Chapter 8 Giovanni #2
Finding nothing that ties me to another woman, Valentina spins around to face me. “Can I?” She gestures her hand at the custom bar in the living room.
“Help yourself.”
After removing my coat and tossing it over one of the sofas, I join her for a nightcap. When I reach for a glass, our hands brush. That slight touch sends a jolt through me, and it makes me disinterested in an aperitive.
I have one wish, and the seductive scent pluming from Valentina confirms she knows exactly what I want.
Strands of caramel hair weave around my fingers when I fist her hair and seal my mouth over hers. I kiss her hard, spelling out my intentions without words. I want her with an intensity that rivals my lungs’ desire for air, and I’m disturbingly aware I won’t be able to stop, even if asked.
Valentina is happy to accommodate my needs. She returns my kiss with equal enthusiasm, and then her singsong moan sends a needy zap to my balls. “I want your cock in my mouth so badly.”
She shoves me back, and I land on the sofa with a thud. Then the most beautiful fucking sight in the world presents itself. Valentina is on her knees, yanking at my belt.
Leaning back, I hand over the reins. She loosens my belt before moving her hands to my dress shirt. I hiss when her impatience becomes too much. Pearl buttons scatter across the floorboards when she tears open my shirt after undoing only two measly buttons.
Her fingers sketch the contours in my stomach before her index finger traces the circular wound in my left pectoral muscle. When she peers up at me, the panic I anticipated earlier swamps her impressive eyes.
I could explain that battle scars are an occupational hazard of my job, but since I want to ease her into my life, I distract her by raising my ass off my seat and tugging down my trousers.
My boxer shorts stretch against my erection and dampen with pre-cum.
A second later, Valentina curls her hand around the bulge in my boxers. She holds my cock like her pussy did while milking it of cum, then shifts forward.
Her desire for me—and perhaps my cock—is evident on her face.
Fuck.
Just the rise and fall of her chest as she gazes at me with untapped hunger is enough to make me come, so I won’t mention how I could achieve release just from looking at her beautiful face.
Fortunately for all involved, I’m all about self-control.
I can last for hours if needed.
Pre-cum pools at the tip of my cock when Valentina pulls down the waistband of my boxer shorts. My dick bobs free before steadily rising toward my belly button. Its long stretch doubles the dilation of Valentina’s eyes and makes her mouth water.
“You can take it,” I assure her, gripping the base. “You just need to go slow. Your face alone has my release rapidly building. I don’t want to make a fool of myself.”
My underhanded compliment returns some of the confidence her eyes lost when my dick sprang free from my boxers. Invisible wings flourish behind her as a cock-thickening smile stretches across her face.
After licking her lips, she lowers her head to my cock. A groan rolls through my chest when her tongue darts over the slit in my crown. She’s barely touching me, but my balls are already pulling in close.
“Tell me something about yourself.”
Valentina laughs, disarmed by my question. “Now? You want me to tell you something about myself now?”
With my hand fisted in her hair, arrowing her lips back toward my knob, I nod.
She licks the length of my erection and circles her lips over the crown before asking, “What do you want to know?”
“Everything.”
She rolls her eyes, but she continues sucking my dick. “That’s a tall order.”
“I have all night.” I grunt my last word. The feeling of my cock’s head brushing her tonsils is too intense for a casual reaction.
My body heats and my eyes struggle to remain open when she takes me to the back of her throat over and over before she submits to my silent bidding.
“All right. I was conceived in Sicily but was born in America.” Another suck, another confession. “I grew up on the outskirts of Los Angeles. My mom is Sicilian, and my father isn’t in the picture.”
When her chin quivers at the end of her reply, I thrust my hips upward, re-piercing my cock’s head between her pillowy lips. I’m distracting her. She knows this. But since she’s more grateful than annoyed for the distraction, she allows it.
It takes all my control not to shove my cock deep inside her mouth when she teasingly licks the tip, but I show restraint since her non-gagged mouth allows her to speak. “We moved back a few months ago on the promise of a better life. It hasn’t gone as planned.”
I listen intently while fighting not to blow my load. Her lips are fucking heaven, and it’s taking all my willpower not to come. “Why Carlisle?”
Her shrug is way too fucking cute for a woman devouring the monster dick her curves and beautiful face inspired. “The healthcare was supposed to be good here.”
All too familiar with how her story will end, I wince but can’t offer a single sympathy since she accepts me back into her mouth.
My cock flexes when her lips move to within two inches of the cropped hairs splayed across my pubic bone. No woman has ever come close to taking me so deeply before, and her eagerness takes everything off the table—except my urgency to come.