Giovanni Montana Gay Porn Novels & Stories

Jacob gripped my hips, thrusting up hard, spanking my ass sharp and stinging with every bounce. “Ride him harder, baby,” Mona ordered, fingers tangled in my hair. “Make him crazy.” I slammed down, grinding, loud wet slaps echoing as I devoured her. She came fast, thighs clamping my head, screaming my name. Jacob flipped me onto all fours, pounding me doggy style while Mona slid underneath in 69. Her tongue lashed my clit as Jacob fucked me deep, his balls slapping her face. I screamed into her pussy, coming so hard I squirted over her mouth.

Eight? His firm pecs, coupled with his muscular legs, the Mister’s physique could quite easily have been drawn up from that of a Greek God. He has such a solid, sturdy physique. And his…I was still frightened about how he was that big. I really took him inside me…I can’t believe I didn’t die from taking that. And when his cock stroke that spot inside of me…What was that spot called again? It felt so… A tremor ran through me and I realized I was fucking hard right now. Yep. I’m gay.

Giovanni exhaled loudly and grabbed my hair hard. “Are you asking me to treat you like a whore? Is this what you want?”He says in excitement I leaned my head back obediently and opened my mouth wide. “Yes, please,” I breathed, this has been the way their sex life is, rough, hot , BDSM sex. It might get too much sometimes but she relish the feel and excitement if it.... How she had missed him! She had gone through different one night stand but no one had handled her the way Giovanni had!

"I almost forgot. I read the buzz. Was it true? Did you guys really do it in the restroom?" I rolled my eyes and ignored her. "Oh my gosh!" she gasped and squealed. "Silence means yes. You are such a whore!" she cackled. "What? We were into each other. Besides, he just couldn't keep his hands to himself. He likes owning me." And that was a fact. Michael Montero is a monster when it comes to sex. And I was destined to be his pet, his captive, his beauty—whenever he turns into that hottest beast.

I could feel it in his tight muscles, in the way his cock got bigger in my mouth. “The deal is off,” Ivan suddenly yelled, reaching for the door. “Sit down, Ivan,” Daddy’s voice was a low, dangerous growl. “The deal is not off. We’re just… making it final.” With a loud, dirty groan, Daddy came, his hot cum flooding my mouth. I swallowed fast, my own dick hurting so bad, needing to cum. Ivan watched, his eyes narrow, as Daddy zipped up his pants. “You are a weird man, Don Moretti,” he said, his voice full of hate.

I lie back, spreading my legs wider, moving my waist softly as she fucks me with her finger. “Move your tongue to my clit,” I instruct, which she follows immediately. I moan softly. “Bite it gently and add two more fingers.” She nods, returning her tongue to my clit while pushing three fingers into me. Shit! I grip the chair as I begin to get into it when the door suddenly flies open. “Lynn, did you…” Giovanni looks at me and stops, all life draining from his face at the scene before him, but just seeing him makes me instantly cum.

Grasping the waistband of my jeans, he unzips it and then pull it down along with my underwear. “You’re so wet for me.” His hand slides back up my thigh and runs over my smooth mound until his fingers brushed against my swollen clit. The pleasure is so sharp that I grasped his ass, pulling me deeper into his mouth. Giovanni leans closer, nuzzling my neck before he presses his lips to my ear, “Call me Daddy again,” he says softly, “Tell Daddy how badly you need to come.” I grip him tighter, hoping he’ll touch me. Hoping he’ll lay me across the table and take me, “Please make me come, Daddy.”

As he did so, his dick fell out, and I whimpered at losing the full feeling. As I didn't say anything, Giovanni scrutinized my face, and for a second, I could see he was worried. It only lasted a second, though, because his concern quickly disappeared, and in its place was a self-satisfied smirk. “I can see you're enjoying the sex, bambina.” His eyes sparkled. “Your pussy is more potent than any drug in existence, bella.” I didn't have the time to analyze his words because he grabbed me by the throat and slowly slid his dick back into me. It was so excruciatingly sweet that I threw my head back and voiced my approval.

he murmurs, planting soft kisses on my face and neck. “It’s starting to feel good again, uncle,” I pant. “Just like the other day.” “We can do better than good, bambina.” Mr. Giovanni pulls out of me, goes down on his knees, and runs his tongue up my vagina. It feels so good that my head falls back in pleasure. “I’ve been dying to taste you down here again. If I can, I'd make this my dessert for everyday, bambina.” His matured tongue works against my clit with such precision that my face flames with heat, and flames lick up my body. My thighs draw up around his head, and with a panting cry, I climax, his strong hands holding me tight.

he licked my ears seductively, sending a wave of pleasure down my entire body, I tried turning the other way to expose my hole but he held me back in place. "Wu...let me touch you...wuwuwu...why are you doing this to me..." I sobbed with tears streaming down my cheeks. "Arson you can't get away with tears this time." Giovanni voice remained cold and teasingly but I cried even harder, I hated this sweet bitter feeling and I badly wanted release. "Fuck it!" Giovanni cursed under his breath and the next second, I felt him go inside me, without lubricant or anything but not that it matters, am already soaking wet for him, his thrusts were slow at first but picked up the pace immediately, making