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I swallowed nervously and leaned forward, tracing my tongue around the rim of his shaft. I could taste the sweetness of my own arousal along with a decadent saltiness that was decisively his. It was far more delicious than I anticipated.
I licked him again.
His fingers petted the top of my head and wrapped around the back of my scalp, and then his cock pressed directly against my lips. He thrust gently and I opened for him, reveling in the feeling of him sliding against my tongue.
“You’re going to have to show a little more enthusiasm, baby girl, unless you want that little bottom whipped with my belt after I’m through with your mouth,” he warned, the seductive thrall in his voice addictive.
I whimpered and closed my lips around him, edging forward and then backwards as I swirled my tongue around his length. The more of him I took in my mouth, the more confident I felt. It felt to be good to be put on my knees before him and I wanted to please him after all the pleasure he had given me.
I enjoyed the taste of myself on him, so much so that I suckled him more aggressively. His fingers dug into my scalp and I moaned around his length. He thrust into my mouth a bit more roughly after that and I gagged for a moment, trying to gather myself against the unexpected movement. Then he did it again.
He took control of me.
He’d allowed my tentative explorations for so long, but I’d reached my limits. Now he pistoned into my mouth, pushing his cock deeper into my throat before I was ready. I found it hard to breathe and as I started to panic, he spoke to me.
“Time your breath, baby girl,” he murmured, and I tried to obey. It took some time to figure out his pacing, but eventually I learned to pull in air when he moved and to breathe out around him when he pushed back down my throat.
Still, even as I learned to take him, it was painful. His cock was large, and it spread my lips open wide. He used my throat hard and in no time at all, my near virginal throat started to get sore. I knew he didn’t care though. Leaving all my holes sore was his goal.
My pussy pulsed hard.
The crowd below cheered me on, the window low enough to reveal to all of them exactly what I was doing. They could see his hands gripping my head as he thrust in and out of my mouth, using it as hard as he saw fit.
Tears trailed down my cheeks, unbidden. I wondered if the mascara I’d been wearing the night before was running down my cheeks, revealing how much this man had made me sob with my pleasure and his own.
Matteo groaned and my entire body throbbed hotly at the sound. There was nothing sexier than knowing that he was enjoying me just as much as I had enjoyed him.
His thighs trembled and I placed my palms against him, doing my very best to swallow his length because that’s
what he demanded of me.
He growled and shook a little, before his cock throbbed on top of my tongue. I sucked him harder and more fervently than ever, sweeping my mouth thoroughly around the head of his shaft until he quaked a little harder and groaned a bit more noisily.
His cock throbbed again and all at once, his hot seed spurted into the back of my throat.
I’d never swallowed before, but I doubted he would expect anything less. I did my best to take every last drop because he was the king and I was his subject.
That wasn’t the only reason though. I swallowed because I wanted to. I took it all because it made me wet.
He growled and thrust into me roughly. Then he pulled out of my mouth just as quickly. He wiped the wetness from my lips with his thumb before forcing it back into my mouth to suck clean.
“Very good, little girl. I’m proud of you,” he said warmly. He turned and took the blanket from the windowsill, before he closed the window. The show was over.
He offered me a hand and helped me to my feet. His arms surrounded me with warmth, and he lifted me off the floor and strode over to the bed. He moved the covers out of the way and tucked me beneath them.
I watched as he dressed, almost sad to see him cover up those glistening muscles. He tucked his cock into his slacks and buttoned up his shirt before he looked at me once more.
“You will get some rest for the rest of the afternoon. Tonight, you’ll be joining me for dinner,” he said. There was obvious expectation in his voice, and I bit my lip as I appraised him.
“Yes, Your Majesty,” I answered, my entire body humming with sensation.
He left the room after that and I just sat there in his bed. Or my bed. Was this his room? Where even was I?
I pressed my fingers to my forehead, feeling dazed and confused and more intensely satisfied than I had ever been in my life.
Perhaps this was all a dream, or it was some made-up hallucination. Maybe I’d lost my mind, but none of that made sense.
Matteo Giovanni Santaro was real and he’d been true to his word. My entire body felt numb and he’d left my mouth, my pussy, and my virgin asshole sore just like he’d promised that he would.
