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"Luc… That thing's a weapon!" She squeaked out with a red face, squirming a bit in my lap as she kept reaching a hand out but pulling it back at the last second toward my member. "You've fucked people with this? And they lived?" She looked up at me in disbelief, cracking my self-control.

Letting out a hearty chuckle, I moved a hand down and stroked my girthy length lazily. "There are so many things I could say that are so dirty and crude." Yeah, she didn't need to know how arrogantly filthy I could be… yet.

Biting her bottom lip, Juliet took in some nervous breaths before knocking my hand away with her own trembling one to take me into her small hand. I couldn't help but groan at the feeling of her soft, warm hands gripping my throbbing length. Then, the sight of her fingers barely touching once she fully wrapped her hand around me made my chest swell with some pride. Granted, she did have small hands, but hey, can't blame a guy for feeling a little arrogant.

Slowly and awkwardly, she started to stroke me unevenly. After a few strokes, she stopped and looked up at me in defeat with a pout. "I need help." She mumbled, all embarrassed.

Chuckling softly, I placed my hand around hers and tightened her hold to where it felt right to me as I guided her to stroke my full length from tip to base. "Get used to touching and having me in your hand before you try to handle me," I told her softly with a breathy groan.

Our lustful eyes locked onto each other, intensifying the heat of passion around us as I picked up the pace and forced her to tighten her grip on me. "J-just up and down? Like this?" Her words came out breathy and shaky as she tried to take over, only to falter the rhythm I had set us into.

Straining out a chuckle, I tightened our hold and got her back into a good pace. "It's so much more than that, principessa." In theory, yes, it was a simple motion, but there was a right and wrong way to go about it. "Long strokes, baby," I tell her hotly while guiding her until she gets the idea. "All the way, that's it, good girl." I groaned with an unconsciously happy smile on my face.

Slowly, I release her hand and hover mine around hers. "You are doing great, baby." I praised her with a groan. "Keep your hand wrapped nice and tight." Involuntarily, I sucked in a sharp breath when the pleasure of her grip tightening hit me. "Oh fuck, just like that."

Leaning back on one hand, I made some room to watch her work my cock while occasionally looking back up into her determined eyes.

Something about this felt so hot. I mean, never in my life did I ever think I would get such a rush from a handjob, from someone I had to teach, nonetheless. Watching her like this, I couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement at the thought of her lips wrapped around me while she was on her knees.

Fuck, I would be willing to bet that her mouth feels like heaven, and her throat—fuck. I might not last long if I forced myself down her tight throat and made her gag and choke on me.

Thinking about all of that got my blood pumping right down into my cock, making it throb in her hand as she jacked me off. "Fuck, that's it. You are doing amazing." I could feel the edge come closer and closer with every jerk of her hand. "Get it wet, baby. Lean over and spit on my cock to get it wet. Then get rougher."

Unsure, she looked at me with her softened brown eyes. "I don't want to hurt you."

I couldn't help but chuckle at her unnecessary worry. "I like it rough, baby. I can handle it." I assured her with a confident smile before thrusting my hips at her. "Now, show me how good of a girl you are with what I just taught and told you."

Her eyes darkened with determination and desire at my words, and she was quick to lean over and let her saliva slip from between her lovely lips and onto my engorged tip that glistened with precum.

Juliet gave me one last look—earning a nod from me—before working me harder and faster with the new slickness from her spit. "Merda!" I gasped at the sudden feeling of her hand squeezing my tip harder with the added motion of her twisting as she came upwards.

Fuck. I wanted this moment to last just in case it would be the only time I ever got anything from her after tonight. But fuck me, with how rough she kept jerking the swollen head of my cock, and the feeling of her hand gliding smoothly along everything, I couldn't last.

"Fuck, I'm coming." I strained through gritted teeth before letting out a guttural groan as my release took hold of me.

"Cazzo, sei così meraviglioso, principessa."

Chapter 20

Juliet

The moment Luciano's body tensed up with his release, I panicked and leaned back as I continued jerking off his spurting cock. Amazed, I watched the thick ropes of his cum spray out of his throbbing cock and painted his delicious abs.

My heart raced with excitement and pride as I imprinted the image of Luciano being in a state of breathless bliss in the afterglow of the orgasm that I gave him. This rush was indescribable. The fact I could bring a strong man like him to such a vulnerable state with just my hand was riveting.

I felt proud of myself, shockingly. Initially, touching him felt dirty to me, even just through his pants. Hell, sitting in his lap earlier felt wrong. It felt too bold and lewd of me when I exposed him. Then, I straight up felt filthy when I directly touched his hard shaft. I was about ready to throw in the towel and die of embarrassment when I asked him for help giving him a handjob. Well, I still wanted to give in after he assisted me because of how ashamed I felt.

But something in me just flipped when he started encouraging and praising me. Was it a little strange to be praised for doing something dirty? Yeah, but something about how wrong it was felt right and arousing.

Shoving my worries away, I bit my lip seductively with a smirk as I slid off his lap and leaned down to his stomach. Looking up at him, I carefully swiped my finger through his cum as his lustful eyes looked at me in wonder. Hesitantly, I brought my finger to my mouth, suppressing the nausea that churned up my body at the horrid memory of the men at the brothel.

The men there violated me in so many ways, and forcing their nasty pricks into my mouth was one of those ways, unfortunately. What was even more fucked up was the fact I couldn't escape the rotting taste. Even now, when I felt a little eager to taste Luciano because I truly wanted to, the sight and scent pulled those traumatic memories to the forefront of my mind. I didn't want to feel disgusted with Luciano, but those men ruined it for me.

"Juliet, you don't have to." Luciano's eyes softened with concern as he grabbed my wrist when my finger was shy of my parted lips.

Swallowing nervously, I pulled myself from his grip. "I want to… I want to get rid of their bad taste and replace it with yours so I can try to make new and better memories." I said with a stubborn determination, popping my finger into my mouth quickly before my mind could be changed.

Tension scrunched my face up when the salty, tangy taste of his cum bathed my tongue. Involuntarily, my body jerked with a gag as the memories bombarded me, pulling me back to that night. Unable to help it, I let out a small cry as some tears escaped my eyes.

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