Page 79 of The Bonventi Hitman
Large walk-in closet, huge tub with tiles surrounding it, and a shower with three heads.
"This is nice, Gabriel," I say and walk over to the bed.
"This bed is huge. And the wrought iron headboard, nice touch, Mr. Fancy."
"Do you like it?" he asks, coming up behind me.
"Obviously. I don't think I've ever seen a bed so large."
"It's custom."
I run my hand along the duvet. It feels soft and inviting, and like most things in this home, expensive.
I feel Gabriel press into me and hold me tight. "This is where you'll sleep. Every night, next to me. Never any place else. Never with anyone else."
I lean my head to the side and close my eyes. He seizes the opportunity to gently run his tongue up and down my neck, mixing in little kisses.
A moan escapes me without thinking, and I can feel his cock stirring in his pants.
I open my eyes, and the first thing I see is a luxurious tufted chair, and I get an idea, the only thoughts my body will allow.
I need to taste him.
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My pulse quickens with excitement as I act with a boldness that matches the heat pooling between my thighs.
I lead him over to the chair and spin him around. I nibble on his lip, and with a decisive shove, I push him back onto the chair, his surprise quickly replaced by a predatory hunger as my hands roam his chest. Each sharp intake of breath, each subtle shift of his body, tells me he's mine for the taking.
I smile as I sink to my knees before him. My fingers dance over the cool metal of his belt buckle, the sound of its release heightening my desire. I pull the leather through the loops with a deliberate slowness that makes him feel every bit of anticipation.
With a flick of my wrist, I free the button of his trousers and slide the zipper down to reveal the straining fabric of his boxer briefs. I hook my fingers into the waistband and tug both garments down in one fluid motion, his cock springing free—hard, thick, and pulsing with need.
I glance up at Gabriel as I curl my fingers around the base of his shaft. His eyes are full of desire, his lips parted with the effort of maintaining control. I lean forward and tease the bead of precum that's gathered at his tip with my tongue.
A groan rumbles from deep within his chest as I swirl my tongue around his sensitive tip, his fingers tangling in my hair with a possessive grip. Encouraged by his reaction, I part my lips and take him into my mouth, my tongue tracing the thick vein along the underside of his cock as I slowly descend.
I relax myself to fit all of him in my mouth and feel him hitting the back of my throat, which elicits a moan of pleasure from both of us in unison, the vibration making him twitch and throb against my tongue. I establish a rhythm, my hands and mouth working toward my goal, twisting and sucking with an eagerness that borders on desperation.
Gabriel's control begins to unravel, his hips bucking to meet my movements, his breaths coming in gasps. Our eyes lock, the intensity of his gaze pinning me in place as effectively as his hands in my hair. The raw desire stokes the fire within me, my own arousal growing.
I feel the telltale tremors coursing through his body, the tightening of his fingers in my hair signaling he is about to come. As if trying to warn me with his deep growls, I refuse to relent; instead, I increase my pace, eager to taste his surrender.
With a final groan, Gabriel succumbs to the pleasure, his hot, salty release spilling into my mouth. I swallow, his essence coating my tongue and sliding down my throat. The act of consuming him, of claiming this part of his pleasure, sends a thrill of power through me.
I pull back slowly, wipe my mouth, and rise to my feet. An overwhelming sense of satisfaction forces a smile I can't wipe away. I look at Gabriel and can see in his eyes that the sight of me on my knees will forever be etched into his memory.
"You are amazing," he says, his voice low.
He pulls me in, and his lips crash against mine in a searing kiss.
As he's about to speak, his phone begins vibrating in his pocket.
"Shit, I need to take this. Hold on," he says and walks into the bathroom.
I sit in the chair and lick my lips, the taste of him still lingering on my tongue. I press my thighs together and can feel how wet I am.
"What. What are you fucking talking about? Where?" Gabriel yells from the bathroom. My body tenses up, and all desire quickly fades, replaced with fear, my fight-or-flight instincts overtaking everything.
