His Serpent's Kiss
Then dipped lower, grazing over my cock before grasping it in a firm hold.
I pulled him closer still and turned around, pressing him against the balcony railing. My eyes scanned the expanse of my estate, and the fields beyond it.
But my focus was taken again, once more, by hom. He tugged on my cock with precision, eliciting a low, growling hum from me.
“Bored?” he touted, and leaned in to graze his lips and teeth against my jawline. “Didn’t know Don Vecchio was so easily distracted.”
It was a foolish dare but I took the challenge anyway, and grasped the back of his neck, seizing his lips in a kiss.