It takes all my control not to shove my cock deep inside her mouth when she teasingly licks the tip, but I show restraint since her non-gagged mouth allows her to speak. “We moved back a few months ago on the promise of a better life. It hasn’t gone as planned.”
I listen intently while fighting not to blow my load. Her lips are fucking heaven, and it’s taking all my willpower not to come. “Why Carlisle?”
Her shrug is way too fucking cute for a woman devouring the monster dick her curves and beautiful face inspired. “The healthcare was supposed to be good here.”
All too familiar with how her story will end, I wince but can’t offer a single sympathy since she accepts me back into her mouth.
My cock flexes when her lips move to within two inches of the cropped hairs splayed across my pubic bone. No woman has ever come close to taking me so deeply before, and her eagerness takes everything off the table—except my urgency to come.
9
VALENTINA
“Valentina…” Giovanni groans when my fingertips skim the sensitive skin at the base of his manly yet maintained balls. “You need to slow down or I’ll drench your throat with my cum.”
My pussy becomes wetter at the thought of his salty, masculine taste swamping my tongue.
Wait, what?When have I ever been excited to swallow? Giving head is an awkward experience I usually avoid at all costs, and I’ve never volunteered for them to finish down my throat.
It must be Giovanni. He’s outrageously attractive and has the cock to back up his confidence. It’s addictive being craved so much you have a man willing to throw more than caution to the wind.
Or perhaps it’s the extra hormones running rampant through my body?
Some pamphlets warned about an increase in sexual desire due to heightened estrogen levels. I assumed I’d be one of the poor statistics that had a decrease in libido, since the only form of excitement I’ve had in the past twelve months was being flattened against an SUV by a dark and brooding stranger.
The reminder of how Giovanni saved me has me sucking his dick with even more eagerness. I drag my lips down the shaft until I trigger my gag reflex, and then I flatten my tongue against the vein feeding his magnificent manhood.
My cheeks burn from my envious sucks, but I refuse to give in. I’m dying to taste him. It’s as potent as my craving for his mouth to be reacquainted with my pussy, but I won’t stop until I’ve made things even.
When I get the perfect combination of speed and suction, Giovanni’s breaths quicken and his hands seek something to grip. One sinks into my hair, fisting it firm enough for the roots to sting, and the other grips the side of the sofa.
Knowing I have a man as confident and gorgeous as Giovanni at my mercy is thrilling. Excitement skates up my spine when the sturdiness of my sucks doubles the throbs of his cock. I draw him to the back of my throat while squeezing his balls with my spare hand.
His grunts are lyrical gold. Every one he releases turns me on more. Even if I don’t come, I won’t leave his penthouse unsatisfied. That’s how enthralling his moans are. I’m on the cusp of climax, and I’m seemingly not the only one aware of that.
Before I can protest, Giovanni plucks me off his cock, lays me over the expensive rug cushioning my knees only seconds ago, and then buries his head between my legs.
“Hmm… I smell so goodinyou.”
“Fuck… No, I…” Entire sentences are above me, and so is Giovanni. He eats me with a starvation that will never wane. A hungry, impulsive feast that doesn’t solely remove the reins from my hands but also shreds them to pieces.
His name rumbles from my throat as an orgasm scorches through me. Stars blister as a revitalizing zap shudders my wary bones. My climax is draining and long but rejuvenating. I’m floating on a cloud that’s sailing too high for anything bad to invade, and it makes me feel safe.
Do I deserve this level of protection? Giovanni lied to me. He made out that he didn’t know who I was referencing while trying to unearth his connection with Valeria, but instead of bringing it up again, I’m allowing my libido to dictate our exchange.
That’s wrong.
“Who… was… the woman?” I ask between pants, my body uncooperative with the interrogation my brain wants to undertake. I know Valeria’s name, but I can’t mention it since I’d have to disclose why I was at the clinic with her.
Giovanni sucks my clit into his mouth, upending my campaign. I can’t speak through the sparks firing through my body. Can’t move. I also can’t breathe.
I’ve never felt so good.
But this isn’t me. My father came close to killing my mother because I was proof of his extramarital activities, and I am determined not to make the mistakes my mother made.
“Giovanni…”
When I rake my fingers through his hair, more to pull him off me than hold his mouth hostage to my pussy, he clamps my hands to my sides, then goes to town.
