Gambling For The Virgin:A Dark Billionaire Romance(8)

His tongue is moving with superhuman speed, and he's using his whole  face, even his nose, to make my pussy orgasm so hard I scream his name.  I've never felt anything so incredible, and I feel disconnected from my  body and so utterly grounded in it at the same time.

I smash my lips together, trying to vocalize anything other than the  moans dragging low from my throat and rattling from my lips. Finally I  find my voice usable. "Gian, fuck," I groan out in a low, moaning  whimper. My fingers still entwined in his hair are squeezing and pulling  him closer. My toes curl. I summon the strength to lift up my head  enough to look at him. I feel so connected to him in this moment. It  isn't just pleasure I'm having; it's pleasure that Gian is giving me,  and I need it so badly. So badly I need him to know what he's doing to  me.

I give him a whimper because that's the only sound I know how to make  now, my voice leaving me as the pleasure is dragged out of me again and  again. I can't get down from this high, and I don't want to. My legs are  shaking and I'm so sensitive. Finally, the pleasure is cresting within  me and I'm plateaued for a second before the drop of the intense orgasm  hits instead some kind of afterglow that courses throughout my entire  body.         

     



 

Gian's face leaves my pussy and I whimper at the loss, but I'm so  sensitive that the second of relief is pleasurable, too. It's as if he's  flicked some switch within me that makes me wanton and wild.

He pulls me against him. Gian's mouth is on my neck. I'm still shaking  as he kisses the column of my neck and I feel another tendril of  pleasure surge through my body. His arms wrap around me, his body  crushing mine on the bed. Panting, I feel the weight of his hard body,  so firm against me as he's holding me so tightly. I shake, my legs  captured between his, and his mouth goes from my neck to my collarbone.  Gian's teeth sink into my collarbone. It should hurt, but it's not  enough pressure to hurt. It feels good; it matches the ache he built up  in my whole body. When I yelp and jerk beneath him it's because of the  sheer power of the rasping touch of his teeth against me. His hands  catch my wrists and pull them over my head. I'm aroused by the way his  touch is so possessive. I want him to take charge of my body like this  and show me things I didn't know that my body wanted. I ache to be able  to do every little thing that turns him on, the way that he knows  exactly how to touch me.

Gian lifts his body up over me, and I can't help letting my eyes linger  over every inch of his firm, taut body. Even under those clothes, I can  see the outlines of his muscles. The raw strength he has is evident in  the way that he can move me around like I'm light as a feather. Or made  for him to fuck, the thought occurs to me and though unbidden I like how  the lusty thought lights up ideas in my mind. He holds my wrists over  my head. My breasts are jutting out for him the way I'm positioned. He's  hovering over me, so close that parts of him are touching me. The hard  length of his cock is pressing against my still sensitive pussy, and  that's the particular part that I'm very intrigued with because I'm  wanton in a way I didn't know I could be; I had no idea that I could  have such intense sexual urges and I want to act on them. The hard and  dirty truth is, and I can't lie to you, is that I want Gian's enormous  cock inside me. Where did the sex fiend in me come from? I guess my body  is just coping with what my reality is now? The fire he started within  me is going to devour me, and whatever's left in the embers-that's a  better reality. I feel so many inches, more inches than I knew were  possible, covering my pussy through clothing, and I'm aching with the  need for him to touch me with it. I want that cock to touch my pussy  …   and I want to feel what it's like for it to be so far up inside me that I  might choke. I had no idea that I could want something so naughty and  want it so much.

It freaks me out a little bit to be honest.

I remember having such a hard time psyching myself up to even meet Gian to ask him to make this deal.

And then Gian changed the terms I'd already agreed to  …  and now this?  I'm one second away from begging for him to fuck me like he promised.  This is so fucked up but I like it. I really do. I don't understand it  but I don't have to.

