I squeeze my eyes shut and blow out a hard breath. “I did not consent to this.”
She grins. “Your cock is consenting to it. So is this dub con or non con?”
I furrow my brow. “What? I told you I wanted to have a conversation, not get a blow job.”
“Are you saying you don’t want a blow job?”
She peels back the waistband of my pajama shorts and underwear, baring the top few inches of my cock, and wraps her lips around the crown, working her tongue lightly over me. My mind blanks out, and it takes everything I have not to thrust my hips up and force my cock into her mouth.
“Giovanna…”
“Do you want me to stop?” she purrs. Before I can answer, she spits on my cock and takes me all the way in the back of her throat, shoving my shorts down lower. When she makes an mmmmm noise, I can’t help but rock into her a little deeper.
“Fuck, baby…”
My shorts keep snapping up over my dick, and she sits up, glaring at me.
“Once upon a time you used to sleep inside me every night, and now you won’t touch me? I mean, you’re wearing fucking pajama shorts. Pajama shorts! Where did you even get these?”
I smile up at her. I love it when she gets irritated with me. “I’m being respectful, Giovanna.”
Narrowing her eyes, she leans in close and licks my bottom lip. “Well, I need you to disrespect me, Tommy.”
She pulls something from under her pillow that glints in the light. My knife. When she snaps it open, I raise an eyebrow at her. Exactly what is she going to do with that?
She plucks the fabric of my pajama shorts and gives me a distasteful look, then stabs them with the knife. Dragging the blade upward, she cuts through the fabric easily until she hits the waistband. When it takes her a minute to cut her way through, I smirk.
“Is that funny to you?” She slides the blade under my boxer briefs a little too close to my dick for my liking.
My smirk drops. “You just expressed an interest in making use of that, so I’d be careful if I were you.”
“Yes, but you’ve made it clear you’re not going to use it on me the way I want, so really, I have nothing to lose, do I?”
She cuts through the fabric, narrowing her eyes at me when she struggles to get through the waistband again.
“You want to punish me, Giovanna?”
She closes the knife, tossing it on the bed, then yanks the destroyed clothes off me, the corners of her mouth twitching up. “This really isn’t about you anymore.”
“So it’s about….”
“Me. Finding a new normal. Getting what I want.”
My mouth goes dry as she straddles my chest facing away from me, her tight pussy in her little panties just inches from my face.
My voice is husky when I speak. “What do you want, baby?”
“I want your cock in my throat.”
I exhale hard and throw my head back onto the pillow as she takes as much of me as she can in the back of her throat all at once. Digging her nails into my inner thighs, she slides me in and out of her mouth, pausing to let her saliva slide down my dick before starting again.
“Holy shit, Gi,” I groan. I look up hoping to watch, but her pussy is teasing me, blocking my view. My mouth starts to water, wanting to taste her. “Put your pussy on my face, baby.”
She ignores me and continues sucking my dick with a steady, relentless rhythm, her nails scraping up toward my balls.
“God damn it, Gi.” I should tell her to stop but all I want to do is eat her pussy until she comes on my face.
She slides my dick out of her mouth slowly and looks at me slyly over her shoulder. “What’s wrong, daddy?”
