Page 52 of Quake

He releases a low groan, clutching the back of his neck as he squeezes his eyes shut so tightly I think he might be in pain. “I’m going to absolutely wreck you, and I’ll enjoy every second of it.Youfucking unhinge me.”

“Um, I’m sorry?” I say, unsure of whether I’m supposed to respond.

“Don’t apologize. Just scoot to the edge of the bed and lie on your back,” he instructs.

Once I’m bare and spread for him, Gianni collapses to his knees, running his large hands up my thighs. He leans over me, caressing the bruises on my abdomen with the pads of his thumbs before pressing a kiss to each of the several spots. The desire never leaves his eyes the more he watches me, and it’s all the encouragement I need to feel safe and, for the first time,comfortablewith whatever might happen in the bedroom.

He places each one of my thighs over his shoulders, sinking his fingers into my flesh as he pulls me into his face.

I feel his nose as it dips between my wetness, and the unfamiliar sensation of having someone down there, with his face so close to such an intimate part of my body, unnerves me. My senses are in overdrive as I battle my warring emotions. The feel of his skin against mine, the touch of his nose as it nears my clit, sends jolt after jolt of pleasure zinging through me. Then, on the other hand, I’m bared to him in a way that would’ve made my skin crawl if I were with Tyler. But with Gianni, I feelsafeand attractive.

I’ve never felt so exposed to anyone in my life.

Gianni’s tongue swipes out, delving inside me, and I can’t help but squeeze my thighs around his head, my hands gripping for purchase into the silky sheets surrounding me.

My core vibrates around a low moan as Gianni makes it clear that this is for his pleasure too. The thought eases that insecurity, begging to tear free, but as the thoughts begin to calm, he looks up at me through hooded lids and thick lashes. His tongue is stillworking me to the edge so quickly that I think I may levitate off this damn bed. I do my best to hold his eye contact, but when those crystal-clear irises stare at me for a moment too long, I break the contact, throwing my forearm over my face with a groan.

The moment I do, he stops, wrenching my arm away as he stares so deeply into my eyes that I fear he can literally see my thoughts.

“You’re going to look me in the eye as I bring you over the edge. Do you understand? I need to know how you’re feeling, and your eyes are the best way to do that,” he tells me as he climbs onto the bed, his mouth hovering over mine just an inch away.

My lips part on an inhale as I aim to steady myself, but he takes that as an opportunity. He strikes.

His tongue dives into my mouth, the salty sweetness of my own arousal igniting a fire inside me. My skin is both too hot and too cold at the same time.

His lips scald me, seeking out whatever it is he wants. Fingers twining into his hair, I pull at his roots, overcome by sensation. “You seem to have a problem with forming answers tonight, little red,” he groans out against my lips.

“O-okay, I’ll keep my eyes open,” I stammer.

“Eyes on me,” he whispers as he makes his way back down my body, pushing my legs apart as he settles between them. He laps at my slickness, teasing and tasting, diving his tongue deeply inside me, and just when I think I can’t take anymore, he stands abruptly.

“Get on your knees,ma petite rouge.” I sink to the ground from the edge of the bed, turning to face him as he loosens his belt buckle. Gianni runs his thumb along my bottom lip before plunging it into my mouth. “Suck.”

I do as I’m told, sucking his thumb into my mouth and swirling my tongue around it as if it were his dick, which I can now see trying to break free of his pants. “Bite,” he tells me sternly.

My eyes widen at his command, but I do as I’m told. Wet heat drips down my thighs the more he commands me. “Such a good little slut,” he says with approval that tenses my muscles as he pulls his thumb from my mouth, working his zipper down. “You’re going to suck my cock until you choke on it, and when you can’t take anymore, I’m going to come all over that pretty face of yours.”

I whimper, so turned on I might come without touching myself.

Gianni keeps his eyes on mine, shaking his head the smallest bit as he says, “You’re going to look so damn pretty with a pearl necklace.”

Another whimper escapes me, and he bites his bottom lip at the sound… so hard he draws the smallest drop of blood, but I don’t have time to think about licking it off when he smacks my cheek with his dick.

My eyes widen, and my mouth gapes. “Open wide, little red.”

Pushing the head of his swollen cock against my parted lips, he smears his precum across my mouth, and my tongue darts out, tasting him. My hand slides down my abdomen, reaching for my aching clit, but he tsks at me. “I said open your fucking mouth, or your hair won’t be the only thing that’s red.”

Obediently, my mouth opens wide as he presses the tip inside. He’s so big that I start to panic. My eyes open wider as I tap on his leg to stop him when the sheer size of him obscures my breathing. He shakes his head. “Calm your breathing, close your eyes, and relax your jaw. Breathe through your nose and adjust to my size.” His voice is soft, a distinct contrast to the demanding tone he’d justused moments prior. It soothes me, and I’m able to regain control of my breathing. When ready, I open my eyes to look up at him, his hard cock still in my mouth.

“If you want to stop,reallywant to stop, tap on my thigh three times. And if somehow I’m not able to see past the haze of how goddamn perfect your mouth feels around me, fucking bite me. I’d rather lose my dick than hurt you,” he explains, and my heart flutters in my chest, but that same rush of arousal courses through me.

Iwantto please this man. More than anything. I want to make him feel as good and as wanted as he’s making me feel, so I take a deep breath in through my nose, slide my hand up to cup the base, and take him as far into my throat as I can without gagging. Hollowing my cheeks, I bob my head, sucking on the hard shaft as his fingers sink into my scalp, pulling on my hair. The burn sends a shiver down my spine.

He tosses his head back in ecstasy, pushing me farther down around him as he grunts out, “You can take it. Open that throat for me, baby.” I do my best to relax my throat, but when he pushes even farther into me, I have to grip his hips with both of my hands, struggling just to stay upright.

He moans, bucking his hips into my face. “Fucking hell,” he says, his fingers tightening in my roots.

I feel him stiffen, and his movements become more erratic as he groans.

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