Dario’s point of view.
“Then I need to sit. I’ll f*****g fall if you give me one more deepthroat,” I admit, and he smiles and stands, takes my hand, and leads me to his chair.
As soon as I sit down, he takes his position on his knees between my legs, takes my d**k in his warm, perfect hand, and starts stroking me slowly, squeezing until a drop of precum leaks from the tip and licking it while moaning as if it’s so f*****g delicious that he’s stopping himself from eating me alive.
“You taste so f*****g good…” he murmurs as he licks his lips, collecting every ounce of precum, making them shine as if they’re made of diamonds, tantalizing me without even knowing, and sending waves of want and need through my shivering body.
What are you doing to me?
“When you feel that you’re close, tell
