Page 57 of Power
“Stop teasing me, Vittoria!” he growls, impatient, horny, and desperate.
I palm his balls and squeeze gently, eliciting a groan of appreciation from him. When I swipe my tongue over his balls, his grip on my hair tightens. “Fuck… fuck,” he snaps. “Fucking hell!”
His cock twitches in my palm, and that’s how I know he likes it—along with his strong hold in my hair.
“Oh, Vittoria.” I look up at him to see that he’s thrown his head back. There’s a sheen of sweat on his chest, running down to his rippled belly. “Take me in that mouth of yours, and suck me like you live to have my cock in your mouth.”
So, I do. I open my mouth and let him slide inside. He’s warm, smooth, and literally the best thing I’ve ever tasted. He glides down to the hollow of my throat, but I don’t stop. I hum over his cock and listen to him murmur my name over and over again.
“Sweet Jesus!” he mumbles when I bring him out of my mouth to lick him up and down. He’s salty on my tongue—heaven and hell combined. “You take my cock so damn well.Makes me want to… keep you tied down. Fuck you sore every single day.”
I nod, focused on him and his hot, dirty words.
He yanks my hair, and I cry out. “Open your mouth for me.”
I do.
He fucks my mouth hard then, gliding in and out, staying too long, thrusting with such force that I feel him in the back of my throat. I gag once or twice, but he doesn’t stop his violent plunges. There’s a bit of anger in the way he fucks my mouth—a kind of quiet vengeance—which I don’t mind.
I don’t want him to stop. I want to taste his come on my tongue, swallow him down.
As his body begins to grow taut, Dario releases his hold on my hair and pulls me up into his arms. His breathing is still ragged, but he strokes my arms with patience and love until his breath returns to normal.
“Why did you stop me? I wanted you to come in my mouth.” My voice comes out as a whine, but Dario doesn’t mind.
“You’ll get what you want when I say so, but not a moment before.” He snaps my panties off without warning, leaving me bare and exposed at his mercy.
He takes one hardened nipple in his mouth and bites. I yelp in pain until he licks the bite away with wonderful, wet kisses. “I want to taste your pretty pussy too.”
“Ohhh…”
“But I’m not fucking you just yet. Face the vanity.”
I obey.
He steps behind me, close enough that I can feel his warmth without touching him, and he turns my head to face the mirror. “Look,” he murmurs.
I do. My reflection stares back, body bare, face flushed, eyes dark. But it’s not just me. It’s him, standing behind me, taller,broader, fingers trailing from my shoulders down my arms. He holds my wrists, lifts them slightly, his mouth near my ear.
“You were his, once. And now?”
My pulse pounds. “Now I’m yours.”
His hands tighten. In the mirror, his eyes drag over me, then meet mine. “Then watch.”
And I do.
I glance at myself briefly before turning away, looking down. Dario tugs at my chin gently, his eyes a sweet sea of ease. “Why did you turn away?”
I sigh, feeling vulnerable in front of him. “I don’t like looking…”
“At your body?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
I shrug and say nothing. He squints at me, and then the thought registers. “It’s just Enzo said—”
