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The sound that leaves him is somewhere between a laugh and a growl. “Careful.”

“Or what?”

“You’ll find out.”

God, I hope so.

I take hold of his tie and slowly pull it loose. Unlike him, I don’t rip anything. I make him sit there while I undo every button of his shirt one at a time, deliberately letting my fingertips brush his chest whenever I expose another inch of skin.

By the third button, his jaw is clenched. By the fifth, his cock is visibly straining against his pants. I glance down at it and smile.

“Enjoying yourself?” he rasps.

“You have no idea.”

“Mmm, I think I do.”

Once his shirt is open, I push it over his shoulders and let it fall behind him. Then I sink to my knees.

Domenico goes very still. “Kira.”

I reach for his belt. “Shh, I’m busy.”

I open his pants, free his cock, and wrap my hand around him. His head falls back for half a second before his gaze finds mine again. I barely get my mouth around him before his hand fists in my hair.

“Get up here, baby.”

I pull back. “What? Why?”

“Just come here.”

Before I can argue, he catches me beneath the arms and hauls me onto the mattress with him. I laugh in surprise as he falls onto his back and manhandles me over his body until I’m straddling his chest, facing his feet.

“Domenico, what are you—”

His hands close around my thighs and drag me backward. Oh. Ooh. His breath hits the soaked lace between my legs at the exact moment his cock brushes my cheek.

“You want Daddy’s cock in your mouth?” he asks.

I swallow. “Yes.”

“Then take it.” His fingers hook beneath the thin fabric covering my pussy. “But I’m not sitting here doing nothing while you have all the fun.”

Before I can say anything, he grabs the lace covering my pussy and rips it. I jerk at the movement, but there’s no time to mourn the pretty piece of lingerie. Not when he drags his tongue through my folds with a pressure that has me seeing stars within seconds.

“Mmm,” I moan.

I grab his cock and pump him a few times, loving the way his breathing changes and the sounds I can hear even though his mouth’s buried between my thighs.

Leaning forward, I snake my tongue around his purple tip, flicking it over his slit and licking away the pre-cum. I want to take him into my mouth, but when his hands grip my thighs harder, I almost scrape him with my teeth.

Instead, I continue to lap at the head like it’s a lollipop while tightening my grip and jerking him off the way I know he likes. Every time I get it right, he rewards me by pushing his tongue deeper inside me.

God, he’s good at this. So good I’m already trembling, my orgasm building low in my belly, a tight coil of heat that’s winding tighter with every stroke of his tongue.

“Don’t stop,” I mewl against his cock. “Daddy, please don’t stop… don’t stop. Don’t… mm!”

His tongue finds my clit and circles it, fast and relentless, and I come with a broken cry. My inner walls clench around nothing, my hips jerking against his mouth while he licks me through it, until the sensitivity becomes too much and I have to pull away.