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Not just any man.
Tácito.
Does Valentino know I still harbor doubts? If so, he is doing a bang up job of quieting them.
“You heard him. Tácito is ready to taste what you’ve been keeping from us.” Valentino raises his shiny fingers in front of me. I follow them as he puts them in his mouth and sucks my essence from his digits with a loud, “Mmm.”
“Valentino, this waiting is torture,” Tácito groans.
“Good. Although your waiting is nearing an end, don’t forget your part in why we’re here.” He gently pushes me again. “Now, remember to face the chair. And tell me everything you feel. Make me wish I was in Tácito’s place. I want to know how you feel as he pleases you.”
Too tempted by the possibility, I don’t argue with Valentino. The anticipation building inside me is almost painful at this point. While I crawl up to Tácito, he positions himself to lie flat for me. I swing a leg to straddle his face but hesitate to sit on his eager mouth.
“Sit, principessa. He’s hungry, and it isn’t nice to tease a starving man with a feast just out of reach.” Valentino sits in his chair that might as well be a throne. He spreads his legs and unbuckles his pants before releasing his dick to my view.
I turn accusing eyes toward him. Last night he refused to let me touch him. Now he teases me. I open my mouth to protest but a yelp escapes when Tácito grabs my thighs and slams me down onto his greedy mouth. He’s run out of patience and I’ve run out of time.
Valentino’s attention shifts to the hands tenderly imprisoning my thighs. His lips firm, but he doesn’t voice his disapproval. Meanwhile, Tácito gives me no quarter, immediately licking and nibbling me with gentle swipes of his tongue and grazes from his teeth while I try to catch my breath.
For the almost out-of-control lust I saw on his face earlier, Tácito’s sweet seduction pushes me off balance. His moans fill the bedroom, his loud enjoyment easy for me and Valentino to hear. As his wet tongue firms and enters me, I gasp and close my eyes to the sensations sweeping my body.
“You’re too quiet, principessa,” Valentino grits. His self control is a tangible force in the room.
I’m no match for him. I try to speak, but every time I find my voice, Tácito swirls his tongue and I lose all ability to string more than one word together. Like our first kiss, Tácito takes his time, an explorer intent on discovering every sensitive nerve I have.
All of a sudden, a sharp sting at my nipple causes me to spring my eyes open. Valentino stands…not furious but something similar.
“Words, principessa. Give me your words.” He takes my hand and rubs the spot he pinched, soothing the sharp sting away. “What are you feeling?”
Words I never imagined come pouring out of me. “Open. Vulnerable. Weak. Flayed with pleasure like I’ve never experienced. A torture so sweet I never want it to end.”
Valentino sharply inhales and pulls my head back to lean over me. His lips are so close. Will he fill me while Tácito makes a meal of my pussy? My core tightens at the thought.
“Would you like to give Tácito a taste of what he’s doing to you?”
I nod so eagerly I bump Valentino’s face.
“I’ll allow it. It serves him right for making a move without my direction.”
I’m not sure what Valentino is referring to, but the prospect of touching Tácito and giving him even half the pleasure he is delivering to me with his innocent mouth is too enticing.
“Lean forward and take him into your hand.”
Valentino’s direction takes a few seconds to penetrate the lusty fog filling my brain. When his meaning clicks, I glance at him to make sure I haven’t misheard him. He quirks his brow as he waits for me to comply.
I turn my attention to Tácito’s dick, hard and curling toward me above a nest of curls. I reach out for him and stroke his length. He jerks in my hold; his thighs contract, emphasizing the shape of his muscles. A whimper comes from between my thighs and the sound strokes my ego.
I have the power to make Tácito beg.
I recall Valentino’s demands for me. “He’s so warm. Hard and soft.” I lick my lips as precum spills from his dick.
“You want to taste him?”
I peer back at Tácito, who will have no idea what we’re discussing until I follow through on Valentino’s commands.
“Don’t look at him. I’m the one you need to please right now.”
“Yes, I want to taste him.”
