Page 83 of Masked Hearts

“Technically, I didn’t lie,” he bites out. “I said I don’t bite unless you like that, and from the lewd noises you were making, I’d like to think you like it. Quite a lot, actually.”

“Touché.” My hand moves up his thighs until they reach his belt.

To my surprise, he exudes so much patience as he watches me slowly remove his belt and undo the zipper. So much control compared to whenever he is giving me pleasure.

“What’s going on in that pretty head of yours,tesoro?” His hand cups my cheek.

“Hmm?” My eyes meet his.

“You keep looking at me like you’re worried about something.”

I shift to pull down his pants, but he stops me. “Answer me.”

“You’re just so calm compared to whenever we’ve done anything before…”

He lets out a snicker as he allows me to slide his trousers down. “Let’s just say I’ve always been more of a giver than a receiver, so I’m always more keen to give than receive.”

“Oh,” I hesitate. “Do you not want me to…”

Another chuckle leaves his lips as he leans forward and grabs both my hands, bringing them to his lips to kiss them. “I’ve been imagining your perfectly plump lips around my cock since I’ve felt them against mine. Not to mention that tongue ring of yours.”

With that, my confidence is back to where it was when I decided I wanted to do this. As he lowers my hands, the entire atmosphere is different. Almost challenging.

“Let me see what you can do,tesoro.”

There it is. The challenge is out there in the air, and I can’t help but feel the need to impress him burn in my chest.

As I gaze at his underwear that’s now visible, I’m reminded of a very terrifying fact.

He’s fucking huge.

I haven’t seen many dicks in my life, but it’s so evident that Antonio is very gifted—and he knows it, too, based on the smug smirk on his face.

My hand hesitantly reaches out to rub him through the fabric, and aside from a light shudder, he lets me fully explore his body.

He’s rock hard and throbbing beneath my hand. I make eye contact as I reach for the waistband of his underwear, gulping as he fully comes into view.

I wrap my hand around it and he lets out a groan. I realise it’s probably because my hands are cold.

“Sorry.” I look at him apologetically.

“Theá, you can’t look at me like that with my dick in your hand.”

“Why not?” I hold his gaze as I lower my mouth and wrap it around his tip. It tastes sort of salty, but not as bad as I could’ve imagined. I’m even more excited to see how he reacts to my mouth.

His light green eyes pierce mine as he tracks my movements. I slowly start sucking more and more of him into my mouth.

Antonio’s grunts of pleasure fill the kitchen, and they sound like a melody.

“Cazzo, tesoro, you take my cock so well,” he moans, his eyes rolling back.

He may think so, but I’m struggling to take any more of him in my mouth. I allow his length to go as far as I can handle until I choke on it, before I pull off of it completely.

He stares at me wide-eyed. “That felt fucking amazing. Can you do it again?”

I gather all the spit in my mouth and let it drip down his cock, using my hands to spread it over the parts I can’t reach with my mouth. “Theá,fuck, this is torture.” I can’t help but smirk at his begging. It’s such a stark contrast to his usual nature.

“You wanna fuck my throat?”

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