His eyes travel over every inch of me. My flushed face, my heaving chest with its reddened nipples, down my stomach to my sex.
“Your pussy is glistening for an assassin. I’m getting my unworthy hands on a perfect mafia princess.”
“You’re not unworthy.” I reach for him. “You’re everything to me.”
“I’m a killer, doe. Violence and darkness. And you’re…” His hand traces the curve of my hip. “You’re light and beauty and too good for someone like me. But I’m keeping you.”
He kisses me deeply, and I can feel him trembling with restraint. His hand slides down my stomach, over my hip, and then finally where I need him most. One finger traces through my wetness, and we both groan.
“So wet for me already,” he murmurs.
“Please.Please.”
One finger slides in, and my hips lift off the bed as I gasp in pleasure.
“You’re so tight,” he murmurs, fascination in his voice. “Your pussy is gripping my finger so hard. When I fuck you, you’re going to feel every inch.”
He pumps his finger slowly, and I can hear the wet sounds my body is making. When he adds a second finger, the stretch is more pronounced.
“That’s it. Take both of them. You’re going to need to be stretched and ready for my cock.”
He scissors his fingers, working me open, and I can feel myself getting wetter.
“Look at you, taking my fingers so well. Such a good girl for me. You’re dripping down my hand, making a mess on these expensive sheets.”
“Vincenzo—”
“Tell me what you want.”
“I—I need—”
“Say it. Tell me exactly what you need, doe.”
“I need you inside me. Please.”
“You have me inside you.” He curls his fingers, hitting that spot that makes me see stars.
“More. I need more. I need your—” I can’t say it.
“My what? My cock? Is that what you need? Say it.”
“Yes. Your cock.Please.”
His thumb finds my clit, circling with maddening precision. “First, I want to feel you come on my fingers. Just like you did when I crept into your bedroom.”
He works me higher and higher, faster and faster.
Then I feel it. That pressure building. The same overwhelming sensation from before that made my body do something I didn’t understand.
“Wait,” I gasp, my hand flying down to grip his wrist. “Vincenzo, stop.”
“What’s wrong?” His fingers slow but don’t stop.
“It feels like last time.” My face burns with humiliation. “Like I’m going to—”
A devilish smile spreads over his face, and his eyes go dark with hunger. “Like you’re going to squirt for me again?”
“Please, God, it’s so embarrassing.”
