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"Keep taking my cock like the good girl you are," he growls, his voice both commanding and seductive.
"Yes, Giovanni, I love it—don't ever stop," I plead, my voice barely a whisper as I'm overcome with lust. "I want to taste you so bad."
In response, he smacks my ass hard, the stinging sensation sending a jolt of pleasure through me. Pulling out of me, I lean down, holding my breasts up and sticking my tongue out, eager for his release. He comes all over my tongue and spills down onto my tits, marking me as his own.
As I start to clean up, he stops me with a firm grip on my arm. "No," he says, his eyes dark with desire. "I want you to come with my cum dripping down those delicious tits of yours." Flipping me onto his desk so my legs hang off, he dives in, starting to eat my pussy.
The sensation is indescribable—his tongue is all over my folds, licking me as if I'm his last meal. He plunges his tongue inside me, swirling and rimming my entrance with expert precision. My entire body trembles under his touch, waves of pleasure crashing over me. As his tongue works its magic, he rings my asshole with a finger, slowly entering it while continuing to devour my cunt.
"God, Giovanni, it feels too good," I moan, my voice breathless.
"You need to come for me," he says, his voice thick with lust. "Show me what a beautiful princess you are for me."
I begin rubbing his cum into my tits, working my nipples as the heat between us grows unbearable. His words only serve to heighten my arousal, pushing me closer to the edge.
"You're so fucking hot, Lulu," he groans. "You're absolutely beautiful like this."
Unable to hold back any longer, I come hard, my entire body shaking with the force of my orgasm. Waves of pleasure course through me, leaving me breathless and spent. In that moment, Giovanni looks at me with an intensity I've never seen before.
"I love seeing you come," he says, his voice filled with raw emotion. "And knowing I'm the only man who will ever get to see you like this."
ChapterThirty-Four
The warmth of Giovanni's body envelops me as we lie tangled together beneath the soft sheets. Our truce has brought an unexpected intimacy between us, one that I never thought possible. His fingertips dance lightly over my skin, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through my veins. We've spent countless hours like this, working side by side at the office and returning to his mansion to forget our troubles in each other's embrace.
"Tell me," I murmur, not wanting to break the spell of this moment, "why did you film yourself with all those girls?"
He shrugs, his dark eyes locking onto mine, a hint of vulnerability lurking within their depths. "Don't think too much into it."
"Yet you made a habit of it," I press on, needing to understand this part of him. "Why?"
A slow smile spreads across his face, a wicked glint sparking in his gaze. "I just like filming that sort of thing. It turns me on."
"Would you ever consider doing it with me?" The words slip from my lips before I can stop them, my curiosity piqued.
"Is that something you'd want?" he counters, his eyes searching mine for any sign of hesitation.
"I think I would." My admission is barely a whisper, but it feels as heavy as the secrets we both carry.
"Then yes," he breathes, his lips brushing against my ear. "I absolutely would want to do it with you."
Excitement flares within me, mingling with the heat of his touch. I smile, caught up in the thrill of exploring this new facet of our relationship.
But then, reality intrudes. "What are you going to do about the Irish?" I ask, unable to quell my concern.
Giovanni's fingers still on my skin. "With your help hacking into their systems, I've sent them a message with the information. One they won't be able to ignore."
"Isn't that risky?" My voice trembles, fear creeping into my heart.
"In these sorts of things, you have to take risks," he says, his gaze steady and serious.
"You're probably right. My father always cowered to people, and that's what letEl Lobogrow under his watch."
He stiffens at the mention of everything, and I know something's not right. "What's the matter, Giovanni?"
"Nothing," he lies, but the tension in his body betrays him. Still, I try to put it out of my mind, realizing I've been too distracted lately and need to check in on the situation in Miami.
"Let's get some dinner," he suggests, shifting the conversation as he slides from the bed.
