Her initial reaction was to retreat by scooting back, but Francis gripped her hip and tightened his hold on her hair, ensuring that she stayed in place. There was no escaping. Tracy had no other choice but to accept the big dick that he was giving her.
“Um…paradiso, bella. This pussy is heaven,” Francis growled.
He yanked her head back, giving him access to her neck. He sucked her neck and fucked her pussy as if she belonged to him. Hell, in that moment, she did. He had taken possession. Tracy cried out as his thrusts became less than polite. The pain to her scalp and the pleasure of his dick was an orgasmic contradiction.
“Damn, Francis!”
Francis released her hair and placed her back gently against the mirror. He eased the top of her dress, along with her bra, under her breasts. Without missing a stroke, he leaned in, placing her hard, tender nipple in his mouth. He sucked and flicked as he drove forcefully into her. Tracy cried out, thankful for the loud music outside of the bathroom. Tracy was on the verge of an inevitable orgasm as his dick vigorously massaged her inner walls. His strokes were rhythmic as he pushed deeper and harder into her. Tracy couldn’t take it. She had climbed to a level of ecstasy where there was nowhere else to go but down. So she fell. Hard. It seemed as if every cell in her body had simultaneously exploded.
“Ohhhhhhhh, yessss! I’m coming!”
She sank against the mirror as her pussy pulsed around his dick. Fully spent, Tracy struggled to catch her breath. Francis stood upright, tightening his grip on her ass, and rocketed in and out of her. Tracy sat up and wrapped her arms around his neck. She was holding on for dear life. The way he was fucking her, grunting loudly with each powerful thrust, one would swear that he was angry. Francis mercilessly worked her pussy over until they were both in a frenzy.
Fuck!
To Tracy’s wonderment, she was coming again. But this time, Francis was coming with her.
“Dio mio, Tracy, you have the best pussy,” he choked.
As his dick throbbed and emptied inside of her, he muttered words that weren’t English. But other than her labored breathing, Tracy was silent. Francis had just fucked her so well that she couldn’t even begin form words.
CHAPTER 5
TRACY
Tracy stepped into her emerald green stilettos and walked over to the full-length mirror. She’d paired the green shoes with a white pencil dress. In Tracy’s opinion, it worked out well. After checking her makeup and fluffing her feathered hair with her fingers, Tracy exited her walk-in closet. Her intention was to have a glass of wine before she left, but the sound of her doorbell sent her in the other direction.
Tracy opened the door, fully expecting Will to be on the other side, but it was Francis’ smiling face that greeted her. Her body instantly reacted. It was the same unexplainable reaction that she had every time he was near. Francis was only forty-two, but his polished good looks, along with the wisdom that came with maturity, set him apart from other men. Tracy appraised his muscular frame underneath the perfectly tailored suit a little longer than she had intended.
“Sei bellissima,” he complimented, breaking the trance brought on by his masculine beauty.
“Th-thank you,” Tracy responded, looking past his broad shoulders. “What are you doing here?”
“I came to escort you to Natasha’s birthday party,” he said as if it should have been obvious.
“What? No. Francis, I have a date. He’ll be here any minute.”
“No, Bella. He won't,” he responded with an easy grin.
Tracy looked past him again and noticed several men in black suits lingering by three dark Land Rovers.
“Francis, what are you talking about? Why is my date not coming?”
“As he exited his flashy automobile, he got a call. Some sort of emergency I assume. Si, it had to be an emergency for him to flee from a woman so beautiful.”
Tracy narrowed her eyes. Despite his sexy smile and the deep rasp in his voice, she was suspicious of his explanation. If there had been an emergency, Will would have called. He’d been asking Tracy out for a year, and she doubted that he would just leave without so much as an excuse.
“I need to call him.”
“Si. Call him on the way. Get your things.”
It wasn't a request.
Tracy folded her arms and shifted her weight from one leg to the other. “Excuse me?”
“Your things,” he repeated. “Do you have a purse? Keys?”
“Francis, I’m only gonna say this once, so you listen well.Youdon't tell me what to do.”
