“Show me how sorry you are,” he growled and flicked the clasp of his trousers open. The zipper sliding down was a loud tear in the quiet room. “Show me you deserve to come.”
Nico pushed his pants down his thighs and then crossed his arms over his chest. It was my turn, his part was over.
I licked my lips and slowly drug my hands down the cut lines of his abs. What this monster didn’t realize was that the secret to giving good head was enjoying it. And I fuckinglovedit.
It was time to show him how much power this position gave me.
I tugged his form-fitting boxers down his legs with a vicious yank. He didn’t wobble. They said revenge was a dish best served cold, and the way his cock stuck out, straining straight and stiff, it was the perfect opportunity.
My fingers cupped his balls, kneading the taught sack hard. I leaned forward and ran my tongue along his length. I knew he was huge, but as I tasted him, I was not only confronted with the sheer size of him, but the aesthetic beauty. He was velvety soft. Thick veins ran under the surface. And the tip? It was perfectly soft.
A bead of precum leaked out, ready for the flick of my tongue.
“Mmm, delicious,” I moaned.
Nico’s breath hitched. It was the only tell. Otherwise, he remained a figure of stone, standing over me.
I took my time, running my tongue up and down while squeezing and massaging his balls. At the end, I swirled my tongue around his tip, pushing it between my lips, teasing before leaving to lick again.
When I was good and ready, I pulled him into my mouth. It was maybe an inch. Hollowing my cheeks, I sucked hard.
Nico cursed in Italian.
I grinned and bobbed my head. Each thrust was shallow. Controlled. Agonizing. My pussy was so damn wet. I wondered what he would do if I touched myself. But this right now was about him. He’d edged me. This was me turning the tables.
Switching between long licks and short bursts of sucking, I drew out the oral pleasure. His body began to shake. The small quivers were a clue that I was torturing him. I took his cock a little deeper and made the sucking last a little longer. My fingers shifted to the end of his shaft, and I pumped him slowly.
A strained groan left his lips. That was the signal I was looking for. His iron control was sufficiently frayed. It was time to unleash the beast and send him over the edge.
Because my hands were bound, I grabbed only one thigh to brace myself against instead of both solid trunks. I swallowed his cock—
And then tapped three times.
Whether Nico understood the signal or he snapped, it was hard to say. But he did exactly what I wanted him to do. He took control. Pulling his hips back, hethrust into my mouth with a vicious snap of his hips. I focused on my breathing. My eyes fluttered closed, and I took every drop of his brutality as he fucked my mouth.
“I knew fucking this dirty mouth was going to be the death of me,” he hissed.
Maybe it would kill us both.
I shifted my thighs together, knowing I wouldn’t be able to wait much longer for my own release.
But there was no holding the monster back. Nico was right there. In seconds, he pushed down my throat and emptied himself with a strangled groan.
I swallowed every last drop.
“Cazzo, non me l’aspettavo,” he rasped. His voice was raw, as though he’d been screaming.
I pulled back, lips sucking tight as they skimmed his length. When I released him with an audible pop, I leaned back on my heels and looked up into his beautiful face.
“What did that mean?”
Ragged breaths filled the space between us. “I said, I wasn’t expecting that.”
“What?” I smirked. “That I give great head?”
He nodded, brows drawing together. “That you’d swallow.”
I pressed a kiss against the side of his still stiff erection. This wasn’t the time to confess it was the first time I’d done it without protection. I’d never tasted another man. Nico’s ego didn’t need that truth right now.
