Page 49 of Unhinged Little Angel

I bob my head eagerly, canting my hips to drag my hard, needy cock against his through our clothes.

“Please, please, please,” I murmur. The word isn’t even hard to say anymore. Not when his eyes are dark with lust and his mouth is red and damp from kissing me.

“First test, Angioletto. Let’s see if you can manage to follow directions,” he purrs. “Don’t move.”

“Where am I going to go? Out for a leisurely brunch in my underwear with my cock about to put someone’s eye out?” I huff.

Salvatore chuckles, then he lets go of my face and sits up, straddling my waist but holding himself carefully so he doesn’t put too much weight on me.

“Hey,” I complain, reaching for him again.

He arches an eyebrow and looks pointedly at my outstretched hand. “I said,don’t move. Want to try it again?”

I narrow my eyes then set my hand back down, right over my cock with a challenging smirk.

“Move again before I say so, and we’re done for this morning. Say, ‘yes, Sir.’”

“Fuck off,Sir.”

His eyes flash and his grin widens. “We’re getting closer, Angel.”

I roll my eyes. That doesn’t count as moving, does it? Apparently not because he doesn’t scold me again, but he does shift his weight slowly then climb off the bed. I make a disgruntled noise, but I manage to hold still this time. Salvatore strips his shirt over his head and tosses it aside. The man looks like a snack in those suits of his, but he’s a whole-ass meal naked. His chest and belly are covered in dark hair and lean, defined muscles. If I hadn’t spent the last week determined to prove to both of us that sex was his demand and not something I wanted, I could have spent some time rubbing my face all over the soft hair on his chest and tonguing the hard buds of his dark nipples, I could have mapped his body with my mouth the way he’s done with mine countless nights.

If I’m brave enough to admit it next time, maybe he’ll let me.

My cock twitches under my hand as he shoves his pants down and kicks them off, leaving his dick hard and swinging between his thighs. I’ve never worked harder to not move in my life, my muscles twitching with the effort, the defiant part of my brain tempting me to wiggle just to call his bluff. He sauntersacross the room, keeping one eye always trained on me, and opens the top drawer on his dresser to pull out a bottle of lube.

I swear he’s walking at half speed just to test me, taking his sweet time making his way back around to my side of the bed.

“That’s good, sweetheart.” He rewards me with soft praise and an even softer kiss.

His touch is so gentle it aches. I sink my teeth into his bottom lip, but all he does is hiss. He doesn’t kiss me any harder, doesn’t grab my jaw with bruising fingers, doesn’t even scold me. Weirdly, that soothes me a little. He’s a sturdy structure in a raging storm—it doesn’t matter how hard I batter against the outside, I won’t shake him.

Salvatore hooks his fingers in the waistband of my briefs and leans over the bed to drag kisses along the inside of my thighs as he tugs them down. He tosses them aside just like he did with his own clothes. He leaves my shirt on, since my sling is in the way, but pushes it up a few inches, teasing his tongue around the rim of my belly button, his stubble abrading my sensitive skin. My cock bobs untouched and drools a strand of sticky precum onto my stomach, and Salvatore laps it up with a groan like it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted.

“Can I move yet?” I whine, digging my teeth into my bottom lip, my thighs trembling with the urge to thrust, to search for his hot mouth with my cock.

“Yes, but only to shuffle over here. I’d move you myself, but I think there’s more risk I’ll hurt your shoulder that way.” He shows me where he wants me.

I roll my eyes again and sit up. “I’m not that fragile.”

“I’ll decide that for today. Unless you’re done playing?”

I bristle and then relax. He doesn’t think I’m weak, he just…cares. The realization hits me with a wave of confusion and more chaotic emotions. And, fine, maybe scooting my ass over to the side of the bed does hurt more than I want to admit out loud.

“Lay down, head towards me,” he commands, patting the spot he wants me in again.

I gingerly shuffle into place. “What are you—” As soon as I lie down, his cock fills my vision, swaying just over my face as my head hangs off the bed. “Oh.”

Salvatore wraps his hand around the base of his cock and drags the tip of it over my lips.

“Open wide for me, Angioletto. You’re going to keep my cock nice and warm and wet while I get your tight little hole ready. And you’re going to stay still and behave.”

My insides give an empty, needy ache and saliva pools in my mouth.

“Yes,” I gasp, nodding eagerly before opening my mouth wide.

SALVATORE

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