“Fuck, do you know how bad I want you right now?” he whispers, licking the hollow behind my ear.
Oh God. My nipples are hard, and as I shift against him restlessly, I can feel how soaked my panties are. Just from a few kisses and his mouth on my throat. He glides his hand under my shirt, flattening it on my bare stomach. He’s so close to where I need him to be.
“But I’m the one who’s responsible for…” My words trail off as he tucks his hand down into the elastic waistband of the leggings I frantically pulled on earlier after he picked the lock on my handcuffs and freed me.
“Remind me what you’re responsible for,tesoro,” he prompts me wickedly, his mouth on my ear, his fingers strumming lightly over my clit.
I can’t remember. Everything has fled my mind. It’s not enough pressure. My hips dance under his touch, demanding more.
“Alessio,” I whisper, my head rolling back against the door with a thud that should embarrass me in case anyone’s near enough on the other side to hear it.
But it doesn’t. I don’t care. The only thing I care about is the six-foot-two wall of mobster muscle devouring me like he’s a starving man and I’m all he needs to survive.
We should probably stop, but this feels too good. It feels like everything we both need. A release.
“Your pussy is so wet for me.”
I make a low sound of agreement. No denying it. I’m shamelessly on fire for him. But I still need it faster, need it harder. Need him inside me.
So I hook my left leg around his hips, opening myself to his exploration even as I thrust forward to get more of the pressure I want. He laughs and bites my earlobe.
“Tell me what you want.”
He’s going to make me say it, work for it, even though I’m sure we both already know the answer.
“I want you,” I tell him, already about to come. “I want your cock inside me so deep. I want you to fuck me. Come inside me. Fill me up.”
I need it so badly I can barely breathe. I’m not even sure I’m human.
He makes a low sound that’s more like a possessive growl than anything, his fingers flying over my throbbing clit. Then he sinks two fingers into me, fucking me hard and fast. My breathing is harsh, and the pleasure is exploding through me. Every part of me he’s touching feels electrified. I’ve never been so gone.
I’m about to come when he withdraws from me suddenly and swirls his fingers over my clit, playing with me. It’s too light, too slow. It’s not enough. I’m about to protest when he pulls his hand out of my leggings entirely and holds his glistening fingers to my lips.
I don’t hesitate, just wrap my lips around his fingers and suck.
“Fuck. Such a good girl. And you know what good girls get, don’t you?”
I can’t do anything but moan around him in response. I need Alessio to finish what he started.
“Good girls get fucked.”
I moan again, and his fingers slide from my lips. He works between us, undoing his zipper. Then he pulls himself free from his boxer briefs. His cock springs out, long and hard and thick. And beautiful. Like him.
He strokes himself from base to tip. “But first, I want that mouth,tesoro. I want these pretty pink lips wrapped around my dick.”
I’m on my knees before he can even finish talking. There’s nothing I want more than to take him down my throat. I reach for him, but he stops me.
“Not yet. I want you naked when you do it.”
I don’t miss a beat. My shirt goes over my head. My bra comes off with a sigh of relief. Then I’m shimmying out of my leggings and panties in one go before sinking back onto the carpeted floor.
“Now play with that perfect, wet pussy while you suck my cock,” he orders.
I’m out of my mind. My clit is throbbing, my pussy is clenching, and I’m on the edge of coming. If I touch myself while his dick is in my mouth, I’ll lose all control. I look up and meet his eyes, seeing the wildness there that must be reflected in my own. We need this escape.
Both of us.
He strokes his cock again, and I see a gleam of wetness seeping from the slit on the crown.
