my cock down her throat, harder, deeper, harder. She’s slurping and moaning. Those sensual noises curl my toes, driving me wild. I thrust my hips forward, meeting her tight, wet mouth.
“You’re mine, Gina,” I say; voice a low, husky growl. She loses control as if swallowing the tip of my dick with her tonsils. My erection throbs in her mouth as I release.
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