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Giovanni’s lips crush mine with an almost overwhelming force, like a wildfire blazing out of control. His hands hold my head in place as the kiss deepens, his tongue pressing against mine and exploring with fierce determination. The intensity of the moment is undeniable, a force that cannot be denied or contained. My resolve weakens, and I find myself giving in, returning the passionate embrace.
But my anger hasn't subsided. In the heat of the moment, I bite down hard on his lip, tasting blood – the metallic flavor coating my tongue. He pulls back with a pained gasp and touches his wounded lip.
Giovanni flips me over and then his breath is hot against my ear. "You're such a brat. Always trying to run away. If you do it again," he warns, "I'll put you in a cage."
His words should scare me, but instead, they ignite something within me.
"Oh, yeah?" I goad him. His hand starts to caress my backside.
"Maybe I want that, hm?" I ask him. "Maybe I want to see whether you'll really do it. Know just how much of a man you really are." I can't help but moan as his hand comes down roughly on my behind, the sting of pain igniting arousal through me.
He pulls back and I muster all my strength and shove him onto the bed. Climbing on top of him, I hold him down with a fierce determination that surprises even me.
In one swift motion, Giovanni rips my panties off. It's as if we both have the same idea. Because, as I move to sit on his face, he pulls my hips forward and soon I find myself riding his face. My hips gyrate, grinding against his lips and tongue as he tastes me.
"Fuck, Lulu," he says. "You taste so fucking good and you look incredible."
I don't respond. I just continue to ride his face, bringing myself closer and closer to my goal.
"Come on my tongue," he moans, sensing that I'm close. "I want to taste every last bit of you."
As I ride his face, I move my fingers down to tease my clit, and before long, I climax – the sensation washing over me with an intensity I've never experienced before. My body trembles, my breath coming in ragged gasps as I feel my release spread across his face like a victorious claim.
The adrenaline from my climax still courses through my veins when Giovanni abruptly flips me over. My heart races from the sudden movement, and I find myself staring up at him, his dark eyes filled with a wild intensity.
"Clean my face," he orders, and I obey without hesitation, licking my juices off of his skin. The taste is intoxicating, and I feel a thrill as I run my tongue across his lips.
When I'm done, he grins wickedly and pulls me to my knees. He teases me with his cock, hitting my face with it.
"Just how much do you want this cock, brat?" he asks me, humiliating me. "Is that why you're misbehaving so badly? Because you want this sort of punishment?"
The words that spill from his mouth are degrading, but they only serve to fuel the fire inside me. He denies me the ability to suck on his cock, watching my frustration grow with every passing second.
Finally, he shoves his cock deep down my throat, relentlessly face-fucking me. His hands grip the back of my head, and I can barely breathe. But he doesn't stop.
"God, I love hearing you choke on my cock. It's so fucking hot, Lulu." He growls as he continues to thrust his hips into my face. "I can't wait to fuck the brattiness out of you."
Internally, I wonder if he's right – is this what I've been needing all along?
Just before he's about to come, he pulls me off his cock and bends me over the edge of the bed. He spears his fingers into me.
"Do you think you're wet enough?" he asks me. Gasping for air.
"Yes," I say.
He pulls his fingers out and shoves them into my mouth, forcing me to taste myself once more. "You're not even close to wet enough," he scolds. "I want your arousal dripping down your thighs before I slide my cock into you."
His fingers return to my pussy, working me higher and higher until I think I might come again. I tell him as much, and he laughs darkly. "You're such a slut, coming a second time for me when you can't even figure out what you want."
As his words slice through the air, I wonder if there's some truth to them. And as the heat between us grows more intense, I know I'm on the edge of losing myself once again – but this time, it's not just in pleasure; it's in Giovanni's control over me.
"Here, lick this," he says, forcing his fingers into my mouth. I groan as I taste my arousal on him. He flips me over and rolls a condom onto himself before he lines himself up with my entrance. I'm looking into his eyes, but he seems distant somehow.
"Please, just go slow," I whisper as he finally enters me. The pain is sharp and immediate, tearing through my body as he pushes inside. He stops abruptly, his eyes searching mine for any sign of discomfort.
"Are you okay?" he asks, concern etched on his face. Tears well up in my eyes, but I nod my head.
"Keep going."
