When he pulls me closer, I kiss the corner of his mouth. He responds by teasing my lips open and pulling on my bottom one, then letting go. Pull. Let go. Gently, he traces his lips over mine, creating heat and friction.
I close my eyes and relax my shoulders, letting my head fall back. His hand catches the back of my head and tilts it so now he’s positioning my mouth and pushing his tongue inside.
“That’s my girl,” he says. “Surrender.”
Alessio kisses me, and my body turns to goo. I moan at the taste of him. He’s a man who always tastes fresh. No stale alcohol or marijuana aftertaste. I meet him with my tongue, and the moment our flesh connects, he groans, a deep masculine sound that makes my channel pulse with need.
Alessio deepens the kiss, and I rake my fingernails through his abundant dark hair. I love his hair. It’s thick and long enough to grab fistfuls of, which I do. Gently, I tug just to provoke him. There’s violence in the way this man fucks me, and I yearn for that. Alessio doesn’t disappoint. He hoists me up on his hips by the backs of my thighs and starts to walk toward the other bedroom. We’re still making out when I pull his tie loose and start to unbutton his dress shirt.
The moment he gets me in his bedroom, I’m on the mattress, staring at the ceiling. My shoes, pants, and underwear are flying off me as Alessio’s breathing hard, his focus between my legs. The moment he sees my bare pussy, he climbs onto the bed and palms my knees, then spreads my legs wide.
“There’s my pretty,” he says and dives in.
Alessio’s hot mouth latches onto my clit, and he shakes his head fast as he laps at me. Two fingers plunge inside me. I curve my back and grab fistfuls of his hair so I can pull him closer.
Alessio’s a relentless lover and determined to make me come. The first time he bent me over the bar, he made me come so fast and so hard, my arousal dripped out of my vagina. When he mentioned it, not only was I embarrassed, I didn’t believe him, but he did it again and again by stroking me with his clever fingers and making me come forcefully. It’s something I never experienced before. Not on my own or with other men.
Now he wants it again. His fingers are rubbing the same spot inside me, and his palm presses down on my lower belly, all while he’s licking my clit.
I want this to last forever, but Alessio gets what he wants from my body whenever he feels like getting it.
“That’s my girl,” he says. “Give to me.” He sits up and starts rubbing my clit while fingering me. My legs start to shake as my body prepares for release.
I cover my face with a pillow and muffle my scream when I come all over his fingers. Once my body stops spasming, Alessio kisses my vagina.
“What an obedient pretty you are for me,” he says. “You need a good pounding, don’t you?”
I’d answer, but he’s not talking to me. If I answer, Alessio will gag me.
He kisses my clit, and since it’s sensitive, I buck and close my legs.
Alessio steps off the mattress and removes his belt, unzips his fly. He strokes himself and moves away to make room for me to drop to my knees. I know what to do because we’ve done this before.
“The pillow,” he reminds me.
I grab the pillow and toss it on the floor at his feet.
Once my knees hit the pillow, I open my mouth, and Alessio shoves himself inside all the way to the back of my throat, which induces my gag reflex. He pulls back and fucks my mouth until I’m gagging so much, I worry I might throw up. But I hold it down because I can tell it won’t take him long, and I know what to expect. Alessio warns me before he comes. I choose where I take his seed.
He’s close. Really close. He strokes my hair before he throws back his head, and I get to watch him shatter. It’s such a rare sight that I watch closely, intent on not missing a second of it.
Alessio’s chest moves up, and he bites his bottom lip before letting it go. “Fuck, Lake, choose now.”
I grab his hips, telling him with no words that I choose my mouth. Alessio hisses as the jet pours down my throat. I close my eyes as I swallow and start to relax, having had amazing oral sex in Paris.
A flash of light blinds me, and from under closed eyelids, I wince. I think he snapped a picture. Before I can protest, I hear the swish-like noise of a sent message.
He didn’t just send someone a picture of us, did he?
TWENTY-SIX
UNAPOLOGETICALLY, YOURS
Lake
Alessio remains in my mouth while looking down at me with heat in his blue eyes the likes of which I haven’t yet seen from him. There’s a dangerous glint there. It’s almost as if he’s smirking the way a satisfied lion might.
He strokes my cheek, then steps back and tucks himself into his pants.
