The defiance in her eyes makes my cock twitch as she slowly unbuckles my belt, the metal clinking as she pulls it free. She takes her time with my zipper, dragging it down tooth by tooth while maintaining eye contact.
“You think you’re in charge here?” I challenge, though I make no move to stop her.
Her smile is wicked as she slips her hand inside my pants, wrapping her fingers around my length. “Right now? Yes.”
She strokes me, her grip firm but teasing—too slow to give real satisfaction. I groan, fighting the urge to thrust into her hand.
“You’re playing with fire,” I warn, my voice strained.
“Good thing I’ve always liked getting burned.” She squeezes me harder, her thumb circling the sensitive tip.
I grab her wrist, stopping her movements. “Enough games.”
I grip Carmela’s waist firmly and lift her off the desk in one fluid motion. Her eyes widen in surprise as I settle myself onto the polished wood surface, knocking a few more papers to the floor.
“Come here,” I growl, my voice thick with need. “I want your sweet pussy on my face while you suck my cock.”
A flush spreads across her chest, rising to her cheeks. “Demanding as always,” she says, but the hunger in her eyes betrays her desire.
“Always,” I agree, reaching for her. “Now get that gorgeous ass up here and put that smart mouth to better use.”
Carmela climbs onto the desk, her movements graceful despite her trembling thighs. She straddles my chest, facing away from me, and I grab her hips, pulling her core closer to my mouth.
“Fuck, you’re already dripping for me,” I groan as I see her slick folds mere inches from my face.
She wraps her hand around my length, her touch sending electricity through my body. “You’re not exactly patient yourself,” she teases, lowering her head to run her tongue along the underside of my cock.
The moment her warm mouth envelops me, I pull her hips down and bury my face between her thighs. She tastes like honey and sin, sweet and addictive on my tongue. I devour her, circling her clit with precision while she takes me deeper into her throat.
Carmela moans around my cock, the vibrations nearly pushing me over the edge. I slide two fingers inside her, curling them to hit that spot that makes her thighs quiver. Her rhythm falters as pleasure overtakes her, but she doubles her efforts, hollowing her cheeks and working me with her hand and mouth in tandem.
Heat builds at the base of my spine, my release approaching fast. I pull away from her center, slapping her ass hard enough to leave a pink handprint.
“I’m going to come if you’re not careful. Get on my cock now. I want to finish in that sweet pussy.”
Carmela moans, the sound vibrating through her body as she releases my cock from her mouth. Her eyes flash with determination as she swivels around, turning on the desk until she’s straddling me. Her pussy hovers just above my throbbing length, so close I can feel her heat radiating against my skin.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” I growl, watching her position herself above me.
She smirks, lowering her hips just enough to brush her slick folds against the head of my cock. The contact sends electricity shooting up my spine, making me grit my teeth to maintain control.
“Look how wet you make me,” she purrs, sliding her pussy up and down my length, coating me in her arousal. Each stroke of her warm center against my hardness is exquisite torture.
I grip the edge of the desk, knuckles turning white. “Sit on it,” I command, my voice rough with need.
Carmela raises an eyebrow, continuing her teasing movements. “I don’t think so.” She leans forward, placing her hands on my chest. “I’m the one in control right now.”
Something primal snaps inside me at her challenge. I’ve endured hell in Miami, been shot at and betrayed, and all I’ve thought about is getting back to her. My patience shatters.
“You think so?” I growl, reaching up to grip her hips firmly, my fingers digging into her soft flesh. I position my cock directly beneath her entrance, the tip pressing against her slick opening. “Sit down like a good girl and take what you’ve been begging for.”
Her eyes widen, pupils dilating with desire at my dominance. For a moment, we’re locked in a battle of wills, neither willing to surrender.
Then Carmela sinks down on my cock in one swift motion, taking me to the hilt. We groan in unison, the sound echoing through my office as our bodies finally join. She’s tight and hot around me, her walls clenching with delicious pressure.
“Fuck,” I hiss through clenched teeth, my fingers tightening on her hips.
“Silvo,” she moans, her head falling back as she adjusts to the fullness of me inside her.
