Page 18 of Driftwood Daffodil 2

For some reason, I thought not being able to see it would make me feel better. But when his dick sprang out and brushed against my mouth, all I wanted to do was run away. Instead, I reminded myself why I was doing this and parted my lips.

The muscles in Gio’s legs tensed as I pulled his thick head in my mouth, which didn’t help any. Not only did it feel like my mouth was stretched beyond limits–I only had an inch of his length sucked back–but the flavor that exploded across my tongue wasn’t horrible. It was a tad salty, with masculine undertones, but not intolerable. Why couldn’t he taste like shit?

Alright, he’s in my mouth… what now?

I thought back to the many conversations I had with Memphis and slid down a bit more. Not too much, though. There was no way I could take this whole thing, and I wasn’t about to be the girl that choked to death on a dick. Then again, I suppose if that happened to anyone, it would be me. Still, it wasn’t worth the risk. It was better to take it slow at first, and test my limits.

At least that’s what I thought until I heard the leather on the arms of the chair creek followed by Gio’s hiss.

Was I good at this?

My left eye popped open to peek up at the strained look on Gio’s face. Either he was enjoying this or he really wanted to hit me. Both options had their merits. I was kind of annoying, but Gio didn’t look too annoyed, so maybe I was good at this.

Let’s find out.

I sucked in my cheeks and bobbed my head, going down more and more each time, until I swallowed his entire length. Apparently my gag reflex didn’t exist. I knew all those times I crammed food down my throat would pay off. And Maw Maw said nothing good came from eating fast.

Gio sure as hell wasn’t complaining. I was pretty sure he was enjoying this. His grunts and tense body was proof of that.

He wasn’t so scary now. Big bad Gio Mancini, with his “I hate yous” and his “I’m going to kill your brother” crap, was taken down by my mouth. Because I was good at this.

Who’s got the power now, motherfucker?

This was the best feeling in the world. If my jaw didn’t hurt so much then I might’ve done this all day. Okay, maybe not all day, but for a little bit. Just as that thought left my mind, Gio’s hand flattened on the back of my head and slammed me down on his shaft.

This time I did gag, mostly because of the warm fluid shooting down my throat.

That did not taste good, but I couldn’t spit it out because my mouth was full. My only option was to swallow, and hope I could get it down fast.

Once Gio was done he pulled me off him and shoved me back on the floor, which was rude in my opinion. Shouldn’t he be thanking me or something?

When I looked at his face, thankfulness was the last thing I saw. I’d never seen his eyes look so dark. I might’ve passed it off as lust if it wasn’t for the angry tick in his jaw. And by angry I meant rage filled and murderous.

I sat there with my palms on the floor behind me wondering if I did something wrong?

Gio’s eyes remained locked on me as he tucked himself away and all my insecurities came rushing back. What the hell was I doing? I was just an average girl with an average life. What made me think that I could do anything to help Kato? I couldn’t even convince Veda to leave the house.

“I assume her performance was adequate?”

Not even the sound of Cesare’s voice was enough to make me tear my eyes off of Gio.

“It was fine.” He grumbled while glaring down at me.

Fine? It didn’t seem fine. In fact he didn’t seem pleased in the least.

“You came.” It was a valid argument, but based on the sneer curling Gio’s lip, I probably should’ve kept my mouth shut.

He rose from the chair and took a step over to where I was sprawled, “Get up.”

The word, “Why?” bubbled up my throat before I could stop it.

That was a mistake.

Gio seized my arm and ripped me off the floor so hard I yelped at the pain of his fingers digging into my flesh.

Next thing I knew his angry face was growling in mine, “Where the fuck did you learn to do that?”

What? “Do what?”

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