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“I need to put my cock in your mouth, Bianca.”
I look up at him through the curtain of my lashes.
“You scared me. You angered me. I want to punish you for your insolence.”
I nod, the gesture too eager for the threat in his words.
“I need to show you how weak you make me,dolcezza.”
“You make me weak, too.”
He hums in the back of his throat. “Stick your tongue out.”
I don’t hesitate to do as he says.
Moving his face close to mine, he pulls his lips together, a heavy drop of spit falling from his mouth onto my tongue.
My eyes widen in shock, and I’m caught between my need to wipe it away in disgust and my longing to wait for further instruction.
“Good girl,” he murmurs when I remain. “Now you’re gonna use that to suck my cock. Understood?”
My eyes close with a tsunami of yearning that catches me off guard after this morning's events.
Standing, Vincent towers over me. My eyes still closed, his shadow casts me in a position of submission I want to remain in for an eternity. The unmistakable sound of his belt being undone has me wanting to swallow, but I keep my tongue balanced outside my mouth.
“Watch when I take my cock out for you, little whore.”
My eyes open slowly, caught between the need to meet his eyes and the want to see how hard he is.
“Such a dilemma.” He reads the constant flicker of my eyes without issue. “Watch my dick while I pull it out, then your eyes are to remain on mine while you beg to drink my cum.”
I struggle to moan, the broken sound desperate without the use of my tongue.
He undresses his cock slowly. Unzipping his pants, he grabs his erection over the black fabric of his boxers. I clench my thighs. Hand in his boxers, he strokes himself out of sight. My nipples harden. Using the hard line of his dick, he pushes his boxers down, and my eyelids flutter in gratitude.
Hands moving without permission, I grab his pants at the hips and pull them down to free him completely.
“Greedy,” he murmurs.
Pointing my tongue, I inch forward, teasing the slit of his head with tender flicks of my tongue. He slides a hand against the side of my neck, moving up from the nape into the fall of my hair, twisting his fingers through the locks firmly.
Massaging my tongue against the underside of his head, he groans, pushing me forward. I go easily, swallowing more of him down. His cock iswet, and it’s messy; our spit comes together, a lubricant formed through desire.
Wrapping a hand around the thick line of his base, I hold his head against the roof of my mouth, my head stationary as I caress his length with an up and down drag of my tongue.
My eyes never leave his. His hooded lids flutter closed every few seconds, a thick groan following the involuntary movement.
I cup his balls. He hisses when my fingers roll them over my palm. Held in my hand, I push two fingers against the rough skin of his perineum.
“Fuck,” he snarls, stumbling forward. He arches over me with a strangled cry, and I pull my head back, sucking on his head, circling the velvet touch of skin with my tongue.
My fingers tease his back end, palm gripping his balls tenderly, my mouth loving his cock.
“Take it in your mouth, baby,” he pleads, the desperation garbling his words. “Swallow my cum.”
Sliding his cock into my mouth, I lap at him with my tongue. He throbs.
“Pull it,” he growls.
