I frowned.
“Pretty please.”
Chapter nineteen
Sucking the Devil Off
My heart raced.
I took another moment to savor his submission, knowing this night could be the first and last of that. Still, the thrill of havinghim beg was a heady rush, a power high that I was not ready to relinquish.
I got right in front of his cock.
Gianni watched me.
Slowly, deliberately, I sank to my knees before him. The plush carpet pressed against them.
My focus was entirely on him, and on the powerful, throbbing cock that I had been driving him to the edge of madness with. The sight of that length so achingly close now, made my breath hitch with excitement.
I reached out, my fingers trembling slightly as they wrapped around the base of his cock.
Alright, girl. . .now it’s time to back all of that up.
But how would I do that when I had no idea how to suck cock in the first place?
On my knees, I traced my fingers along his length, exploring every inch of its heat and hardness. The way he throbbed in my hand was amazing. And still as I gazed up at Gianni, watching me with pure, raw intensity, I became intoxicated on the power I had over him.
Okay. Let’s see.
First, I did what felt instinctual.
Since seeing the tip, I’d wanted to kiss it.
So that was what I did.
My lips brushed the tip of his cock gently, and it twitched in my hand. His breath hitched as I did this, and then a ragged moan escaped him.
Good. He liked that.
Encouraged, I pressed a bit harder, glancing up to see him biting his lip. The sight was so damn electrifying—knowing I could have this effect on him.
Then, not quite daring to take him in my mouth yet, I kissed down the length of him. Each kiss was a gentle exploration. That cock pulsed with heat beneath my lips.
His breaths came out shaky. “Very good, Princess.”
I was too determined to suck him off correctly that I didn’t even correct him on the princess part.
“Now give me that tongue, Princess.” And with a deranged groan he whispered, “Please.”
Aww. I’m teaching him manners.
At his request, I let my tongue flick out to taste him.
Mmmm.
He was salty and uniquely addicting.
And then I licked his length some more like it was a big sugary lollipop, lapping at the shaft and even that one vein pulsing beneath the skin. My tongue danced along that fat cock, leaving a trail of moisture in its wake.
