Page 61 of The Capo

And I craved it, every inch of me erupting with fiery heat.

As he unfastened his trousers, I dragged my tongue across my lips in an exaggerated manner, pinching my nipples between my fingers. The pain was delightful and I threw my head back, rolling my hips forward.

“Be careful, my sweet doll. I could break you.”

“I’m not fragile.”

“You say that now.” Seconds later, he was fully naked, standing at his full height and allowing me to bask in his insanely good looks. How could any man be that gorgeous?

As my gaze fell down the length of his chest, shifting across the artistic world of ink that he’d had tatted on his skin, he followed my gaze. The lightning bolt was surrounded by vines and scrolls.

“A symbol of power and strength used by the gods,” he told me, following my lead and rolling the rough pads of his fingers across the design before crawling his hand to his cock.

“That suits you perfectly.”

His smirk was darker than before and I could swear it was possible to read his mind, the darkness he was experiencing. I couldn’t stop quivering.

I inched to the foot of the bed, remaining on my knees, rubbing my hand against my skin as I moved it down further. The moment I shoved it between my legs, fingering my aching mound, he hissed as if angry that I’d touched what belonged to him.

Yet he wrapped his fingers around his cock, pumping several times as he watched every move I was making.

“No one else will ever touch you again. If they do, they die.” His dark words were said simply, frankly. And I knew he meant them.

“Yours.”

“Yes…” He moved closer, taking my hand away from my pussy, placing it on his stomach. I was surprised at the level of heat so extreme it seared my fingertips.

I licked my lips again, cooing as I took my time easing them down to his cock. The moment he pulled his hand away, I wrapped my fingers around the base. He inched closer, allowing me full access.

“Suck me, little doll. I need that hot mouth of yours around my cockhead.” He fisted my hair, guiding my head down.

I didn’t need any directions or encouragement, the draw to him unbelievable. Sticking out my tongue, I licked around the tip then across the sensitive slit, pulling back afterward as much as he would allow. Chuckling, I slipped my other hand between his legs, cupping and squeezing his balls.

“Fuck. Don’t tease me, doll. If you do, I won’t be gentle.”

His gruff words only made my pussy clench and release. “I don’t want it gentle. I want it rough.”

“As I’ve already told you. Be careful what you ask for.”

“Careful isn’t in my vocabulary.” His cock was hard as a rock and I couldn’t help myself, bending over and dragging my tongue down the underside. When I flicked it across his balls, he threw his head back with a sharp roar.

“It will be such joy to own every single hole.”

I shuddered from the thought, knowing he’d make good on his promise. At that moment, I would give him everything. All of me. Every. Single. Inch. I sucked on one testicle then the other, savoring the musky scent, the tangy taste. As I twisted my hand around his shaft, pumping tenderly, I could sense he was growing impatient.

Yet I was enjoying the moment of control, likely the only one I would have for some time to come. I zigged and zagged my tongue back to the tip, rolling it around his cockhead. As soon as I engulfed his cockhead, he rolled onto the balls of his feet, driving my head down until I was forced to take several more inches.

I almost gagged, he was so huge, filling my mouth and stretching my jaw muscles. But within seconds, I relaxed my throat, determined to take all of him. He rolled his fingers through my hair, every muscle in his body tense.

“That’s a good girl. Such a very good girl.”

His words of praise pushed my core to the extreme, tiny beads of perspiration floating across my upper lip in response. I twisted my hand around the base of his cock, creating a wave of friction. Every deep growl he issued, every animalistic sound, fueled the fire and I kept going, allowing him to stretch my mouth wide open until the tip hit the back of my throat.

He held me in place, the pressure on my head a reminder that I belonged to him. I swirled my tongue back and forth, trying to control my breathing. When he finally let me go, I could sense he was close to coming but I doubted he would allow me to finish this way.

When he took full control, cupping both sides of my face, I shifted my gaze so I could see his eyes. “That’s it, baby girl. One. Hot. Mouth.” He face-fucked me for a few seconds, taking his time pushing his cock inside and pulling out. Then he pulled out completely, shoving my shoulders until I tumbled backwards onto the bed. “Not that way. Not yet.”

As he crawled onto the bed, his eyes slanted, taking in all of me as he’d done so many times, yet this time was different. There was no way to describe how intense he or the moment had proven to be, the electricity in the room spiking. I had difficulty breathing, had given up focusing. All I could think about was having his big, thick cock buried deep inside.

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