Page 73 of Third Degree

Those words sent me into a spiral, and I grabbed his cock in my hands and started to pump him up and down, using his precum as lube. I was furiously moving my hands together in tandem as I watched his head roll back on the edge of the couch.

“Cazzo,” he murmured through gritted teeth. “If this is how your hands feel—”

I interrupted him by letting go of his swollen, thick cock and slid up toward him so that my mouth grazed against his jawline.

“Then can you imagine how my mouth feels?” I whispered, and he grabbed around my cheeks and pressed his lips furiously against mine. Quickly, they parted, and I sucked him down like I was licking every part of him.

“Have you imagined how I would feel fucking your face too, rosa mia?”

I nodded, looking up at him with a feigned doe-eyed expression.

His laugh was deep and low. “Don’t look at me like that unless you want me to throw you over my lap and spank you.”

I looked at him again with those large, innocent eyes, and his pupils darkened before he grabbed my waist.

“You promised you would do that to me twelve years ago and you haven’t yet.” I grabbed his hands at his waist and ground myself against his thigh. The very thin fabric of my shirt rode up against my stomach.

“Do you know what you’re asking, rosa mia?” Elio retorted, pointedly looking at me. His lips glistened with saliva, and I was desperate for him to touch, tease, please, and teach me.

“I am begging you to…” I almost hesitated for a moment but then mustered the rest of the confidence I had somehow gained between opening the front door to sitting on my knees in front of Elio.

So I finished my sentence.

“Daddy.”

Almost immediately, with an insatiable need, he lifted my hips up and grabbed the belt next to him. He grabbed the back of my head and yanked me down so I was hanging off his thick thighs. The blood was rushing to my head as I was folded in half over his lap.

I could feel the tip of his cock against my stomach. I still had the oversized t-shirt on, but at this point, it was hanging by my shoulders, and my whole back was exposed.

At first, I felt his hand circle around me. “So beautiful.”

Then I felt the very light slap of his palm against my naked cheeks. I grabbed onto his calves, and I could feel his muscles tense up.

He said huskily, “If you need to stop, squeeze me, and tell me if it gets too much.”

I nodded.

“Use your words, Gianna,” he commanded.

“Yes, okay,” I managed to get out in a strangled whisper.

I was much too focused on the amount of blood that was rushing to my head. I let my head go slack, and that’s when I felt his hand come down with a resounding—

Slap.

“Ohh,” I moaned. It felt so good to be punished.

“Yes, amore.” He groaned and did it again.

Slap.

This time, there was more force than the last. If this was what foreplay with this man looked like, I couldn’t imagine what the entrée was. I felt safe, comfortable, and desperate for him to teach me and show me everything I had been missing out on.

Slap.

Another forceful hand on my right ass cheek and I could feel the sting radiating through my legs.

“Harder,” I begged.

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