He stood slowly, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, then ran his tongue across his bottom lip, savouring me.
His dark eyes had darkened, and his chest rose and fell with every breath.
That look.
God, that look on his face was mild.
Like he'd just discovered something he wanted to dangerously ruin slowly.
As if I he had found something too delicious and couldn't wait to sink his teeth in it.
He reached for his shirt, and my breath caught as he unbuttoned it, then shrugged it off.
My eyes dragged down his body, helpless.
The hard lines f muscle, the curve of his shoulders, the sharp cut of the abs.
Fuck.
Coiled along the side of his stomach, slithering low and disappearing beneath the waistband of his pants, was a tattoo of a snake. It was black, detailed, and so fucking sensual.
Normally, I wasn't into tattoos . Either the artist was a damn genius , or anything just looked good on him.
My thighs clenched. Even after coming, the sight of him still made me ache with need.
He caught my stare , smirked, and reached for his belt, fingers moving like he had all the time in the world. The leather slid free with a low, teasing sound.
" Now that I have got you to relax..." He paused, letting trh belt fall to the floor with a soft clink.
" It's time for you to get in your knees and beg, principessa. "
" W-What do you mean?" I whispered.
I ran a hand through my hair, letting a slow smirk curl across my lips.
" I wanna fuck you tonight the way noone else would have done before, moglie."
" So , on your knees, principessa. Beg me to fuck your mouth like a good girl."
My eyes widened, pure-shock painted on my face. Like noone ever wanted her like this before.
He stepped in, leaned down, and slowly slipped his thumb against my lips, parting them.
" If you want me to pleasure you," he said.
Watching me like an eagle.
" You need to promise darling,"
My eyes widened after hearing.
" You need to behave like a good girl tonight. "
I sank into my knees. His thumb brushed against my lips.
" I love you soo much , moglie."
" I love you too."
He bent and gave me a kiss.
Nor too rough.
Neither too demanding.
Just showing his affection for me.
Slow. Sweet.
His thumb roaming around my lips.
I leaned forward and licked it.
I eyes looked up at him.
I can see that a jolt straight was sent in his spine.
I sucked softly on his finger, still looking up at his like I wanted to be ruined.
I smiled and gently pulled his thumb from my mouth.
He cupped my chin and leaned in, brushing his mouth over mine in a kiss that was soft enough to make my bottom lip, tugging it gently before pulling away, my breath catching in my throat.
" Good girl." He murmured, eyes locked on mine.
My face flushed instantly, pink crawling from my cheeks down to my throat.
He stepped back slightly, letting my gaze trail down the length of my body.
" But," he said with a crooked grin, " you will have to suck on something bigger, principessa."
I looked down, my lips parted. My tongue darted out to wet them.
" Yes...daddy!"
His brow lifted in surprise, and so did mine.
My face flushed a deeper shade of red, like the word had slipped out involuntarily.
" Ready to suck me, principessa." He demanded.
I stiffened. My fingers curled around my ziper.
I licked my bottom lip slowly.
His hand slipped into my hairs, fingers curling at the nape of her neck.
" Good girl, " He murmured.
" Now open wide and suck, babydoll."
My fingers trembled slightly as they reached for the zipper.
I moved slowly.
Every sound, Every breath felt loud and heavy, like the world had narrowed down to this moment, to this man.
I pulled the zipper down halfway before I paused.
Frozen.
My heart pounded violently, heat coiling low in my belly as my thoughts spiraled.
I glanced up.
His blue eyes were watching me, curious and dark, studying evert flicker if doubt in my expression.
My gaze trailed lower.
To his bare chest , taut, sculpted, the kind of body that should not be real.
His tattoos along his skin like waiting to be licked, and that damn v-line of his.
I swallowed hard.
God.
This man was temptation carved in flesh.
I was losing my mind for him second by second.
He was still staring at me.
I slid my hands back down to his waistband and tugged gently.
The fabric gave away, falling past his hips.
That same cocky, amused smirk stayed glued to his face like he was watching a scene he already knew the ending of.
His black boxers came into view, and I swear i stopped breathing.
The thick bulge pressing against the front of it was huge.
Even the fabric stretched tight.
My mouth actually watered.
I brushed my fingers lightly over the bulge.
His cock twitched.
"Oh fuck..." I breathed.
I couldn't wait anymore. Damn, I couldn't even think.
I slid the waistband down, and so cock sprang free, thick, and hard.
Glistening slightly at the tip.
My eyes widened.
Shit.
I had never seen anything like it before.
He was a monster.
Thick, long, and veiny, each detail more intimidating than the last.
I stared, mouth slightly parted.
My heart pounding, my body burning.
How could something so sinful look so...beautiful?
I felt his fingers under my chin, lifted my face gently.
I look up, and saw him licking his lips, his eyes smoldering with unfiltered hunger.
" Delicious, isn't? " He murmured.
Voice dark and thick with amusement.
" Even though I appreciate the awe in your gaze..."
His thumb brushed over my lips again, parting them slightly.
He stepped forward, until the head of his cock pressed against my mouth.
" it's time for you to take daddy's cock in your beautiful mouth, principessa."