Page 149 of Wicked Rivals

I kept quiet, so he could say the words, so he could tell me what he wanted.

“I’m going to spread your legs and watch how wet you get as I’m shoving my cock into your throat. You’re going to take it like a good girl. You’re going to suck me like your life depends on it while I decide what I want to do to you.”

A wave of adrenaline shot through me.

My heart pumped furiously.

Not fear. Anticipation. The not knowing.

“What are you going to do?” I asked, unable to stop myself.

“Whatever I want. What youshould worry about right now is learning how to be my good girl, how to obey when I give you an order. And you should keep in mind that you will not come until I say you can.”

I swallowed hard, bobbing my head up and down.

Fuck those romance novels. This man and his kind of control was absolutely the hottest thing ever.

He raised a brow. “What are you waiting for? On your back.”

Without another word, I climbed on the bed, lay on my back, and scooted until my head hung over the edge.

“Look at me, Val. You’ll need to steel your gag reflex. And if you can’t breathe, if you need me to stop, snap your fingers. But if you do, that’s it. We’re done playing.”

“Yes, sir,” I whispered.

Then I wiggled to get comfortable, pushing my shoulders over the edge just a little, gripping his thighs, and opened my mouth.

He started slowly, feeding me only the tip first. I sealed my lips around it, darting my tongue over the satiny smoothness to taste him.

It reminded me of a juicy plum, like when your tongue latches on just before your teeth break the fruit’s skin.

He pushed in a little at a time. I struggled but did my best to relax into it, to get used to the sensation filling my throat. After a few thrusts, he pushed in more of himself.

My eyes watered. My jaw tightened.

But for him, I ignored the discomfort and sucked. He moved in and out of my mouth, pushing deeper into my throat.

So focused on his cock, I literally jumped when he touched me.

Playing, teasing, groaning as I sucked, he circled my nipples with his thumbs and cupped my breasts.

“They’re fuller now,” he said, “and very fucking hot.”

Stefano slid his hands down my body, to my thighs, and pushed my legs open wide. As he stared at my pussy, I realized how shamelessly wet I’d become. Then he confirmed it for me.

“So wet for me already, baby.”

He dragged his knuckle up through my slit, then stopped to circle my clit with it, and I lost my damn mind.

The ecstasy building inside me whirled around his touch, faster, intensifying with each second.

“Christ, this is still the most perfect pussy. Mine. Have you given my pussy to anyone else, Val?”

Still sucking, I met his eyes and shook my head.

A tear rolled down the side of my face into my hair.

“Good girl,” he said.

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