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I want to cry out in protest but don’t want to give him that satisfaction, so I continue lying here, waiting in anticipation of what he’ll do next.
“Tell me, Amalia. Do you use this pretty red toy on yourself often?”
“I don’t believe that’s any of your business,” I breathe out.
He lowers the vibrator until it’s hovering just above my clit, and looks at me with a crooked smile on his face and turns it off. I stop breathing, confused as to what he’s doing to me.
He runs the vibrator along my neck again, but this time he slides it up to my lips and traces them.
I lie still as a statue.
“Open up,” Vincenzo says, and I’m so turned on I do it.
As I lower my jaw, he slides my vibrator into my mouth and says, “Now close.”
It’s like I’ve been hypnotized by him. Stuck in a trance I can’t get out of no matter how badly I want to.
Doing as he says, I close my mouth around the silicone toy, and Vincenzo pushes it in and out, swirling it around a few times before pulling it out. Both of our gazes are drawn to the glistening toy, and if I didn’t know any better, I’d say Vincenzo is just as turned on as I am right now.
He turns the toy back on and lowers it to my pussy again. Except this time, he finds my clit immediately. I nearly jump at the sensation, my senses already heightened from the erotic exchange.
Vincenzo chuckles. “Another piercing, huh?”
The vibrator moving against my clit piercing is going to have me squirming any second.
“You set the man up for success, and he still couldn’t pull through.” He tsks. “Such a shame, Amalia.”
He runs the toy up and down my slit a few times, then places the vibrator in my hand and positions me so it’s on my clit again.
“Keep it there,” he commands. Getting off the bed, he unbuckles his belt and pushes his pants down with his boxers.
His dick springs out, and my eyes widen. I’ve never seen a man so…Fuck, is that a…
My attention is grabbed by ten shiny barbells lining the underside of his shaft.He has a fucking Jacob’s Ladder?
I lick my lips, wanting to get a taste of him. To run my tongue along the smooth skin of the ridges. As if this man couldn’t get anymore fucking attractive…
He wraps his hand around the base of his shaft and squeezes, stroking himself a few times. I’m so distracted with what he’s doing, I don’t even realize I’ve let my vibrator fall away from my clit.
“Keep your vibrator on you,” he grunts out.
I do as he says while he strokes his dick and gets impossibly bigger as he grows harder.
I’ve never masturbated in front of a guy like this before, and I’m starting to regret that because the moment has me more excited than ever before.
With my free hand, I squeeze my breast, pinching my nipple. It draws Vincenzo’s attention, and we watch each other pleasure ourselves in silence for several minutes. Nothing but our breaths filling the air.
When my breathing picks up speed and I start to involuntarily grind my pussy into the vibrator, Vincenzo growls out, “Don’t even think about it.”
I look at him with a furrow in my brow. “What?”
“You heard me,” he says between pants. I can tell he’s almost at his climax, so why the fuck wouldn’t he want me at mine?
He kneels on the bed and takes the vibrator from my hand, and for some stupid fucking reason, I let him. Not because I want him to, but I think because I’m in shock.
“That’s a good girl,” he says, picking up the speed of his hand on his dick.
I don’t get a chance to respond before he’s letting out a deep, low groan and is spilling his seed all over my chest.
