Page 50 of The Godfather’s Christmas Twins
She laughs softly. "Well, I wouldn't want to miss out on your expertise."
In my room, I feel more in control than I did last night. Last night, I was fueled by frustration and frenetic need. Tonight, I want to take more time. More care.
But Gia has other plans. “Show me how to use my mouth on you.” She lowers to her knees.
My brain short circuits.
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GIA
Ihave no idea what I’m doing. I suspect I shouldn’t be doing it. Not because it’s wrong. Not for any reason Max gives for saying this part of our relationship is immoral. But because I’m falling into the same trap I did six years ago when I spent time with Max, slept with Max, and fell in love with Max.
Watching him with the kids tonight, my heart cracked open. I want this. I want a life where my kids are happy with a man who delights in them and whom they adore. But I’m a fool to think this time could be any different, that Max would choose me and the kids over his fears of Nic’s response or societal norms around our age and situation. He didn’t choose it before. Granted, my father threatened him and me, but if that was the deciding factor, he would be so against a future with me now.
So, knowing that I’m about to lead myself down the path of heartache again, I lower to my knees and look up at Max. His expression is one of desire that makes me feel powerful.
His voice is hoarse when he says, “You don’t have to.”
“I don’t feel obligated.”
He clears his throat, his hand resting on the palm of my cheek. “It’s just that some women don’t like it.”
“I won’t know until I try. Do you like it… I mean, when a woman?—”
“Yes. In fact, the thought of you sucking my cock makes me hurt. I’ll give you anything… everything… I so fucking want that.”
I wonder what he’d say if I told him I wanted him. All of him. Instead, I laugh. “Well, then. Tell me what to do.”
He quickly undresses, asking me to undress too. “It can be messy.”
I do as he says and then get back on my knees to study his dick. It almost looks angry. It’s hard, ridges lining the length of him. A drop of liquid sits on the tip. I lick it up with my tongue. He lets out a feral growl and his dick bobs in front of me.
“It’s like sucking a lollipop,” he says. “But again, if you don’t want to?—”
I suck the tip into my mouth.
“Aww… fuck yes… Gia.” His moan is long, rumbling through his body. His fingers thread through my hair. He’s not touching me, but his reaction is making me hot. So hot.
I do my best to suck and lick. I work him into my mouth as far as I can take him without gagging. All the while, I pay attention to his reaction. His moans. The way his hips buck forward, his fingers grip my hair.
“Let me do it,” he says. “Just hold still.” He moves, rocking forward and back, like he’s fucking my mouth. I worry he might go too far and choke me or make me gag, but he doesn’t. It’s like he knows. Well, of course he does. His dick has probably been in Whitley’s mouth among countless others. I shake that thought away. Right now, he’s mine.
He brushes my hair back, looking down at me. “Fuck…I ’m gonna come. I Can pull out?—”
I shake my head. I want to experience this fully. My lips tighten around his dick. I use my hand around him, squeezing.
His head flies back. A wild yell rips from him. Liquid warmth splashes in my mouth. I work to swallow it, but with each thrust, more comes. He tastes salty, not unpleasant.
He steps back, and I move to wipe my mouth, but he lifts me up and kisses me hard. “I’m going to make you come so fucking hard.” He moves me, tossing me on the bed.
I let out a little squeak and laugh. “I take it I did okay.”
He falls over me. “Is the top of my head still there? I think you blew it off.”
This part of him fills me with joy. Max can be so serious, rigid in his ways. But like this, I see humor and happiness. It makes him even more handsome.
“Open up, Gia, and hold on.” He pushes my legs apart as he moves down my body. The next minute, his mouth is doing glorious things and I’m flying, not once, not twice… it’s like I'm coming over and over, or maybe it's one long orgasm.