Page 86 of Dance of Deception

I try to slam a hand over my mouth before I cry out again. But then I remember that they’re bound to the headboard of Milena’s guest bed.

“I did warn you.”

Suddenly, my eyes bulge as I feel wet lace shoved to my lips. Startled, I open my mouth, but I don’t get a word out before he stuffs the lace into my mouth, silencing me.

…With my own panties.

His lips and tongue go back to tormenting my clit as he sinks two fingers into me and scissors them deep. A low moan wrenches through me as I drown in the pleasure he’s wringing from mybody. He sucks harder on my throbbing clit, bringing me right to the brink before he backs off again.

A whine of frustration and pleasure rips from my throat.

Loudly.

“Apparently, you need something more than panties to plug up that mouth of yours.”

Suddenly, he’s pulling away from between my legs and moving up the bed on his knees. I twist my head, eyes wide as he kneels next to my face, his hand tugging at his belt.

My pulse jangles.

Raw desire and more than a little fear spike in my core.

I watch as Carmine opens his belt, then the button of his dark jeans. The zipper tugs down, and then his hand slips inside, sliding into his black boxers. One hand moves in a slow stroking motion that brings raw heat to my face. The other reaches out and deftly pulls my spit-soaked panties from my mouth.

Suddenly, he pulls his cock out, and my jawdrops.

Holy. Fucking. Hell.

It’s not just my lack of personal experience, or the fact that I don’t ever watch porn.

…It’s that he’s fuckinghuge.

Again, it’s not because I don’t personally have anything to compare it to. It’s that even his own large, masculine hand can barely fit around it, and only covers maybe a third of it as he strokes the base.

I stare at the swollen head, a clear drop of fluid beading at the tip and slowly running down one of his throbbing veins.

“Yes, I’d keep your jaw wide open,” he growls quietly. “You’ll need it just like that.”

There’s no preamble. No warning. Nothing. One moment, he’s stroking his cock in front of my face. The next, he’s grabbing a fist of my hair and guiding his huge dick between my lips.

I shiver at the silky, throbbingly hard feel of him invading my mouth. I gag instantly, but he doesn’t back off. He just stays there, conquering my lips and tongue as I try and get used to the size of the cock stretching my jaw.

“I’m going to guess from your earlier comment, the way you fainted watching someone make out in a club, and the simple reality that it’s clear you’re not sure what the fuck you’re doing that you’ve never sucked a cock before?”

I can’t answer. Fuck me, I can barelybreathewith the size of him stretching my mouth open. But when my eyes lift to his, I can see the truth reflected in his fierce gaze.

“Curious,” he murmurs darkly. “I can’t say that virgins have ever appealed to me in the slightest. Butyou, little dancer…”

He groans as his fist tightens in my hair, his hips clenching as he pushes his cock a little deeper into my mouth.

“Youcertainly do. Now, I’m going to leave my dick right here in your mouth.” His lips curl. “It’s not that I’m worried aboutyourfriends hearing you shatter for me. It’s that ifmy friendswere to hear, I’d be forced to cut their throats, and that would be…inconvenient.”

I shiver at how frankly he says it. It’s not dark gallows humor. He’s not trying to be edgy. It’s justhim, who he really is. It feels weirdly intimate, having him dropping the mask so completely with me.

Carmine twists around, keeping his cock between my lips. He reaches down over my body, his hand sliding under my ass and gripping me tightly as he pulls my hips up and lowers his mouth at the same time.

Oh shit…

My loud whimper is muffled around his bulging dick as his tongue dances over my clit again. He sucks it back between his lips, tormenting it with the tip of his tongue and instantly shoving me right back as high as I was before.

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