Of volume lineage

Oxygen was becoming increasingly harder to breathe.

Giova

I did.

“There’s a good girl,” he said.

“Stop teas–”

Giova

I scowled but remained silent. The anticipation was building higher and higher, becoming nearly unbearable.

He pressed his lips to mine, the kiss faintly awkward upside down. “I’m going to enjoy seeing those lips around my cock,” he said. “I’m going to enjoy watching you choke but too needy to stop. My headache personified, on her back, and apologizing for all the gray hairs she’s given me.”

Giova

I had never seen Giova

He was already hard, and the sight of him made my mouth dry up. Sex with Harry Gruenfield had hurt, and he had been half the size of Giova

“Keep your mouth open, Isabella,” he said.

I nodded.

Giova

“Deep breaths, my beauty,” he said softly. “Now, open your mouth wide and worship my cock the way you should.”

I wrapped my mouth around his swollen head, invigorated by the new sensations. Giova

His hands brushed over my throat. “Good girl. Take me deep into your throat.”

I had a vague idea how to give a blowjob thanks to the girls change rooms at my Catholic high school and the banana Lizzie Angelo had brought to class. No teeth, no biting. Learning what Giova

His jaw clenched when I sucked, his lips parted when I licked. When I went to cup his balls, he let out a dark growl, the sound bouncing off the walls and ceiling.

“Take it all,” he said as his strokes quickened. “Take me deep into your throat so that every time you open your mouth, you remember who you belong to.”

I choked a few times, but it only seemed to excite him more. Wetness and aching were welling up inside of me, the apex of my thighs so sopping I feared it was dripping onto the bed.

Between thrusts, I gasped, “I want you inside me.”

“Did I say you could talk?” He inquired, hands pressing tighter on my neck.

I shook my head.

“No, I didn’t.” He rammed his cock further down my throat until I coughed. “I warned you there would be a punishment, didn’t I?”

Giova

I shuddered, feeling both used, humiliation and more aroused than I had ever been in my life.

From my view, I saw Giova

“I don’t get an orgasm?” I snapped.

Giova

I lifted myself onto my elbows, outraged. “You’re kidding right.”

“Do I look like I’ve ever kidded a day in my life?”

No, but that was besides the point. “You can’t leave me like…this.” My cheeks warmed.

“I can.”

I scowled before a wicked idea formed in my mind.

With slow sensual movements, I dragged my fingers down my stomach, soaked in Giova

My moan filled the room, but my husband made no move towards me.

No matter. I didn’t need him for this.

I brought my leg up, arching myself into a better position. With deft movements, I traced around my clit, stroking my folds. My fingers came away slick with arousal and cum. It didn’t take many strokes before I was bucking off the bed, my cry filling the room.

When I came down from the climax, I turned to Giova

We stared at each other, no sound but my heavy breathing.

“Get some rest, Isabella” he said finally, voice guttural and deep. “You’re going to need it.”