Page 90 of Third Degree

“I loved my birthday gift.” I wrapped my hands around his neck and pulled him down for a kiss. The entire night had enraptured me, and all the emotions of the last few evenings had me feeling bold and dangerous.

We were standing in the hallway of the house, and the lights in the back were still twinkling from the garden. I unbuckled my jeans and shimmied out of them, exposing the small lace thong I had managed to pack.

“Rosa mia…” Elio threatened, and I placed a finger to his mouth to silence him. I unbuckled his belt and then pulled his jeans down, but not before I saved the belt and handed it to him.

“For later,” I reminded him.

His smirk was insatiable, his eyes filled with a deep hunger. He nodded at me and then held his hands in the air as I slowly made my way to his shirt, taking my time to undo each button.

When I was done, I pulled the shirt off his chest. I started by licking his chest and drew my mouth up his neck as far as I could.

“Sit.” I pointed to a chair in the corner of the room. It was a large black leather reading chair, but it looked like a fucking throne for my king to sit on.

He lifted me up, throwing me over his shoulders.. As we walked over to the chair before he dropped me, I could feel the belt in his other hand tightening.

“You think you’re the boss here?” he asked, and I quickly nodded.

“Think twice.” With that, two quick slaps from the belt hit my ass, and I cried out in a mixture of satisfaction and pain.

“Put me down,” I whined.

“Not so fast.” One more slap rained down, and this time, I groaned in longing. “I can feel your wet heat on me, Gianna.” My name came out as a growl as he set me down.

I pushed his shoulders, and he toppled into the chair. Immediately without me asking, he splayed out, his cock tenting his boxer briefs. I jumped on top of him and straddled him with only a very small amount of fabric between us.

I grabbed his jaw and lifted his face up before I devoured his mouth. Quickly forcing my tongue into him and fucking him with it while I ground my dampness against the fabric, feeling his cock grow even harder beneath me.

Feeling adventurous, I used my teeth and pulled against his bottom lip, drawing the very smallest amount of blood. He lifted his finger up to see what I had done.

“What a fucking bad girl. I think you deserve to be punished.”

I nodded feverishly.

Elio emitted a low chuckle. “You aren’t supposed to agree, preziosa.”

He lifted me off his lap, and I felt the wetness drip down my thigh.

“Take off your shirt,” my distinguished king commanded of me and pointed to the floor in front of him.

I happily obliged, slowly pulling the bottom hem up and over my head. I stood there in front of him, completely naked and so fucking desperately turned on.

“Using your two fingers, roll your nipples through them.”

He quickly pulled off his underwear, exposing his hard cock, and started to slowly stroke it. I grabbed each breast and used my fingers to pull my nipples and roll them with my fingertips. I closed my eyes and envisioned Elio’s hands on me.

“Eyes open. Look at me,” he commanded.

I did as instructed and watched him stare at me. His hands moved on his shaft, and he increased the intensity as he observed.

“Sit on my face.” He groaned when I nodded in agreement and pulled his hand off his cock.

I stared at him, unsure of how I was going to do this, before he grabbed my waist and turned me around. I was doing a handstand over his body as he grabbed my thighs and started circling my clit with his tongue.

Immediately, a moan escaped from my lips. I was upside down again, and my mouth was so close to him that if I leaned down a little bit more, I could take him.

“Show me what a good learner you have been and take my cock into your mouth.”

His wish was my command. I swept down and started sucking him with my mouth. Nothing about what we were doing was romantic. No, it was carnal and filled with a desperate fire. I needed more of him, so I opened my jaw to take him deeper into the back of my throat.

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