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I wakeGio up the next morning with his thick cock in my mouth. I flick the fat tip with my tongue before enveloping him whole. His generous length easily reaches the back of my throat. I fight my gag reflex, breathing through my nose, and suck like my life depends on it.
Drowsiness quickly fades as his electric blue eyes darken into sapphires. He lies back against the pillows and headboard, muscular arms folded behind his head. He’s so damn sexy, a Mafia king carved and chiseled of marble, lying among the thousand thread count sheets like it’s his throne.
Blow jobs have never been my favorite. Enzo loves them. I’ve tolerated them for his sake.
But as my tongue chases a thick, protruding vein along Gio’s shaft, a deep soul-burning desire wakes in me. A fire that sparks in my belly, one that I’ve never felt before, that only his dick deep inside me can put out. My pussy aches in jealousy at the thought.
I reach between my legs for some relief and touch myself. My fingers rub my clit as my moan vibrates on his cock. His answer is a rumble deeper than thunder. It rolls from his broad, sculpted chest, his fingers digging into my hair. He guides me.
Up. Down. Up. Down. Faster.Sloppier.
My eyes water. I’m slobbering all over his cock. The messier the better. His grip in my hair tightens, forcing me down ’til his fat tip bruises the back of my throat. I make the most of it—this is a performance like any other, and I’m a performer. I give my all.
Suck the fucking soul out of him.
The room fills with nothing but the sloppy, wet noises of me taking him to the hilt. I’m swallowing his cock whole, mouth open as wide as possible to take his thick length in full. Every muscle of his trim, shredded body tenses. His breathing more ragged than ever. He’s close.
I come up and swirl my tongue along his tip and alternate my technique. Let my tongue ride the length of him. When I reach his balls, I take one into my mouth, and suck on the sac filled with what I want shooting down my throat.
His head lolls back against the pillows. His low, husky groan is its own reward. Encouraged and determined, I sink back down onto his cock, if possible deeper than before, gagging as I take every last inch. Without warning, Gio comes.
He holds me in position, filling my mouth with every drop of his seed. I do my best to swallow it all as it floods my mouth. Some dribbles down my chin and onto the sheets. I waste no time, scooping it up with my finger, sucking it into my mouth. He groans and fists his cock. His broad chest rises and falls for every breath. The dark glisten in his eyes elicits a tingle down my spine. He’s getting hard again, his cock rising in all its monstrous glory.
Before either of us can make a move, his phone goes off. Irritation flashes across his stony features as he stretches an arm out to the nightstand. He answers with a grunt. I drop down among the many pillows and watch him, the strap of my negligee low on my shoulder. I make no attempt to hide the fact that my hand is back between my thighs. They’re spread wide enough to offer him a prime view as I toy with my pussy, fingers drawing circles on my clit and slick folds. My stomach may be full with his cum, but this pussy needs to be too.
ASAP.
I watch him as his impatience builds. Whoever’s on the other end speaks fast and with a thick New Yorker type of accent. His gaze lands on me playing with myself. I can see the exact moment his lids hood and eyes darken with carnal lust. His jaw clenches down harder, as if fighting it with every fiber of his being. He gets off the bed and turns his back on me.
“All right, I’ll handle it,” he says in a growl. “There’s no need. It’ll get done.”
When he hangs up, he moves over to the closet and slides a leg into the first pair of boxer briefs in the drawer. Not his usual finessed, composed self, he puts on dark gray slacks and grapples with buckling his belt. I sit up among the pillows with a pout, hand still selfishly between my legs. If he doesn’t get back here and blow my back out! Ugh!
“Don’t tell me you’re leaving!” I whine.
“Important business to handle. A lot happened last night before I almost broke thatcazzo’shand over you.” He moves on to the accent chair in the corner to put on his leather wingtip shoes.
“But can’t it wait? Five minutes for a quickie.”
“It’s time sensitive. I get back in that bed with you, I’m not coming out for at least an hour. That pretty pussy of yours is too delectable to give up in five minutes.”
Warmth flushes over my skin hearing his smooth accent talk about my pussy. I pet her some more, still unabashedly offering him a primetime viewing. If I tease him enough, how can he turn me down? My essence is slippery on my fingers as I play with my folds.
It distracts him for a moment as good as any hypnosis before he forces his gaze away. He finishes putting on his shoes and then rises.
“You keep playing with that pretty pussy like that, trying to sabotage me, and I’ll have to punish you later.”
I moan obscenely and lick my own juices off my fingers.
Lust flashes in his blue orbs. He strides over and drops a kiss on my lips. His hand travels between my legs, cupping my wet, warm pussy in his palm. He massages my little disappointed nub with his thumb and sinks two fingers inside me. His digits are immediately coated, considering I’m soaking wet. I bite down on my lip and attempt to squeeze my thighs together to trap his hand. Yes, I am that shameless. No, I do not give a fuck.
“Later,” he promises as he stands up and takes his hand away. He breathes in my scent from his fingers like it’s his favorite scent in the world then begrudgingly returns to getting dressed. “I want you facedown, ass up when I get back.”
“That’s only who knows how many hours from now. Another day trapped in this suite. You could at least leave me with a bathroom that has a decent showerhead.” I’m still pouting when he throws me a look over his shoulder, his brow cocked. I shrug. “What? A girl’s been lonely in this penthouse these past few days. The showerhead in the bathroom doesn’t have enough pressure to get me off.”
