My cock is fully hard now. Aching and throbbing. Wet with Ginni’s spit.
He licks his way up to my tip. His plump lips wrap around my sensitive head. An unholy noise pours out of me. Shameless and depraved.
Ginni hums in appreciation, and the reverberations nearly kill me. I forget how to breathe. How to exist.
His lips roll down an inch of my length. My cock sinks into the soft heat of his mouth. Part of me is inside Giovanni Torrini. Life will never be the same.
Nevermind the mind-numbing pleasure that’s altering me at a cellular level, everything has changed because Marco is going to kill me. He is never going to believe his waif-like little brother overpowered me. And to be honest, I think I might rather die than suffer the humiliation of him knowing the truth.
I’ve been turned into a helpless sex slave by a twenty-one-year-old unhinged femboy. My pride has been destroyed. My manliness is seriously questionable.
Ginni’s head lowers and lowers. He is taking more and more of me. Any minute now, he is going to have to stop. His gag reflex is going to kick in. I’m not small. Definitely not beginner size.
Suddenly, I’m crying out. Intense pleasure is burning through me. Lighting up all my nerve endings.
I’m in Ginni’s throat and it is tight and perfect. The crazy boy doesn’t seem to have a gag reflex at all.
He takes all of me. His nose brushing against my pubes. Every inch of my cock is enveloped in soft flesh. It feels so damn good.
Fuck. I want to take hold of his hair. Seize control. Guide him. Fuck his face.
But the cuffs are as secure as ever. I’m powerless. The only thing I can do is lie here and take it. Take whatever Ginni decides to give to me.
I should hate it. I should feel nothing but violated. So why have I never been more aroused? Why is lust thrumming through my veins hot enough to burn?
Ginni bobs his head. Up and down. Lips forming a tight seal. Adding friction to all the other wonderful sensations.
I was going to close my eyes. I was going to imagine it was a girl. I was going to survive.
But I can’t look away. I’m transfixed. Ginni’s dark head bobbing on my cock. When he is at the top, I can glimpse his pale perfect cheeks, the obscene stretch of his wet lips. His long darklashes resting against his smooth skin. His serene expression. As if he is performing something holy.
Suddenly, his eyes snap open. Brightest blue. Dazzling. Ginni’s eyes. Ginni’s eyes full of lust and pleasure. Ginni’s eyes when his mouth is stuffed full of my cock.
I grunt, and empty my load down Giovanni Torrini’s throat.
Fuck my life.
Chapter six
Ginni
Isit up and lick my lips. Sending my tongue to capture any lingering drops of Carlo’s cum. He tastes delicious. Just like I knew he would.
“You taste like caviar and love,” I sigh happily.
Carlo stares up at me. His expression is a little alarming. He’s not having a heart attack is he? He’s not a young man.
I bend down again and press my ear to his chest.
“What are you doing!” he exclaims, sounding a little frantic. As if having my head pressed to his naked skin is too much for him to bear. A step too far.
“Shhh. I’m checking you aren’t having a heart attack. A man of your age can’t be too careful.”
“What the fuck? I’m fucking thirty-four, not sixty!” he yells.
I ignore him and concentrate on the sound of his heartbeat. Strong. Steady. A little too fast perhaps, but I did just give him a lovely blowjob. I think he is fine.
I sit back up. Carlo glares at me. His face is all flushed and sweaty. His eyes are still dark with arousal. He has never looked more handsome.
