Gladly.I kneel at his feet and look up, awaiting instruction.This bossy man loves taking control.He stares down at me without speaking for a long moment, his dark eyes taking me in.
“Take my cock out of my pants.”He reaches down to stroke my cheek.“Then take me in your mouth.”
I unbutton and unzip his pants, reaching in to cup my hand over his length.He’s warm through his boxer briefs.I tug them down and hold the base of his cock in my hand.Slowly, I lean forward and lick the tip.
“You’re a little tease, aren’t you?”he asks in a raspy voice.
I lick him again, little flicks of my tongue.Pre-come emerges from his cock and I lick that, too.
“Madison,” he says, voice low, “that’s enough teasing.”
I grin up at him, then slide my lips over the crown and down his length.His masculine groan causes my thighs to clench reflexively.
“Play with your nipples while you suck me, bella,” he rasps.
I lift my hoodie and cup my breasts over my bra, flicking my thumbs over my nipples.The fabric of my bra gives the touch a different texture, heightening my sensitivity.Arousal floods my panties while I continue to lick and suck Damiano.This feels so fucking good, I can barely stand it.
“Nice.”Damiano rests his hand on the top of my head.“So nice.I’ll come soon.”
I hum encouragement.I crave his pleasure; I want him to fall apart even though I’m kneeling at his feet.I slide my tongue up and down his length, sucking at the tip before moving my mouth down over him again.I bring one of my hands up to lightly squeeze his balls.
“Fuck, bella—” He spills, salty and tangy, over my tongue.I drink him down, moaning in satisfaction.For a long moment, he stands completely still, his hand possessive on my head.
“Bella,” he rasps.“Take off your clothes and go to the dining room.”
I quickly shed my sweatpants and hoodie before removing my bra and my very wet panties.Completely naked, I walk to the dining room.There, I stand in front of the table, wondering what he’s going to do.
He enters the room a minute later.His gaze is searing as he looks me up and down.“Do you know why I wanted you in the dining room?”
“No, Sir.”
“Because I’m going to feast on you, bella.”He approaches and grabs my waist, moving me so I’m sitting on the edge of the table.“Spread your thighs for me.”
Feeling self-conscious, I hesitate.But Damiano’s gaze is so full of heat, of desire, I can’t resist obeying.I pull my legs apart, exposing myself to him.
“Che bellissima.”He grabs a chair and pulls it over so he can sit down in front of me.“Now I shall feast.”
He kisses my inner thigh and I’m taken back to that first night with him at Low Vice.How attentive he was, how eager he seemed to be for my pleasure.
“Tell me how good it feels,” he murmurs against my skin.
“So good.I want more, Damiano.Sir.”
“Yes, I will give you more.Open wider.”He grips my thighs with his hands, pushing my legs farther apart.
For a long, breathtaking moment, he gazes at my pussy.I blush under his scrutiny.
He meets my gaze briefly, smiling.“Don’t be embarrassed of your beauty.I am going to lick every part of you until you scream.”
He bends forward, his breath ghosting against my flesh.
And then—his phone rings.He flinches, but to his credit, he doesn’t reach for it.Instead, he continues kissing his way up my thigh.I try to focus on the feeling of his lips, the delightfully rough stubble of his chin, the commanding way he holds my legs apart with his hands.
His phone rings again, followed by chimes of multiple text messages.I can’t ignore them.
I sit up, annoyed.“You should get that, see what they want.”
“No, I promised us a feast.”He nuzzles my knee.
