Page 18 of Unhinged Little Angel

“I already told you,” I remind him, licking and nibbling my way across his collarbone, then along the column of his throat. “Beg.” His Adam’s apple bobs with a heavy swallow and a hot, wet dribble of precum smears between us. “I’m feeling generous with our wedding day being only a handful of hours away. A simple ‘Please suck me, Sir’ will be enough this time.”

I move lower again, indulging in the fantasy of tasting every inch of his smooth golden skin that I’ve had since the first time Dante stepped out under those bright stage lights with rage in his eyes and started to dance like nothing I’d ever seen before. He moved like the music was his god and dance was the only way he knew how to worship. I wanted to know where he learned to move like that, I wanted to know how he’d ended up stripping in Wildcliff instead of dancing for a company, and I wanted to lick every droplet of sweat off his body while he told me his life story.

“You’re infuriating,” he rasps, still squirming, hoping I won’t notice the way he arches into every drag of my tongue, still glaring so I won’t notice the reddening of his skin or his shallow breaths.

“And you’re stunning,” I murmur, sliding down his body to tease my tongue around the rim of his belly button, his eager cock bumping against my neck, leaving streaks of precum sticky on my skin.

“I don’t get off on submitting,” he growls, tangling his fingers in my hair again and thrusting his cock towards my mouth.

I part my lips and let his cockhead drag over them, holding his gaze. I flick my tongue out to catch the warm metal of the short barbell, salty and sweet just like the rest of his skin.

“Maybe you’ve just never found anyone worth submitting to before.” I mouth at his foreskin, my own cock throbbing at the silky slide of it over his steel-hard shaft.

“I should’ve known you’d be an arrogant, overconfident blowhard.” Rage and lust war in his eyes and he tries again to angle his cock into my mouth. This is my favorite part of taming a brat. He wants to prove to himself that I can’t be trusted, that if he hits the right nerve I’ll turn into a violent, greedy abuser just like he always knew I was.

“Is that what I am, Angioletto? An overconfident blowhard?” I purr, running my lips up and down his shaft and cupping his hot sac in my hand. His balls tighten and shift against my palm with every shuddering breath he thinks he’s hiding from me.

“You’re an annoying asshole who won’t just suck my dick,” he snarls.

I chuckle and Dante makes a sound like a yowling cat.

“You know the magic word. Four words, actually. Just say them and I’ll have this pretty cock of yours buried in my throat in a heartbeat. You’d be doing me a favor. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this.”

“What? To own me and make me beg?” The disdain dripping from his words doesn’t hide the throb that pulses through his cock when he talks about begging.

“To be the one responsible for all of your pleasure from now on.” I lap at his piercing again, and he bites back a sob.

“Please,” he mumbles.

“What was that, Angel?” I lick a long, slow stripe up his shaft, following the shape of his veins.

“Please,” he whispers just a little louder. “Please, suck my cock.”

I won’t insist on the ‘Sir’ this time. The shiver that racks his body and the whimper at the end of his words that I’m sure he hopes I don’t hear are enough for now.

“Good, Angioletto,” I praise him before opening my mouth and swallowing him down like a dying man finding water in the desert.

The weight of his cock on my tongue makes my balls tighten and the base of my cock throb. The arch of his back and the raw cry that comes from deep in his chest etch themselves into my memory instantly. Dante might not fully realize it yet, but I’m the last person who will ever wrap their mouth around his cock. His gasps and moans belong to me now. The way his body trembles and jerks with pleasure is all mine. I’ll kill anyone else who even tries.

I push his hips into the mattress, taking him deep into my throat, my nose buried against the dark thatch of his pubic hair, and stroke him with my tongue at the same time.

“Sal,” he groans, trying to buck against my weight and failing.

I bob my head up and down, leaving his cock glistening with saliva and precum before I swallow it again, over and over. He starts to stiffen even more between my lips, and I slow down, keeping him on edge. Fantasies of flipping him over and feasting on his pretty little hole dance through my mind, of getting him nice and soft with my tongue until he begs for something else, begs for my cock like his life depends on it. There’s time for all that though. A lifetime, actually.

I take him deep into my throat again and lay my forearm across his hips to keep him in place, slipping my free hand beneath myself. The brush of my fingertips over my eager cock has my eyes rolling back and a moan working its way through mythroat to vibrate around Dante’s throbbing shaft. I hold his cock in my mouth and start to stroke myself.

He breathes harder, his eyes locked on mine, his cock twitching between my lips, needy little cries accompanying every exhale. I suck him, working my jaw and tongue while I jerk myself faster, grunting and growling with my mouth full, watching the flush darken his cheeks, his pupils getting wider and his trembling getting too intense for him to even try to hide.

“Please, Sal, please. Oh god, I need… Please,” he wails, thrashing his head and trying again to buck out of my hold so he can fuck my mouth the way he wants to. I wasn’t going to hold out for an honorific this time, but I think I’m getting close. Is it too much to hope for?

I shuffle onto my knees without losing my leverage, forcing his cock even deeper down my throat in the process. My cock is dripping precum, leaking over my fingers with every wild stroke. I huff through my nose, bringing myself closer and closer to the edge. Dante pulses against my tongue, stiffening and swelling.

“Sir,” he shouts, pleading and frustration mingling in his needy groan.

That word on his lips is fucking ecstasy, drawing my pleasure out with another muffled moan around his cock. I pull back and as soon as I swallow him down again, he screams my name and his cock starts to spasm between my lips, splattering my tongue and the back of my throat with hot, salty ropes of cum. I shudder as my own orgasm crashes through me in waves, painting the sheets and his thighs with my release. I rub my oversensitive cockhead against the soft skin of his inner thigh and dribble out a few more spurts of cum, still sucking his cock, lapping at his slit to coax out every last drop.

My lungs are burning for air when I finally pull off of his softening cock and rest my forehead on his belly. I press a kiss right above his belly button and then tilt my head so I can lookat him. I can’t read his expression. Annoyed that I made him beg? Confused by how much he liked it? Maybe terrified of what I might do to hurt him now that he’s let his mask of control slip for just a few minutes.

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