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“In your mouth,” he growled. “I need to get inside your mouth again.”
I lowered myself to my knees. Giulio didn’t hesitate in putting his cock to my lips. His blue gaze was feverish, wild, and it made me wonder which one of us wanted this more.
Because if he wanted it even half as much as I did, then we were in trouble.
“Va bene,” he crooned as he slipped past my lips and onto my tongue. I sucked hard, drawing him deep. He didn’t look away and instead concentrated on my mouth.
His free hand rested on my head, almost petting me. “Dio, your mouth is so hot and wet. I could fuck it for days. That’s it. You’re so eager, aren’t you? You need my come again, no?”
In answer, I flicked and swirled my tongue, giving him extra stimulation. Then I took him to the back of my mouth, while I tried to relax my jaw and my throat. I wanted all of him.
I swallowed around the head of his cock, and his thighs tightened under my palms. “Cazzo! I wish I could fuck your throat. Oh, Alessio. The things I would do to you if I had time.”
His hand moved to the top of my head and he began rocking his hips, fucking my mouth. It was similar to Málaga, but better. This time I knew what he liked. I knew he wanted it deep and messy, to overtake me. He got off on the degradation, the control. Of having a man on his knees, servicing him.
But not just any man. Me.
“I wanted it to be you. And I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it since.”
I stared up at him, his head thrown back, face slack with pleasure. He was using me, but I held all the power. I controlled this, not him.
It was time to prove it.
I moaned around his thick shaft, sending vibrations through his flesh. Then I cupped his balls, rolling them in my fingers. His muscles began to tremble. “So good,” he muttered. “It’s too good.”
I pulled off with a pop. His dick bobbed in front of me while I massaged his balls. Giulio frowned, his breathing uneven. “What are you doing? Make me come, assassino.”
“Beg me, principe.” Bending, I ran the flat of my tongue over his sac. “Then I’ll let you shoot down my throat.”
He grabbed his cock and began stroking. “Maybe I’ll shoot on your face instead.”
“You know that isn’t what you want.” I held his wrist, making it impossible for him to jack off. “You would much rather fuck my mouth, no?”
A bead of fluid leaked from the head of his dick. I licked it up with the tip of my tongue.
“Figlio d’un cane!” he hissed. “Dai, Alessio. Per favore. Prendilo in bocca.”
“Still giving orders. But you did say please.”
I swallowed him down, taking even more than before, and sucked hard. I dedicated myself to the task. Bobbed my head. Worked a steady rhythm. Kept my tongue flat and the pressure tight. My own cock throbbed in my pants, but I ignored it.
“Perfetto . . . Ah, sì. Non smettere.”
He didn’t need to worry, I wasn’t stopping.
Seconds later, he shouted and come shot onto my tongue, the salty taste of him flooding my senses. His dick pulsed as his balls emptied into my mouth, while his fingers clutched my hair. It went on and on, like he’d been saving it up for me.
The idea of that got me so fucking hot.
I resisted the urge to open my throat. After Málaga, I knew what he wanted.
Finally, he stopped twitching and tilted his head toward me. His skin was flushed, eyes glazed from his orgasm, but I could see the eagerness, the anticipation. “Are you holding it all in your mouth, like a good slut?”
I jerked my chin once, his semen rolling over my tongue.
“Va bene.” He stepped back to put his cock away. When he was zipped and buttoned, he stroked my head, pushing my hair out of my face. “So big and dangerous. But put a cock in your mouth and you’re so eager. So needy.”
I waited, knees screaming in pain, my cock begging for attention. But there was a reason why we both couldn’t forget Málaga. I wouldn’t disappoint him.
