Page 21 of Gio's Possession


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“Yes. Just not princess.”

“Wanna tell me why that name bothers you so much?” He puts his finger under my chin and lifts my face until our eyes meet.

“I don’t want to talk about it. You mentioned a surprise?” I don’t want him to spend more money on me, but if it distracts him, I’ll take it.

With that, we pull up to a bookstore. I don’t have any money to spend, but I am excited to go inside an actual book store. I always had to find my books in thrift stores since I didn’t have the spare funds to spend on luxury items.

Reading has always been my escape. The nightmare that was my life would have been unbearable without books.

When we walk through the door, I am like a kid in a candy store. Books are everywhere, from floor to ceiling. When I feel Gio’s hand reach for mine, I realize I have stopped right in the doorway. While I pick my jaw up off the floor, he pulls me along to the romance section.

“How did you know that this is what I read?”

“I followed you around and saw you reading them in the park,” he responds cooly.

That Gio was stalking me hasn’t been lost on me.

“But both covers were so creased and worn, you couldn’t see what the book was.”

“I noticed you blush a lot when you get to the sex scenes.”

Cue my cheeks, feeling like they are on fire. I can’t believe that he could tell I was reading smut.

“Kind of like you are blushing right now,” he says with a snort.

I look through the books, and Gio tells me to get as many as I want. I don’t expect him to buy me something that I don’t need to survive, so after reading the blurbs on the back, I put them back on the shelves. When I look up, I notice he has a basket full of every single book I had picked up.

“You definitely are not paying for all of those books, Gio. I don’t need expensive gifts.”

“I’m pretty sure that I am, wife. You can pay me back later tonight.”

With that loaded statement, he walks up to the checkout with the load of books.

Once we arrived back home and unloaded the car, we had to put everything away. Gio had cleared half of the closet and half of the drawers for me to put up my new clothes. He cleared out one bedside table with drawers for my books. It makes me feel like he was serious about me staying with him, and that relieves some of the stress from the day before.

Later that night in the shower, I decide I want to pay my husband back for all that he has done for me, so while he is washing me, I step forward and start kissing his chest. My tongue runs along his chest, licking his nipple before running down his stomach and falling to my knees. Warm water is raining down on us.

Gio is muscular but not overly so. He has defined abs. He truly is beautiful enough to model. He’s looking at me with hunger and need.

“What do you think you are doing, Angel?”

“I’m paying you back for the smutty book-shopping spree.”

“Paying me back, huh? How are you going to do that?”

“I’m going to use some of what I learned in those smutty books.”

I wrap my hand around his long, hard cock and bring my lips to the tip. Running my tongue over the slit, I hear Gio groan. It spurs me on and gives me the confidence I need to do this. I put more of his cock into my mouth and suck as I use my hands to cover the parts that I can’t get deep enough into my mouth.

The pre-cum is dripping from his tip and tastes salty with a hint of musk. Not as terrible as I’d imagined.

Gio grabs my hair, holding it back so that he can watch what I’m doing, and, with a sharp intake of breath, thrusts into my mouth.

“So warm and wet. I wonder if your pussy is going to feel this good when I claim it.”

I want to make him feel good. That is the last coherent thought that I have.

Thrusting harder into the back of my throat, he hits my gag reflex, and water streams down my cheeks. Some from the shower raining down on us and some from my eyes. I choke and gag as he thrusts harder and deeper. Saliva is dripping from the corner of my mouth. He pulls out to let me take a breath before thrusting back into my throat.

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