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She snakes her hand down between us and flicks the crotch of her panties to the side, then pushes two fingers into her pussy, bouncing her ass up and down as she fucks herself.

“FUCK. Put that pussy on my face right now, Giovanna.”

Over her shoulder, she watches me, a satisfied smile on her face. “But isn’t it hard to have a conversation that way?”

“GI!”

The warning is lost when she digs her nails into my balls and sucks me hard and fast, her head bobbing in time to her fingers fucking her pussy. It’s been so long that I’m ready to come in minutes. My balls tighten, my stomach tenses.

“Giovanna, I want my fucking mouth on you,” I growl.

She releases my cock and smirks at me over her shoulder. “Remember you asked for this.”

Slipping her fingers out of her pussy, her panties snap back into place, covering her completely. I groan, but she shifts back and settles on my face, her panty-clad pussy on my mouth. I immediately breathe in her scent deeply then blow warm air through the fabric on her pussy, just like she does to me.

She moans. “Fuck, that feels good, Tommy.”

I suck on the fabric of her panties, maneuvering them out of the way as much as I can with my tongue. When it doesn’t work, I bite into her soft pussy, digging my teeth in as she rocks back against my face. She’s taking my air, suffocating me with her pussy, and I pray that when I die it happens exactly like this.

She lifts off me, and I gasp for air, lunging for her pussy, straining against my restraints. “Holy fuck, that was—do it again.”

She bats her eyes at me over her shoulder. “You’ll be my good boy?”

“Gi,” I growl.

She tsks at me, shaking her head. “Tell me you’ll be my good boy, Tommy.”

“Sit on my fucking face, Giovanna. Right. Fucking. Now.”

She sighs. “See, that’s not how this works. I’m in charge now. We play by my rules.”

I suck in a deep breath and yank against my restraints in frustration. “Give me that pussy or untie me right the fuck now.”

She keeps her pussy tantalizingly out of reach, and I jerk hard on the ties. I don’t fucking care if I pop every stitch Dr. Rossi gave me. I need her.

When she takes my cock in her mouth again, I can’t think or speak. She sucks me fast and hard, using her nails the way I like, making that purring sound the way I like. Then she swallows me deep in her throat. And holds me there.

Fuck.

“Gi.” My voice comes out hoarse, agitated. “I’m going to come. You need to stop if you don’t want—”

She scrapes her nails down the inside of my thighs and swallows around my cock, her muscles squeezing me tight.

“FUCK.”

I come so hard, my hips pump of their own accord, jerking my cock into her face with each spasm of release. I don’t even feel it when I pull so hard against my restraint that I break the headboard, wood splintering like gunfire.

Giovanna shrieks around my cock, but I use my hurt arm, still restrained, to grab her leg, my freed arm circling around her waist. I yank her back, rip her panties off, and force her to sit on my face.

Burying my tongue in her pussy, I tongue fuck her roughly, using my thumb to rub her clit until she’s grinding against me, moaning my name. My face is buried in her, and I lock my arm across her thigh, forcing her to stay on me as I nip at her sensitive skin and massage her with my tongue.

She grips my thighs, pushing back against me, riding my face, finding her rhythm. I move my hand around to the back,edging her back entrance with my thumb. When she’s about to come, her whole body tense, her breathing shallow, I push my thumb into her ass and bite down on her clit.

My face is instantly soaked as she comes screaming my name. Her legs begin to shake as I massage her pussy with my tongue, lapping up her release.

She rolls onto the bed beside me, a panting mess, and I lean up on my elbow as best I can. I’m so fucking hard it hurts. “Untie me, Giovanna.”

We see the knife on the bed at the same time, and we both go for it. She gets there first and holds it out of my reach. I glare at her, then grab for her, but she moves too quickly. Kneeling, her mouth open, her inner thighs glistening wet, she slides one leg over me again, straddling me, this time facing me.