+25 Bonus
Chapter 61: Never had a mouth like yours
Dante’s POV
Gianna nodded, her hands surprisingly eager as she reached for me. Her palm was soft, warm, almost trembling as they wrapped around my cock.
I let out a groan at the sensation of her palm against my sensitive flesh. Her skin was smooth, her touch cautious, as she weighed me, like she wasn’t sure she was allowed to enjoy it.
I watched her hand weigh me, testing how much of me she could handle, and I almost smiled at the way she studied my reaction.
I was big. I always had been, and I knew how that could look to someone seeing it up close for the first time. But it had never been a problem. I knew how to make a woman ready….. how to guide her there.
She stroked me softly, as though afraid she might break me. But I could see the fire in her eyes, a hunger she was barely hiding. I knew what she wanted……. what she needed.
Her
eyes lifted to mine. I knew what she wanted. What she needed.
“Gia.” Her name left my mouth rough. She looked up, eyes wide, breath shaky.
“You can stroke harder,” I told her.
As though those were the only words she needed to hear, she gripped me firmer, her hand moving from tip to base with just the right amount of force.
“Like this,” she breathed, her innocence almost comical given the sinfully perfect way she was stroking me.
“Damn……” I groaned, feeling a wave of pleasure wash through me. Her hands……. they knew exactly what they were doing. I could feel every twitch of my cock under her palm, every throb and pulse responding to her touch.
I couldn’t help but let out another groan. “Yes, just like that.”
Then, before the pleasure could settle, she teased me. A sly! wicked smile on her lips, she leaned closer and her tongue swiped against the tip of me. Electric fire shot through my body, heat coiling tighter and tighter.
“More.” My hips jerked involuntarily, and I had to fight the urge to thrust into her mouth right then and there.
She started slow……. soft licks, lingering on the sensitive tip then faster, sharper strokes downward toward the base, like she was teasing a lollipop, savoring every reaction she drew from me. Every flick, every swirl of her tongue made my pulse spike.
My chest heaved, my body trembling under her touch.
“Gianna……. fuck…… stop teasing……” I groaned, but it only seemed to spur her on.
Her eyes lifted to mine, innocent, wide, but gleaming with ischief. Clearly, she was enjoying every second of the newfound control she had over me. “I…… only…… want to please you,” she whispered, her breath hot against me.
I smirked, running my hands through her hair, reveling in the way she looked at me.
“Gianna….. Giovanni….. the woman who swore to hate me forever, taking me in her hands, wanting to please me.” My groan was playful, half–laugh, half–need, as her asing drove me wild.
And then, as though for sweet revenge, she swallowed me whole, her wet mouth enveloping me in a way that made my knees weak. I groaned, gripping her hair gently, y body trembling with overstimulation. She bobbed from tip to base, relentless, teasing every inch, every nerve making me groan louder with each movement.
I slid my hand down, guiding her fingers to my base. “Yes… like that….. hold me here,” I murmured, showing
Chapter 61 Never had a mouth like yours
+25 Bonus
her how to grip, how to give just the right pressure.
“You feel that? That’s it…… keep me right here.” Her hand obeyed, curling around me perfectly as her mouth continued its sensual assault.
“Your tongue…… pretty doll….. it’s exquisite,” I groaned, sliding my thumb along her cheek, reveling in how her lips and hand worked together. The sensation coursing through me was electric……. every pulse, every twitch feeding my need. Her stroking in tandem with her sucking had me trembling, on the edge of losing control.
I reached down and pulled her off me gently, needing to rein in control before it overwhelmed me. Her lips pouted in mock disappointment, but her wide, wild eyes were still alight with desire, panting for more.
I leaned closer, voice low and rough, a growl hidden in my words. “Do you still find it gross?” I taunted, using her own words against her, letting the heat in my tone test her.
She shook her head shyly, lips parting slightly, but there was a spark of defiance and hunger in her eyes. I let my fingers brush against her lower lip, parting them gently.
“Use your words,” I commanded, voice husky.
“I…… I love watching you lose control,” she whispered, trembling just slightly, but boldness creeping into her tone, fire still alive in her gaze.
I smirked darkly, enjoying the way she was stoking me, even now, testing me with her innocence and mischief. “If that’s the little lie you need to sleep at night,” I murmured, brushing my thumb along her jaw, “then go ahead and believe it. We both know how much you love how I taste.”
“That too,” she admitted, eyes gleaming, daring me even now.
I chuckled low and dark, the sound rumbling from deep in my chest. Never in my years did I imagine pausing the best…… blow job of my life for small talk. But every moment with Gianna was different, and intoxicating. A part of me wanted to prolong this…… to keep her on her knees, to stretch every second of her surrender.
And yet, I looked down at myself, hard, thick, veiny, pointing straight at her, aching for release. “Satisfying you is of the utmost importance to me,” she murmured, voice innocent but laced with submission.
That was all it took. My restraint shattered. I grabbed her head firmly, holding her in place, and thrust into her mouth. No more shyness……. she took me boldly, eagerly, lips and tongue hot and perfect, swallowing, teasing, circling, pressing, licking. Her hands moved in perfect rhythm, stroking me in time with her mouth, and every inch of me screamed for more.
“Fuck,” I growled, voice low, rough, vibrating with pleasure. “You’re doing so well.” My hand cupped her cheek, fingers brushing her soft skin, guiding, admiring the way she worshiped me.
“Take me deeper,” I demanded, hips pressing, letting her know I needed more, needing to feel every ounce of what she had learned.
She obeyed, swallowing me greedily, hand wrapping firmly around my base, every motion synchronized, deliberate, precise. My cock pulsed in response, every nerve ending alive with electric heat. I groaned, thrusting into her mouth, lost in the fire of sensation.
I moved my hand to the back of her head, holding her firmly, guiding her, thrusting deeper. “That’s it, bellissima…… take me all in.”
She moaned around me, eyes watering, lips slick and warm mouth sliding down me inch by inch. Her tongue circled, swirled, pressing into the most sensitive spots, while her hand gripped my base, pumping, kneading, stroking in perfect rhythm.
2/3
Chapter 61 Never had a mouth like yours
+25 Bonus
“You’re perfect…… so fucking good….. taking me like this…..” I growled, praise spilling from me, rough and filthy. Her name, my words, everything I could think of, all feeding the fire, feeding the sensation coursing through me.
Her moans grew louder, her mouth hotter, her hands moving expertly. Every swirl of her tongue, every suction, every tight curl of her fingers pushed me higher, closer to the edge.
I thrust harder, deeper, losing myself in the sensation, every nerve screaming, every muscle trembling.
“God…… Gianna…… never in my life……. never in my years….. have I had a mouth like yours. You’re filthy, perfect…… and I love every second of it.”
And then…… I came. Hot, deep, overwhelming.
She swallowed every drop, lips slick and warm, and when she pulled back slightly, she licked the lower corner of her mouth, eyes gleaming up at me with triumph, boldness and desire.
“Hope that was to your liking,” she teased, voice low and playful, dripping with confidence.
I pulled back slightly, chest heaving, trying to regain composure, regretting that I’d lost control, said more than I should have. The last thing I wanted was for her to realize she held any kind of power over me.
I reached out, helping her to her feet, feeling the warmth of her body press against mine just for a second. My voice was firm, low, keeping the edge of control I craved.
“Don’t push it, Gianna,” I said, darkly amused, letting her know she could tease, but the rules still had boundaries……. at least for now.
U
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
