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My pause is a hesitation and the air is thick and heavy with possibility. I look back at Bruno. There’s a question in his eye. And Alessio. Yes, I think I can see what he’s thinking. Carlo’s eyes sparkle and shine.
I keep eye contact with him as Bruno says, “Your circus, Carlo. No question. But maybe Cinders would like a couple of monkeys for a sideshow.”
A spark jumps in Carlo’s pupils. He checks in my eyes, searching. Intent. I raise an eyebrow. He makes the smallest, slightest nod.
“I think I want to know what you want, principessa.”
“Are you all going to call me that?” My eyes don’t leave his. The other two men move in closer. But they stay silent. They’re waiting for Carlo to take the lead. Carlo, and me.
I shiver and buzz when Carlo shrugs and says, “You’re my principessa.”
Bruno’s voice is gruff behind me. “Mine, too.”
Alessio gets about as close as I’ve seen to a smile. “And mine.”
It’s not a nice smile. “Bruno and I can wait outside. Half an hour? An hour? Let the first moment belong to you and Carlo completely.”
When I speak the, tension rises, winding like a spring in the air. They all stop. Their eyes fix on me.
I say, “Or you could stay. Stand in the shadows. Nearby.”
My throat jams up. I probably should have just thought that, rather then letting it spill out into the room.
There’s a long, dark silence. A heavy calm before a gigantic storm.
Then air is filled with their low growls. I’m checking to see that Carlo is into the idea, too. His eyes are on fire.
I hold on to Carlo as he guides me back toward the couch. My hands feel every tight sinew in his back, every hard bulge of muscle on his arms and his chest. And his ass. As soon as I feel the couch behind my calves, I drop to sit. The tent in his pants is right in front of my face. Exactly where I want him.
I tug his belt open. His silky boxers are stretched tight over the heavy jut of his shaft. With both hands, I trace and feel the whole of him before I look up into his eyes and yank down his elastic waistband. There’s the crown of his huge, beautiful cock, in the perfect position for me to swallow him whole.
The reverberation of his moan vibrates with excitement, need and the ‘at last’ sound of coming home, all the way along his cock as I slip him in, over my tongue, into the wetness of my mouth. He sounds triumphant. Elated.
The taste of him is so familiar, and a jolt of excitement shakes me as I remember him in his car. I want to take him all the way down again. To have my throat muscles work and pull and tease him until he blasts like a hydrant into my throat. But I know that we have business to be done. Still, I’ll take him into my throat, just for the reminder. And the promise.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
“God, your tongue, Lucia. I love how you slip and slather all over my cock.”
Bruno and Alessio are holding back. Staying in the shadows. Still, quiet. Strong like sentinels. Protectors. But I catch Bruno’s whisper. “Damn, she sucks cock like a pornstar.”
And Alessio’s moan. “Look at that action. And that ass.”
Carlo shows his appreciation as his hands grip my hair. He holds me, pressed with my lips sliding along the throbbing shaft. I look straight in his eyes as I slurp all the way down to his hilt, tight enough that I can trip my tongue out to tease at his sack.
The taste of him is so hot, it makes my eyes flutter. With a heavy, reluctant sigh, he pulls me back, and pulls out. The eagerness in my grin should tell him there will be plenty more times for my throat to greet and welcome him.
He grabs the hem of my dress. As he drags it up and off me, he plunges his face between my tits. He kisses my throat while he snaps open the clasp at the front of my sheer bra. Then his hands and his mouth consume my breasts and his tongue flicks and tortures my nipples until they’re sore, and as hard as bullets.
He looks in my eyes as he starts to haul down my panties, but I have to take his beautiful face in my hands first and join us in a long, deep, wet kiss. It’s so filthy that by the end, we’re both trembling with laughter as he drags my panties off and spreads me, wide, exposed, and naked. His face is a picture of desire and raw hunger.
He tears off his beautiful, tailored shirt and drops his pants to the floor. After he toes off his shoes, he pulls me down the couch until my ass hangs off the edge of the cushion. I spread my legs wide for him.
Mirroring me, he takes my face in his hands as he leans to kiss me. The underside of his cock slides against my wings. An electric jolt shakes me as he grazes the head at the base of my clit.
He reaches down, making me shudder as he expertly touches and massages my hood and my soft mound.
“You’re so wet.”
