Page 80 of Little Deer
His reaction is instant, but he doesn’t ram himself down my throat. Instead, he orders, “Open up wider, Lucy.” I relax my jaw as much as I can, and bring my hands up to brace on his thighs so I don’t lose my balance. “Good girl. I want you to suck more of me in, but slow. Don’t choke. Not yet.” There’s a promise in his words, and I shudder with pure excitement.
Arousal pools between my thighs and I fight the urge to press my legs together to get more friction. Instead, I watch him as I slowly move my head forward, taking him deeper into my mouth and suck. Slow, like he told me, though I have to fight the urge to go faster the more I do it.
Every grunt and moan from him is testing my patience, but I force myself to ignore the urge. I watch him, figuring out the pace that he needs, the right amount of suction, and even the reaction I get when I press my tongue at the underside of his cock head. I might have a kink in my neck later from this angle, but I don’t give a damn. Watching him is going to be my new favorite pastime.
His expression is tight, his eyes bright and almost feral, as he watches me. His fingers in my hair flex, and I know he’s working hard not to give in to the desire to fuck my mouth hard. Joey used to get that expression, which always made me brace. Not this time. Not with Massimo.
I take more of him in until I can feel my gag flex trying to kick in. Years of training has me instinctively relaxing my throatand breathing in through my nose. Massimo lets out a low curse. “Fuck, Lucy. I should spank your ass for doing that. I didn’t tell you you could take more of me yet, did I?” There’s a note of displeasure, but he doesn’t pull away or yell. He simply tightens the grip on my hair and firmly holds my head in place as he pushes another inch into my mouth. “Since you want my cock so badly,cerbiatta, then that’s what you’re going to get. And you’re not going to stop sucking until I’m ready to come, are you?”
If he expects me to try and talk right now, he’s crazy.
He’s not as long as Joey was—though not by much—but he’s far more girthy, and I have to fight panic at how full my mouth feels. How close I feel to choking. Maybe Massimo senses my panic and worry, because he suddenly pulls back, giving me a bit more breathing room, and relief fills me. I blink as I suckle him, hoping he’s not upset.
There’s a tick in his jaw, but then he rasps, “That’s my good girl, Lucy. You did so good. We’ll get you used to me. Soon you’re going to be able to swallow me so fucking perfect, aren’t you?” The praise skitters along my skin, pleasure blooming. “I want you to do it again, but this time, only for a second. Relax your jaw as much as you can. Deep breath through your nose. That’s a good girl. Fuck, you feel so fucking perfect, Lucy. So fucking right.”
I don’t panic this time, swallowing him and sucking as much as I can. He pulls back, waits, watches, before he does it again. Each time he holds the position for an extra second, until finally he can’t seem to take it anymore and pulls back and out of my mouth completely. I whimper at the loss, my mouth pulling down into a pout.
Why did he have to do that?
“I’m not ready to come yet,cerbiatta,” he rasps, removing his hand from my hair. “Do you want more?” I nod eagerly. He closes his eyes for a second, but then when they reopen, his gazeis full of command, and the dominance that I crave. My eyes widen slightly at it, my stomach jolting. “Pull my pants down more, Lucy, and then I want you to explore me. I want you to know every inch of me. I want you to use your hands and your mouth. Do you understand? This is the only thing that matters to you right now, isn’t it? To please me?”
“Yes,” I breathe, already moving to comply, eagerness making me rush. I hear his low chuckle, but I ignore it. Every thought in my head is only doing what he wants. There is nothing trying to scream at me, trying to distract me. Only him.
Once I have his pants and boxers halfway down his thighs, I can finally look at him. Heavy balls hang between his legs, his cock hard and jutting straight out. He smells warm, musky, and like everything a woman craves. I don’t waste any time. I don’t doubt myself, or question what he wants. I simply take him back in my mouth and bring my hand up to cup his balls gently in my palm. He lets out a low groan, his hips rocking instantly, but then he stills, his hand coming back down to grip my hair.
