Page 78 of Now and Forever

Dario’s growl reverberated through the suite, hardening my nipples and twisting my core. “Run your tongue over the slit.”

Using my hands, I gripped his penis, holding it still as I did as he said.

“Now try to suck it. No teeth,” he reminded me.

My jaw ached as I opened wider, taking him in, inch by inch. My head bounced with a rhythm encouraged by the rocking of his hips as I took more and more.

“That’s it. Your mouth feels so fucking good.”

The wetness forming between my legs as well as the twisting of my core made me question if anyone had ever come while giving a blow job. With my palms now on his muscular thighs, I continued taking him in and out, each time trying to take more. Finally, I gagged as his penis made contact with the back of my throat.

“It’s okay,” he soothed. “It takes practice.”

When I peered up at him, Dario grinned. “I fucking love that you’ve never sucked anyone else.” His eyes opened wider. “Have you?”

I shook my head. “As inexperienced as they come.”

His smile beamed. “Those sexy lips are mine and mine only.” He nodded. “Keep it up.”

A woman on a mission, I sucked and licked. It wasn’t until Dario’s fingers wove through my hair and the muscles beneath my touch tightened that I contemplated what came next. He was going to come.

My resolve won. If this was another of the less desirable things Arianna warned me about, I didn’t find it undesirable. If anything, it was powerful to have a man like Dario on the verge of ecstasy.

“I’m going to come.”

My hold of his thighs tightened as I continued bobbing my head. Warm liquid covered my tongue as Dario’s roar filled the suite. I didn’t release him until I was confident he was done.

Dario offered me his hand, tugging me to my feet. His dark stare settled on me. “Mine.”

I nodded. “Was that…okay?”

His cheeks rose. “The best fucking blow job of my life.” He traced his finger over my cheek. “What about you?”

“Me?”

“Are you done for the night, or did that make you horny?”

“Not done,” I said, warmth filling my cheeks.

Dario reached for the hem of my blouse and pulled it over my head. “Good.”

The next morning, our new foursome—Miguel, Armando, Camila, and I—went to Emerald Club. Dario assured me that everything would be all right, despite his talk of taking over and worries from within. To say I was nervous was an understatement. It didn’t help that Dario called me as we were on our way.

“Hello,” I answered, looking at my sister on the seat beside me.

“Something has come up, Catalina. I think it would be best if you and Camila didn’t come here today.”

Today was our last chance. She was leaving in five hours. “Is everything all right?” I asked. “We’re pulling into the parking lot. Camila is leaving this afternoon. May I just show her around? We don’t have to stay long. Or isn’t it safe?”

“It’s safe. I’ll meet you on the first floor.” The call ended.

“That was weird,” I said to Camila. “Dario said something came up.”

Armando’s gaze met mine in the rearview mirror. “Do we have a change of plans?” he asked.

“Dario said, since we’re close, to come on in. He’d meet us on the first floor.”

When we walked inside the big man at the door greeted me. “Mrs. Luciano.”

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