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What would it taste like?
I hesitated for a split second before licking the sticky drops of liquid off my fingertip.
Okay.
The taste was surprisingly salty, with a slight bitterness that lingered on my tongue, but it wasn’t unpleasant. It was uniquely him, a taste that felt as dangerous, deadly, and intoxicating as the man himself.
Groaning, Gianni watched me intently.
I licked my finger clean.
“How does it taste, Princess?”
I swallowed hard. “It tastes like you. . .like power.”
A dark, pleased smile spread across his lips. “That’s right. It’s the taste of power, butyour powerover me.”
He touched my chin, trailed his hand down my throat, and slipped his fingers to my breasts, where he brushed his thumb over my nipple.
I quivered in erotic delight.
He pinched it hard.
“Oh.”
Then, he let it go and rubbed away the tiny pleasureful pain that had come. “And when I’m inside you, when I finally fuckyou the way you were meant to be fucked, you’re going to crave that taste every time you think of me.”
And dear God, I knew he was right.
I knew it deep in my soul.
My whole body shook with the truth of his statement.
Gianni leaned over me, his powerful frame shadowing my body. His eyes were now dark emeralds in the moonlight, shimmered with deranged lust.
He removed his hand from my nipple, rose, and then to my surprise. . .he wrapped his huge hand around his cock.
I widened my eyes.
There, he slowly began to stroke himself.
I bit my bottom lip.
The sight of his strong hand wrapped around his own fat length nearly causing my heart to stop.
He groaned.
The way he moved his hand was mesmerizing; slowly at first, then gradually picking up speed until he was nearly growling in pleasure.
He let go. “Now you touch it.”
I parted my lips and reached out my hand.
“Go ahead.” He groaned. “Touch Daddy’s cock.”
I did, and it was so damn satisfying.
His cock felt hot and heavy against my palm.
