“Fuck, you are so perfect as you moan for me. Do you want more,il mio cuore?”
I nod as desperation screams at me. I need more. I need more of this Alpha.
“Beg me,” he growls.
My eyes open, finding the raw desperation on his face that mimics the one I can hear in his tone.
“What?”
“Beg me for more,la mia puttana disperata. Lascia che te ne dia di più. Lasciami assaporare la tua dolce essenza.”
My body writhes against Vic’s as he mutters Italian to me. The words seem to increase my pleasure.
“Please, Alpha. Please give me more,” I beg just as he asked.
He growls, his hold on me tightening a moment before he drops my legs. I groan, throwing my head back, disappointment flaring through me.
Vic doesn’t keep me waiting for long, dropping to his knees in front of me. I gasp as he tugs down the front of my shorts.
“Such a good girl for your Daddy,il mio cuore.Now you get your reward.”
Chapter Twenty
Ipraise every single god I can think of as my knees hit the carpeted floor below me. It feels as though this day has been a long time coming.
I didn’t think that mydolce ciligerawould allow me this much so soon but I refuse to look a gift horse in the mouth.
Slowly, I tease the shorts off her hips, unable to hold back the groan at seeing the lacy panties she has been hiding from me.
It doesn’t matter how many times in the past few weeks I have seen her in scraps of fabric or even bare, the sight is still as mouth watering as if it was the first time.
Sucking in a breath, I curse the designation that fate gave this beauty. While I have nothing against Betas, I long to smell a scent from her. I know it would be just as delicious as what my mind is conjuring up.
Whispering sweet nothings, I bring my hands back up to her waist, threading my fingers through the lace and tear them off her. She gasps, her eyes widening in surprise as I stuff the now ruined panties in my pocket.
“You better fucking replace them,” she tries to grumble but it falls flat as she throws her head back as I swipe my tongue through her slit.
I growl as her taste explodes on my tongue. There is a hint of sweetness that I can’t quite work out but I continue eating her like she is my last meal.
Her fingers thread into my hair, gripping the strands and pulling my face closer into her heat.
It feels like only seconds pass before her hold on me tightens. One of her legs wraps around my shoulder bringing me closer to her. Spearing her on my tongue, I guide a hand that isn’t gripping her leg to her clit, flicking the nub gently.
With a scream, Valentina gushes all over my face. I groan, drinking down her release, refusing to allow any of it to go to waste. It would be a tragedy to wipe away such a gift on the back of my hand.
No, I want to taste my girl on my lips for the rest of the day. Maybe tonight she can give me a refresher of her essence.
Slowly, Valley’s leg drops from my shoulder and she begins sliding down the wall, her legs too weak to hold her any longer. Collecting her on her way down, I bundle her up into my arms, holding her as the after shocks of her orgasm continue to pulse through her.
After all of these years having remained celibate, I chuckle at myself, proud of a job well done.
“What are you laughing at?” Valley asks breathlessly.
“Just that even after all these years, I still have it.”
My girl pulls back and rolls her eyes at me, “Alright, Old Man. No need to get ahead of yourself. Wouldn’t want you to pull a hip with all that postering.”
She tries to hold a straight face but breaks seeing the stunned expression on my face.
