Page 29 of Giovanni
“If we agree that we are equals, then beyond that, I don’t care about conquering you. If you want to call the shots, respectfully, of course, then by all means. I could use the mental break from decision-making all day. I take care of other people all day long. It’d be nice to be taken care of for once.”
Her confession is the music to my ears. Relenting, submitting, whatever word I want to use, she’s all in from the sounds of it, and my heart leaps in my chest.
“I must have died and gone to Heaven because I think you just said you’d submit to me, respectfully, of course,” I confirm, using her word choice, which I fully agree with.
She laughs, light and airy, with a warning look.
“I’m not sure I like the word submit. I’d use softer language such as yield on most occasions, reserving the right to exercise my free will as needed and at any time.”
Now I’m laughing, the heartiness bouncing her on my chest.
“Spoken like a true lawyer. Now, let’s seal the deal with a kiss.”
She winks and avoids my lips.
“How about sealing the deal with another round?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
My cock rises against her leg. When I roll her over, hovering inches above her, I let it dangle against her stomach.
“By the way, did you call me O.G.?”
Her eyebrows wrinkle in confusion until her expression clears.
“I started to say, Oh, Giovanni, but everything felt so good that I didn’t get it out.”
“Ah, I was going to have you call me Sir from now on, but O.G. for original gangster works too.”
Her laughter gets lost in my mouth as I take her tongue in deeply while flipping us over. She breaks the kiss when she settles on top of my stomach, the heat from her mound soaking into my skin.
“O.G. What do you know about that?”
She’s still trying to contain her chuckles when I grab her hips and slide her down to my awaiting cock. A small gasp escapes her mouth as she clutches my chest to hold on while I adjust her.
“I know Shorty wanna ride, so get to it.”
Her nails dig into my skin as she moves my cock away from the crack of her ass, much to my displeasure. If she cooperated, she could slide down it, and I could watch her reaction to taking me all in again.
“Did you just quote Young Buck?”
She adjusts her legs to tuck her ankles under my hamstrings. My hands slide from her hips to circle her ass, pulling her cheeks apart and nestling my cock in between them as she frowns.
“I did. Now, are you going to be a good girl and ride me?”
She bites her lip at the challenge, forging sliding on my cock but starting to grind her slick pussy against my short pubes.
“Were you even born when that song came out?” she asks with a coy grin, knowing exactly what she’s doing by not listening even though I asked nicely and used praise. This is what she’s talking about, having a little control to tease me as I tease her.
“No idea. Now are you going to get on O.G.’s cock, or am I going to have to take you from behind again?”
Her fingernails dig into my abdomen while she twists around and strokes my cock. It’s nice, her grip tight and firm, but hand jobs don’t satisfy my craving to be back inside her.
“Maybe I will, and maybe I won’t. What are you going to do about it?”
Her green eyes sparkle, her hips grind, and her hand tickles my balls, causing me to jump at the unexpected intrusion. Her unexpected sass is fast becoming one of my favorite things about her, outside of her light voice and caring disposition.
My heart races with anticipation as I watch her expression turn mischievous. I can’t resist the challenge in her voice, the hunger in her gaze. I grab her wrist, stopping her teasing touch.
