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That was a start, albeit one that was not enough to let her have one of the expensive pills. But I wouldn't tell her that, of course.
Before she even got close to my pants, I buried my fingers in her hair and gathered it into a braid so none of it hung in her face.
"You have a pretty definite idea," I muttered, watching her from narrowed eyes as she fiddled with my belt until it came undone.
Seconds later, my pants gathered around my feet.
Wide-eyed, she stared at my cock. "I'm not sure I "
She left the sentence unfinished. Whether it was because I pushed her head forward or because she tried anyway would remain a mystery.
Satisfied, I watched as one of her hands closed around the shaft and she approached my glans with her lips.
My eyes fell shut as I felt the warmth of her mouth around me. Only now did I notice I had been holding my breath, so I released a first, careful breath, although it was costing me some control again not to intervene and show her how to suck, lick and blow me the right way.
Her experience with world-shattering blowjobs was very limited. Much to my regret, because that made her the worst possible choice as a partner for the entire night.
I had neither the time nor the nerve to support any chick in the first steps of sexual awakening and to attend it with loving company. I wanted to fuck. Hard. Fast. To inflict pain and find my pleasure in it.
I buried my hands more firmly in her hair and directed her head a little. But it wasn't the right angle, nor was it particularly fun to feel her lips and tongue on my cock.
It was ordinary. Not exciting or in a way that made me want more. While it would have been easy to end things and just fuck her in the mouth until I came and then send her back to the club, I still had experienced none of the things I had wanted to do tonight.
I pulled her back by her hair and to her feet. "I want you in a different way," I growled, looking at her with that challenge that would condemn her.
She licked her lips and rose from her position in front of me. "You're so damn big, it might hurt."
"topolina, that's the whole point." With a smirk, I watched as shock reflected on her features for a few seconds.
Then ambition awoke in her, and she nodded. I bet she was one of the women who would later tell everyone that she had hard, anonymous sex.
Before she left, I had to remind her not to tell about our brief interlude– or I'd find her and make sure she never told anything to anyone ever again.
No matter how much I fucked, it was more than important to me to maintain my privacy. And sadly, that didn't happen with all the women talking about it with their girlfriends.
"Undress and sit on the desk,topolina," I ordered. anticipation gathering in my stomach.
12
Gia
My gaze slid over my appearance in the mirror. From the depths of my dresser I’d fished out a dress I hadn't worn in years. Black leather. Short enough to guess the curves of my body and yet long enough to still leave enough room for fantasies.
My breasts were advantageously squeezed by the tight top. In combination with the choker that I had put around my neck, I looked as if I had sprung directly from a fashion magazine that had gone with a vampire theme.
Instead of high heels, I had resorted to my boots, and now I was standing there staring at myself, wondering if I was really stupid enough to get right into an Uber that would take me tothe Tyche.
When I hung out in clubs, they were usually in Naples and not outside. I didn't go to clubs where I knew from experience what kind of shady clientele hung out there.
I wondered ifthe Tychewas mainly frequented by theoffspring of the mafia and if that alone made it a bad idea to go there. Maybe I wouldn't even be let in, and then I would have made the entire trip for nothing.
However, it was Friday evening, I felt a certain sense of boredom and wanted to experience something. Even if it was just a short trip tothe Tyche tosee if I happened to run into Dario. By chance. I almost laughed at myself.
After the kiss we had shared before he had disappeared, I’d hated myself for my rejection of him.
What had gotten into me when I had assured him it was better to leave the sex at one time? Dario was not a man you only fucked once. That wouldn't satisfy anyone. On the contrary. It awakened the desire for more and I had not granted myself the satisfaction. Which, in hindsight, hadn’t been the brightest idea.
Maybe he would give me another chance if I backed him into a corner as unexpectedly as he had done to me.