I think I'm just in shock at how well things are managing to work out.  The truth is that I did everything I can to take care of my brother, and  things are actually going to be okay. I can handle this situation. I  want to handle this, these changes and these desires. I can hope for a  better future for Tommy because it's already starting. Hope is all any  of us have; hoping is the best any of us can do. And if I want Gian, if  I'm filled with lust for him, is that really so bad? I mean, I already  belong to him - a fact that terrified me earlier this very day, and now  it makes me feel so aroused I can hardly stand it.

I shouldn't trust a man just because he makes me cum, but the truth it  that before the orgasm, I already felt something. The way that he kisses  me rewrote the coding of my mind. I had no idea that so much passion  could live in one person. No idea that it could play out with lips,  tongues, and breaths shared between two people. Gian had me from that  moment. I didn't see him as Giancarlo Sandoval anymore, not the man I'd  heard about. I felt him as the man, Gian, who was so different with me.

I want him. I want him to know how much I crave him. I want him to know  how badly I need him right now. So I open my mouth, no matter how  terrifying being so brazen seems. "I want you inside me, Gian, now," I  groan. I'm giving into every desire that courses through me and I'm  letting him know. And it feels good. Most of all, I feel safe to tell  him how much I want him

Gian's eyes are blazing with lust, a fierce look that I feel all over my  body from just that look, and I know that he must want me as much as I  want him. Dropping his hands from my wrists, my skin instantly aches for  him where he touched me. He tears off my bra. Snaps the flimsy fabric,  destroys it. Gian lifts my body and pulls me on top of him. Though still  clothed, I can feel the outline of his enormous cock pressing hard  through his trousers. My wet pussy is soaking the fabric, drenching it  with the wetness of my arousal. I bite my lip, my eyes shutting in  pleasure as I rub my pussy up and down his cock. "Fuck," I moan in a  high-pitched yelp. I had no idea that I could act like this. That I  could want a man so much. But just a taste of Gian has me desperate for  more.

Closing a hand over my ass, Gian groans a low, feral sound of need that  makes me look at his face. I want to see what a man looks like when he  makes that kind of sexy sound. Well, that's not completely accurate. I  want to see what Gian looks like when he makes that sexy of a sound. And  makes that sound because of me. A blazing surge of need courses through  me and I start to tear at his clothes. I press against the edges of his  suit jacket to remove it. Shrugging out of it, he stands and drops me  onto the bed. He rips his shirt off, buttons flying. I sit up on my  ankles and watch as he tears down his trousers and the tight boxer  briefs housing a cock ... there are no words for his cock. I see it and  in a heartbeat my pussy aches for it. I don't know what a cock will feel  like inside me, but I know that I need Gian. Now. Eying the long shaft  and purple head glistening with pre-cum with a hunger I've never known  before. That massive thing is bigger than I even imagined. I thought it  must've been bunched up fabric making it seem that it couldn't possibly  be as big as it felt, but there's just no way! Gian's cock is even more  enormous that it felt before. It's intimidatingly long and thick and  even though twenty-four hours ago I wouldn't have known what to even do  with a cock at all, now I want to figure out what to do with that  monster. One thing is for sure. I want that cock inside of me.

Fist closing over his cock, I revel in how his bicep flexes with his  grip. My mouth waters and I'm just in awe of this massive man. Gian's  whole body is powerful. In the moment, I feel helpless. Eager, but  unable to do anything but tremble when I think about his strength. The  enormity of not just his body, but his presence. And it isn't out of  fear that I ponder this. My fear is so far behind me that perhaps that  should frighten me. But how strong and sexy Gian is, I can't help but  enjoy how I feel like  …  his. His to fuck. His to have. I like that he's  so much larger and stronger than me. It makes me feel small and feminine  and wanted. I want him to overtake me and fuck me, make me succumb to  every wicked thing he wants to do to my body.

I'm a virgin. I don't know what I want. But Gian knows what he wants to do to my body and I want him to do it.

Before I realize it, my mouth is open and I'm speaking in a breathy tone  of voice. "I need you." The words escape my lips in a quiet whisper.

I'm not sure that he heard my silly words until I see the embers of my innocence flitting through his eyes.