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This was getting too personal. I didn’t do personal.

But Gio wasn’t letting me go anywhere. His strong hand clamped down around my thigh, and the next thing I knew, his mouth was somewhere else.

His tongue slid between my folds causing my back to arch off the bed. I barely had time to catch my breath before his teeth grazed over my clit. Electric sparks shot into my core, making me bite back a moan. What he did to me before felt good, but it didn’t have shit on this. All I wanted to do was grind up against him as Gio continued to feast.

This must be what heaven was like. I quickly found out that it wasn’t heaven at all. It was hell.

When my orgasm climbed to the precipice, Gio slowed down before I could crest that bridge.

Then he did it again, and again, and again.

He continuously brought me to the point of ecstasy, but never gave me enough to to throw me over the edge.

It went on forever. By the time he pulled away and looked at me, I was hot, covered in sweat, and more frustrated then I thought possible. And I was the queen of frustration. One time I made Memphis so angry that it sounded like he was speaking in tongues.

People didn’t get on my nerves. I got on theirs. Yet when Gio looked up at me with a crooked smirk, all I wanted to do was kick him in the face.

“What’s wrong, Gattina? You seem frustrated.”

Was he kidding me?“What do you think?”

“Watch your tone.” He delivered a hard slap to my pussy.

If I wasn’t too busy biting back a moan, I might’ve been embarrassed by the wet sound his strike made.

“Now,” his finger circled my clit in agonizingly gentle way. “Why don’t you try asking me nicely for what you want.”

“Please,” was all I could manage to whine.

I was right there. My entire body was on fire. All I needed was a little more pressure.

“Do you want to come?”

He was going to make me say it wasn’t he?

I gritted my teeth and hissed, “Yes.”

He got what he wanted and therefore should’ve finished the job, but why would he do that?

Instead giving me what I needed, Gio said, “Too bad.” And got off the bed.

“What the hell?” Anger had a new name, and it was called need. As in I needed him to get his ass back on this bed. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“I’m gonna go have a shower and jerk off.”

What kind of bullshit was that. “Oh, so you can come?”

“I can come whenever I want. You,” he pointed at me. “Need my permission.”

Oh, I was going to kill him.

“Fine,” I snarled. “Untie me then and I’ll do it myself.”

I didn’t need him. I could figure this shit our on my own. Maybe? I hadn’t had luck in the past – the vagina was a complicated instrument that I wasn’t motivated to figure out before. Now, it was a matter of pride. Because, fuck Gio.

“What part of you need my permission did you not understand?”

He couldn’t be serious. “You can’t leave me tied up all night.”

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