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His hand clamped down on my hair even harder until my scalp stung as he held me firmly in place and came hard in my mouth.
Oh my God.
A sudden, hot burst of liquid shot into my mouth. The forcefulness of it took me completely by surprise.
The salty liquid was more like jet streams.
Warm and sticky.
Coating my tongue and the back of my throat.
Spilling out the corners of my mouth.
I couldn’t help but swallow lots of it as I gasped and gagged.
And he continued to hold my head in place as that big cock pulsed and spurted more of these warm, salty jets into my mouth.
He growled, voice thick and low in his chest. “Swallow it all, princess. . .”
I swallowed, feeling the warmth of it all slide down my throat. It was a taste I hadn't experienced before, but far from disgusting.
“Good girl. Tomorrow morning, Daddy is going to give you whatever you want.” His grip on my hair eased up as the twitches of his orgasm began to subside.
I took the opportunity to pull away from him, and his cock fell from my mouth with a wet plop.
My breaths came out in ragged gasps as I wiped my mouth on the back of my hand.
Gianni’s body sagged against the wall, his breaths coming out in shuddering pants as he looked down at me with hooded eyes.
“That was. . .” His voice trailed off and he swallowed hard. “Fuck.”
Well. . .not bad for my first blow job.
The corner of my mouth twitched up in a satisfied smirk as I slowly rose to my feet.
Fast, Gianni’s free hand shot out, and his fingers wrapped around my wrist.
“Where do you think you’re going?” He pulled me against his body and pressed his lips against mine in a bruising, yet sensual kiss.
And surprisingly, he didn’t seem to mind that he was tasting himself on my tongue.
For some reason, that made me moan softly into his mouth, pressing harder against him.
When he pulled away, he whispered, “Well done, Princess. Thank you.”
I panted. “The Devil knows how to say thank you?”
“And apparently now I know how to say please.”
I grinned.
Then to my surprise, he frowned. “However, I still want you badly.”
Heat pooled between my thighs. “But. . .are you in control?”
“I am. Please, get the key.”
I gazed at the free hand that had yanked out the chains from the wall. “You’re insane.”
