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Chapter fifteen
His Big Cock
A dark chuckle left him.
“I’m serious, Gianni.”
“It will fit, Princess,” This lusty edge lathered his words. “Daddy, will make sure of it.”
His voice sent swells of erotic pleasure rippling through my body despite my fear and hesitation.
The knot of anxiety in my belly tightened because holy shit, that cock of his was monstrous.
This long thick vein pulsed along the length.
The tip was round and swollen like it ached for me.
Then, this white liquid dripped out of it.
I blinked. “What is happening?”
He looked down at his cock—that monstrous thing pulsing and dripping even more white liquid from the swollen tip.
And his laugh was dark and low, the kind of sound that sent chills down my spine and heated my core all at the same time.
His gaze flicked back to mine. “That, my twisted little princess is what happens when a man wants a woman so damn bad that he can’t even control his body.”
Gianni growled. “That’s pre-cum.”
“Pre-cum,” I whispered.
“It’s my cock’s way of telling you how much I want you. It doesn’t happen all the time, but it’s what comes out when I’m thisfuckinghard. It means that I can’t wait to be inside you.”
My mouth suddenly went dry.
The idea of my body having this kind of effect on him made me less scared of the size and more heated to have him in me.
Gianni’s voice dropped lower. “Touch it, Princess.”
I looked up at him.
“Get some of that liquid on your finger.”
I hesitated, my heart pounding in my chest, but the look in his eyes left no room for refusal.
“Do it, Princess.”
Slowly, I reached out, my hand shaking as I brought my fingers closer to the tip of his cock. The warmth of him radiatedagainst my palm before I even made contact, and when my finger finally brushed against the slick, sticky liquid, I shivered at the intensity of it all.
Oh my. . .
“Good Princess,” Gianni’s voice was a dark caress. “Now, taste it.”
“Taste it?”
“Yes.”
My breath hitched, but I did as he commanded, bringing my finger to my lips.
