Page 74 of Jackpot Joker

I stare at him in challenge, letting him know I will not back down from this, and he releases my hand. When his pants slide down his legs, I push his checkered boxers down to follow, releasing his thick cock, protruding and ready for me. I stroke my hand up and down his shaft, over the bars that run up it, and love when he shudders under my touch.

“Fuck, Jaz. Your hand feels so good. I can’t wait to feel your mouth around me.”

I dart my tongue out and flick it over his tip, causing him to hiss. “Merde, you’re so goddamn perfect. Every fucking thing about you.”

My head cocks to the side. “Yeah? Be specific.”

Dario runs his fingers over my scalp and grabs the messy bun I threw my hair up in. “Your spirit. The way you don’t back down from a challenge. Your confidence. It’s sexy as hell the way you know exactly who you are and what that’s worth. Your desire to do good in the world. To make those around you better. To make me better.”

He brushes his thumb over my bottom lip. “This fucking mouth is perfection. Your quick tongue, your sharp comments, and the way you kiss.” He groans as I take the tip of him and wrap my lips around it. “Fuck, yes, the way you do that is so damn perfect.”

I pull away and sit back, loving the way his gaze falls over me. “Anything else?”

His hands reach out and cup my breasts, lifting them and pushing them together as he gently squeezes. “These tits, fuck,” he draws out. “These tits of yours are what my dreams are made of. They are just the right size to fill my hands and these nipples,” he says, circling them with his thumbs, “they are so pretty and perfect, too. I want to suck them, bite them, fuck them.”

Dario leans over the tub and sucks the nipple of my right breast into his mouth before letting it go with a pop and doing the same to the left. The action has my body tensing in need.

“Then do it,” I say. “Fuck my tits while I suck your cock.”

Dario releases my breasts, grabs the bun at the top of my head to tilt my chin up to him, and descends upon my lips. His kiss is fierce and passionate, and everything I need at this moment. When he pulls away, I whimper, and that devilish smirk of his that I love so much makes an appearance.

“Squeeze your tits together, mio toro, so I can pump myself into you.”

I don’t hesitate, doing exactly what he says and pressing my breasts together to form the perfect channel for him to glide into. Sitting there in the now-cool water, a shiver runs through me as I watch Dario spit into his hand and glide it over his cock before he lines it up.

“Gonna need you to suck it real good and get it nice and wet, so I can move through these perfect tits of yours. Can you be a good girl and do that for me?”

I nod, loving the way those words roll off his lip. I have no intentions of allowing this man, or any for that matter, to control me, but I can’t help but love the way Dario commands me during these times.

Dario pushes his cock up through my breasts, and I’m ready and waiting for him. I moan when the taste of him hits my mouth, sucking harder with every inch he feeds into me—every metal bar passing my lips. When I can feel him in the back of my throat, he begins to pull away, and it’s a whole new sensation as his pierced cock runs between my breasts. We repeat the actions over and over, until I’m squirming in need, water splashing against the sides.

“Fuck, that’s cold,” Dario curses, reaching over and draining the water. “Do you need to get out?”

“No,” I pant. “I need you. More of you.” I squeeze my tits again, this time moving my fingers to pinch my nipples, and I cry out. “Fuck, Dario, please. I need your cock again.”

“Let go,” he says quietly, running his fingers over my hands.

I shake my head, and he forces my hands away. “I’ll be the one who plays with these. I want you to reach down and feel how wet you are between your thighs.”

Dario replaces my hands with his, then pumps his cock upward enough that I can lean down and take the tip again. “Hands between your legs,” he demands.

I reach down, doing what he says. My hand dips down under the cold water swirling out of the tub and between my thighs. I dip inside to find myself wet and needy.

“Show me, angioletta. Show me how wet you are from taking my cock like this.”

As the drain of the tub slurps the last of the water, I pull my fingers from my pussy and hold them up to him. Dario reaches over and takes them into his mouth. “You even taste fucking perfect.”

I moan, preening at his words and loving his touch. I’m ready for him to pull me from the bathroom and toss me on the bed. I’m ready for him to glide his cock in and out of my pussy instead of between my breasts. As I’m about to lift myself up so we can make our way to do that, Dario makes another demand.

“Stay where you are. Pump those fingers into that perfect pussy of yours until I come on these tits.”

My hand immediately moves back between my legs, knowing my body won’t go against his command. Dario squeezes me tighter as he pumps faster, fucking my tits and barely giving me enough of him to taste. My fingers on my right hand are coated in my arousal while my left grabs Dario’s bare ass and tugs him closer to me. I pull my fingers from my core and use my arousal to tease his tight hole.

“Fuck, mio toro.” Dario’s legs shake as I gently dip my finger inside. “What the fuck are you doing to me?”

Chapter 37

Jasmine