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“Ghia, I’m sooorryyyy…” you were whining at this point, practically begging for the man to forgive you. Ghiaccio hadn’t talked to you, let alone wanted anything to do with you, since your comment earlier in front of the guys that had embarrassed him. The hot headed man would constantly tell you what was on his mind, whether you liked it or not. It wasn’t like him to be so... quiet , and it terrified you.
Nothing seemed to be working. You were practically leaning over him in attempts to get those cold eyes to even look at you. After a deep breath you decided to try a different approach, opting to gently turn his head to face you. As you reached out and cupped his left cheek to try and turn his face, your wrist was quickly grabbed and you couldn’t control the gasp that came from your mouth; fingers like ice digging into your skin.
“Since you want to beg so badly, do it properly,” his head didn’t move but his eyes glared at you like daggers. You must have looked dumbfounded because he pulled your arm up and got close to your face. “Get on your knees and beg for forgiveness, puttana ,” he spat, letting go of your wrist.
Finally, you sighed out, something from him. If begging on your hands and knees was what it was going to take for him to finally talk to you again, then it’s what you would do. Regardless of how embarrassing it might be, and how likely Ghiaccio would be to hold this over your head forever that he got you to grovel for him, you’d do anything at this point.
You slid off of the couch and propped yourself up on your knees in front of him. It wasn’t until you were in this position that your face began to heat up and your cheeks begin to flush; the power dynamic had shifted dramatically in his favor. He propped his head up against his hand and glared down at you, causing you to shift uncomfortably under his gaze; you felt goosebumps from the shiver that went up your spine. “ Ghia, I -“ his eyes squinted at you and you couldn’t help but wince and look down at your lap. Taking a deep breath, you carefully looked up from below your lashes, trying again, “ G-Ghiaccio,” you paused, gaging his reaction, “I’m sorry...I’d do anything to make it up for you.”
You felt your cheeks squish and your face jerked up to meet his gaze. “Then use your mouth for something better than making a fool of me,” he snapped. Wait did he-? You couldn’t help but swallow, eyes shifting down to glance at his crotch and then back to him; he snorted back at you, releasing the hold on your face. It wasn’t like you were opposed to his demand, in fact your body was reacting the opposite and you could feel the dampness growing in your panties.
The entire reason you were in this position was from teasing him about noticing how he looks at you in front of the others. They all chimed in saying that he’s “too much of a pussy to do anything about it” which caused Ghiaccio’s face to turn as red as his glasses and storm off, refusing to talk to any of you after the incident. You suppose this was his way of “doing something about it”.
Gathering your thoughts, you slowly glided your hands across his thighs, pushing them apart and scooting a little closer in between them. You started lightly rubbing circles into his thighs with your thumb, laying your head down on his opposite leg and looking up at him. “ Ghiaccio, ” you saw his chest rising and a slight flush of pink across his cheeks, “Tell me what you want, tesoro. ” He clicked his tongue at your pet name, “You know exactly what I want, troia . Just suck me off already.” “As you wish, signore,” you hummed, inching your fingers up the inner parts of his thighs.
You heard his breath hitch when you reached his zipper; looking up him you could tell he was nervous. You kept eye contact as you unzipped his pants, revealing in how delicious the shade of red his face was turning. He shimmied his pants down a little so you could have better access, getting impatient with how slow you were going. You decided to play nice and help set him free from how tight his boxers were, you couldn’t help but lick your lips when you saw the size of him; of course the prick just had to have a huge one.
Tucking your hair behind your ear, you leaned in and kissed the tip softly, your tongue coming out to lick a circle just around the head. Ghiaccio groaned in response, “H-hurry up, I don’t have all fucking day.” Tch. You licked a long stripe up from the base of his shaft and took him in, sucking harshly at the tip. “ FUCK-!” His hands came up to grip at your hair, pulling roughly you so you’d look at him, “Don’t be a fucking bitch,” he started moving your head up and down, sucking in a breath. “We all know what a f-ucking slut you are for me,” he smirked, “Look at you, drooling over my cock like it was made for you.” It was true, the feeling of Ghiaccio in your mouth was sending you; your eyes fluttered and you let out a soft moan around his length.
“Fu-uck…” he rolled his hips slightly, “You look so good with me filling up your mouth, tesoro.” His voice was dripped with lust, it was absolutely filthy, and you loved it.
Your tongue swirled around his shaft as you bobbed your head up and down, slowly trying to gain back control. And he allowed you to do so, leaning back into the couch and letting his head fall back with another groan. Ghiaccio was anything but quiet, and this was true even at a time like this; he was groaning loudly and mumbling vague dirty talk, ultimately reduced to a panting mess at your hands.
You couldn’t help yourself, his vocal encouragement made you ache to be touched yourself, and reached down to give yourself some much needed attention. The slightest brush over your clit made you moan around him-sputtering your concentration for a beat that Ghiaccio most certainly did not miss. “Wh-at a filthy little thing you are,” you cried around his cock as his hand came up to hold your head in place, “Touching y-yourself while you suck me off- Ngh,” he had begun rocking his hips up into you, speeding up as he continued, “Are you gonna cum w-with just my cock in your mouth? Gonna fucking lo-se it while I fuck your throat?” You moaned in response, your fingers still making quick work on your clit as you could feel yourself beginning to lose it so easily beneath him. “Come on,” he cooed, never letting up, “Let me see- hn- show me how much of a slut you are.”
And you came undone, the tight string of nerves snapping as your release hit you. You didn’t dare try and hold back moaning loudly around him as he continued to fuck your face, shaking as your knees buckled under you; you swear you would have fallen if it wasn’t for Ghiaccio’s hold on you, his own orgasm reaching a fever pitch.
On your face or in your mouth, he couldn’t decide what was better, so he opted with the latter, hand in your hair gripping tightly as he let out a loud moan, pushing your head down roughly and holding you in place. You did your best to milk him for all he was worth, drinking every last drop of his cum like it was water and you had been in a drought.
Releasing his cock, you opened your mouth to show that you had taken him all. He smirked at how you showed off for him, “So good for me, gattina ,” he let out a shaky sigh. You pushed yourself up off of the floor and back onto the couch to straddle him, wrapping your arms around his neck as his hands gripped your hips, “So, do you forgive me now, signore ?” “Hmm,” he leaned in close, lips just barely touching yours and that shit eating grin all too telling, “Not yet.”