“That’s it, Lucy,” he gasps out, a shudder moving through his body as I continue to suck him harder and more into my mouth while rolling his balls in my palm. “Fuck, that feels so fucking good. Suck me harder,cerbiatta. That’s it, just a bit more. Christ!”
I hum my pleasure as I do exactly as he asks, loving the way his thighs tense on either side of my head, and the way more precum spills onto my tongue and down my throat. He’s getting close to the edge, and it thrills me. Makes me want to see how much more I can push him.
I release his balls, and pull my head back, letting his cock slip out of my mouth. He doesn’t stop me, but his hand doesn’t move from my hair. Like he’s waiting to put me back to work if he doesn’t like what I’m doing. I’m okay with that. Though, I have a feeling he’ll still like this.
I scooch myself forward a bit more, opening my mouth and carefully sucking one of his balls into my mouth. My hand wraps around his slick cock, stroking it slowly as I suckle on the most sensitive part of him.
He lets out a hoarse shout before he gets himself under control. “Fuck, Lucy, yes. Yes. Just like that.” The praise and command by the direction he tilts my head to take a bit more of him is all the encouragement I need to switch to the other one and give it the same treatment. I try to keep my hand moving over him but it’s hard at this angle to do it the way I know he wants. Thankfully, he doesn’t seem to care.
“Enough,” he suddenly orders sharply. “Put my cock back in your mouth,cerbiatta. And this time, you’re going to suck hard until I come. And you’re going to swallow every last drop. Every last fucking drop or I’ll be displeased.” He groans as I quickly release him and do as I’m told.
He’s on the edge, and with every suction of my mouth, I can feel him getting closer. There’s a wild look in his eyes, feral, and like he’s not sure if he’s going to be able to contain himself anymore. Can’t have that, can we?
The bratty part of me, the one that doesn’t often rear her head, takes that moment to decide to come out and play. I lift my eyes to his, relax my jaw, take him as deep as I can, and bring my hand up to cup his balls and give it a bit of a squeeze.
The reaction is instant. He gives a sharp groan, his body going rigid before it suddenly shudders and cum fills my mouth. I have to work to swallow it all, his order of not letting a single drop screaming in my head. His hips drive forward more, pushing even deeper into my throat, but I manage not to panic. I just still all my movements and let him pour down my throat until he suddenly jerks himself back.
“Fuck, Lucy, are you alright?” he gasps, releasing me completely and gripping my face.
I give him a serene smile, licking the corner of my mouth when I feel a drop of him landing there from his hurried retreat. “I’m good,” I rasp huskily. “That was hot.” And it really was. Hell, I might need to make it a goal of mine to take all of him right to the root in the near future.
His eyes search mine, worry clear, but he finally relaxes when he realizes that I’m not upset or hurt. “I am sorry,cerbiatta. I didn’t mean to do that. I will never allow it to happen again.”
“I liked it,” I rush to assure him. “It was a surprise but?—”
“You did not agree to me going that deep, Lucy,” he says sternly, pulling away and quickly righting himself and his clothes, before helping me to my feet. He looks so angry with himself, that my chest clenches. “That was a complete break in your trust.”
“No, it wasn’t,” I try to reassure him. “Massimo, please, calm down.”
His jaw is tight as he stares down at me. “Lucy, you trusted me, and I promised you that I wouldn’t take advantage of that.”
“I trust you to know what I can handle,” I correct him firmly. “Massimo, I’ll take the apology that you did that, but I’m not angry about it. You didn’t do it to hurt me or punish me, and you’ve clearly understood that it was across a line. That doesn’t mean I’ll hold it against you. I enjoyed it. Now we know what I can handle, and that I’m okay with you going that far. Don’t be angry, please. I’m not. I liked it. I liked you losing control. It made me feel good. Made me want to do it again.”
