51. Gianni

Chapter fifty-one

Gianni

“ Y ou are just such a good boy, Tiny!” Lark tells the massive Great Dane, scratching affectionately behind his ears.

“You wanna head to bed when we get inside and call me a good boy?” I grin, my filter wearing thin around her.

She halts her steps, staring at me, slack-jawed. “You’d actually be okay with that? I didn’t necessarily think you were joking, but I wasn’t sure you’d really be this willing when you offered to be,” she lowers her voice to a whisper, leaning into me, “my sub.”

I have to work to hold in the laughter threatening to spill from my lungs at how absurd it is that we’re even having this conversation, but also at the fact that she’s whispering on the sidewalk as if anyone else is actually around.

I bend down dramatically, brushing my lips along the shell of her ear. “With you? I’m serious about everything.” I figure why not, right? I may as well keep voicing the shit in my head. It’s what Alex had always told me to do, and before he died, I was actually starting to do just that. He’d be disappointed as hell that my progress took a deep dive after his death, but this? Speaking my mind and getting the girl? This he’d be proud of.

When I straighten, her eyes are wide, but a sly smirk fixes itself across her face. She reaches out with her freckled hand, grabbing mine firmly and dragging us toward our building.

Looking over her shoulder at me, she giggles. “I’m not sure if this is about to be your luckiest day or your most unfortunate, but I’m excited to find out.”

The moment we’re inside her apartment, she kicks the door closed, hurrying to unleash the dogs.

Her excitement is bubbling over, and it makes me a little nervous, but mostly, I just feel fucking euphoric that I’m capable of making her this happy for any reason at all.

Grabbing her by the waist, I carry her over my shoulder, slamming the door behind me and depositing her in the middle of her bed.

“I can walk, you know.” She rolls her eyes at me, but there’s no bite to her words.

“Let me see your phone,” I say, extending my hand expectantly. She presses it against my palm, and I go to the app to check her sugars. The number’s reassuring, so I turn her notification volume up before setting her phone down on the nightstand. “Alright, little red. No more playing around. What do you want?” She’s got quite the list for us to cross off, and it’s about time I start having her pick for herself.

She sucks her bottom lip between her teeth, fingers toying with the hem of her sleeve .

“Don’t get shy with me now,” I tell her playfully. “What happened to it being my lucky day?”

“Or your most unfortunate.” She chuckles, repeating what she’d said not long ago. “Alright, I’ll play along. Just turn off the lights because I can’t be that bold with the lights on.”

I shake my head. “Nope. If you’re going to dominate me, little red, you’re going to get a full view of exactly what you do to me.”

She climbs off the bed, standing in front of me. She bites her bottom lip nervously but says, “Strip for me, and do it slowly.”

She moves to sit on the edge of the bed, leaning back on her hands as she watches me with a small smirk spread across her lips.

I resist the urge to talk back, biting my own lip as I grip the collar of my shirt from the back, pulling it over my head and tossing it playfully at her. Running my hands down my chest and slowly over my abs, I see her breasts heave against the material of her V-neck top. My cock twitches against my zipper.

My fingers wrap around the belt buckle, unfastening it. I tug it out of the loops in one smooth motion. She falls back against the bed, swinging her arm over her face as she squeals. “Oh my god, you didn’t! That was so hot!”

I laugh, dropping my pants and briefs to the ground, kicking them off. When she uncovers her eyes, I’m standing before her with my dick fully erect, bobbing against my abdomen. Her plump lips pop open, eyes dilating as she takes me in.

“It looks like you’re ready to play,” she tells me.

“For you? Always,” I say.

She lifts a brow at me. “Then beg for it,” she says, her voice dropping an octave.

I drop to my knees as if on instinct. “Crawl to me,” she instructs .

Placing my palms on the ground, I make my way to her and set my chin on her knee. “What a good boy.” She grins.

“Can I please eat your pretty pussy until you come all over my tongue?” I plead, and my cock twitches against my abdomen as she parts her thighs a millimeter, fully unaware of her body’s response.

“I don’t know, can you?” Her eyebrows climb her forehead as she stares down at me.

Fuck me, this is hot .

“ May I please eat your gorgeous cunt?” I ask, my tone pleading.

“Better,” she remarks. “ You may .”

My fingers hook into her waistband, tugging her pants down her legs along with her panties. I toss them to the side, but she squeezes her thighs closed. Leaning forward, she whispers in my ear, “Fold them like a good boy, or you’ll starve.”

I’m practically salivating for her, but I reach for the clothing. I fold them both meticulously as she pulls her top and bra off over her head, tossing them into my face.

She watches as I fold them, placing them delicately on the edge of the bed beside her. “Is this how you like them?”

“It’ll do,” she tells me flippantly, but her grin gives her away. Lark opens her thighs wide, placing one on each of my shoulders.

“Eat,” is all she says. One word, and I obey.

My tongue darts out, circling her clit with the tip. A moan slips past my lips as her sweetness lights my tastebuds. My cock feels engorged, precum dripping from the tip. Her fingers slip into my hair, tugging my face into her. I lap her up as she moans my name, but it doesn’t last long.

She pulls my face away, tugging on my roots. I look up at her, concerned that I may have hurt her, but she says, “I said beg . ”

I groan. “I want to taste you and feel you come around my tongue. Will you please let me make you come? I’ll do anything to watch you come on my tongue.”

She responds by pressing my face back into her. I wrap my hands around her thighs for purchase, my fingertips digging into her creamy flesh. She’s bucking against my face, riding out her pleasure as her cum drips down my chin. I swirl my tongue inside of her, feeling her walls clench around me.

God, she’s fucking perfect. I’d do just about anything to stay right here for the rest of time.