I reach down and yank her shirt over her head before my hands reach the button of her jeans.
She lifts her hips as I pop the button and I help her shimmy out of the material, listening to it fall softly to the floor.
Her bra comes off shortly after, leaving her in only black lace panties.
My eyes lock onto her breasts.
I don’t care how many times I’ve seen them—they’re still the best I’ve ever seen.
I bring my hand up to palm her left breast, my thumb flicking over her pebbling nipple. “Beautiful.”
“You’re overdressed, Alessandro,” Bianca retorts. She starts pulling my shirt out of my pants, swiftly undoing the buttons.
She peels it gently off me, ever mindful of my injuries.
Her eyes trail over every nick, scar, and dressed wound before she looks up at me, her gorgeous eyes serious.
“The Calabreses will pay,” she vows before her hands dance over my belt. I help her undo my belt then pull down my pants and underwear in one smooth motion.
Bianca sighs with happiness when she sees my cock and I can’t help but smirk.
It makes a man feel good to know his girl is enthralled with him.
She drops to her knees and settles herself in between my legs.
Looking up at me through her lashes, she reaches out one hand to grasp the base of my erection.
I hiss, doing my best to not thrust too hard into her hand so I don’t hurt my ribs any more than they already are.
But fucking Bianca. She has other plans. She hums as she pokes out her tongue and swirls it on the head.
I hiss again and reach for her head but decide against it, my hand hovering a few inches away from her hair.
I don’t want to do anything she isn’t comfortable with.
But Bianca pulls herself back and smirks, taking my hand and putting it on her hair as she puts her mouth back over me and starts to bob up and down my length.
I groan aloud and thrust into her open, willing mouth as I hold her by her hair. Heaven. This is what heaven feels like.
And it’s Bianca sucking my cock.
She runs her tongue over the ridges of my dick as she tries to take more of me into her mouth.
I can feel her relax her jaw as much as possible to accommodate my size. I hit the back of her throat and we both groan.
The hair on my thighs rise slightly, prickling with goosebumps.
I clutch her hair tighter and grunt, before praise spills from my lips.
“So good, Bianca.Fuck.Bianca.Goddammit, yes, rightthere.”
Bianca moans in response and increases the pace, moving her hands to either side of my hips and hollowing out her cheeks as she swirls her tongue over my cock.
I fucking love this—I love the feeling of her mouth on me, the sloppy noises she’s making as she runs her tongue over my length.
It’s almost too much and I can feel pleasure start to unpool low in my stomach.
No. Not yet.
