Italian is the official language of the country, though many of us here still prefer Sicilian. Bianca speaks Italian with the fluidity of someone who’s familiar, with no sign that it’s her primary tongue. The overemphasis on consonants and the lack of distinction with vowels are a giveaway. I’d guess she’s American, which raises the question of why she’s in Italy.
Andrea described her as stunning. Bianca is just that, but shorter than the usual model height. With that atrocious bonnet on, I put her at around five-seven. Still, stunning doesn’t go far enough to describe her.
She’s flawless.
Her thick, smooth lips still hold a smirk I look forward to fucking off. Makeup-free, she’s a masterpiece, blended into honey-brown skin I want to mark with my teeth. Andrea and I rarely share women, but he’s an idiot for giving me her number. If she were mine, I would kill for her.
I muffle a grunt at her hand tightening around my dick, heating the teeth of my zipper. I’ll have marks with how hard I’ve been since she stepped out of the bathroom in that hideous bonnet I want to burn.
“Thick with a curve. But do you know how to use it?” Her brow hikes as her teasing smile pulls at her cheekbones.
Brat.
Bianca is a welcome departure from the women in Eden. No one who’s entered this bedroom has ever challenged me—or palmed my dick like it’s hers to own. She hasn’t cowered at my reputation or bowed to my dominance. She’s testing me. I’m going to enjoy fucking her into submission, starting with that mouth.
I grin at the sharp breath she draws in at my hand around her neck. My other hand fans across her thigh. The smirk once curling those plump lips vanishes as I inch closer to the edge of the towel. Her teeth sink into her flesh as my fingertips skate across her heat.
“Is that an invitation, Trouble?” I keep my voice low and lick the pink easing into her cheek.
She shudders at the wet trail and my English, but she recovers. “Do you always waste your time and money talking?”
The edge of my control frays at the challenge. It snaps when she grins at the extra pressure on her neck. The force of my mouth over hers bows her head back, exposing the long column of her neck that I suck. My teeth scrape up the soft flesh as I snatch that damn pink bonnet off to fist her braids.
My eyes are on her at the breathy kiss that breaches her lips. Her mouth parts at my hand cupping her pussy that she soaks through a slow drag. Precum leaks from my head pulsating in her hold. I’m seconds from exploding from the pressure of her hand and the promise of a release. She yelps at my hard slap to her pussy that I soothe with a thumb.
The return to Bianca’s lips is a slow kiss. Her eyes are on me. My teeth graze her lower lip, which I suck before licking my way back into her mouth.
I avoid kissing the women I’m with but savor every moan from Bianca I swallow. She pants into my mouth at the orgasm she rides until she comes undone in short whimpers. The sound of her pleasure surges through my chest to rip the air from my lungs with the same intensity I use to snatch away her towel.
Evidence of her arousal coats my palm. I smear it across her lips before crushing mine back against hers. She jumps into my arms, clasping hers behind my neck and wrapping her legs around my torso like vines. My hands roam the curve of her back as she arches. This is not the ass of a supermodel. There’s nothing perky about it in the grip spilling over my fingers.
Bianca leans back for me to take a nipple into my mouth. I lash the puckered tip, biting before sucking the bud hard. Her moan stirs my dick. She leans back to grind her pussy over my belt, my nails in the grooves of her dimples I plan on licking later. Her cheeks spread like butter as I guide her over my length. She tries to dictate the pace, but I control her with slow, hard strokes.
“You come so well,” I say over another nipple as I tease it with my tongue.
“Mmm,” she pushes out through a strangled gasp that becomes a yelp when I toss her onto the bed.
Our eyes lock as her legs fan open in a private performance. With a smirk, she scoots to the middle of the bed, where she leans on her elbows. Her eyes are on the mirror above as a hand slides down the valley of her breasts, past her navel, to the moisture between her legs. She plants her feet on the ebony sheets and fucks herself with two fingers that become three.
Minchia.
For a moment, my mind stalls at the rhythm of her hips grinding over her hand. Her pussy glistens, sucking in the fourthfinger she adds. Slurps echo across the room when she picks up her pace. She’s so lost in her own pleasure, she misses when I shed my suit and briefs to meet her in the middle of the bed. Her toes curl around my sheets as her moans come in succession.
I push her hand away.
Her mouth parts and I stretch it wider with my dick. Inch by inch, I push through her lips until I reach the back of her throat.
“Don’t bite,” I warn, glaring, my foot planted next to her shoulder. She’s not going anywhere. “You can play with your pussy, but this mouth is mine.” I pump into her. Saliva spills down the sides of her mouth. She flattens her tongue before sucking my dick with a force that clenches my ass.
Her mouth is fucking heaven.
Warm.
Wet.
Curving to every vein.
I cradle her face and roll my hips to knock the back of her throat. Her eyes flash and her tongue swirls around my head when I pull out. I tap myself on her lips as she licks. Her tongue peeks out to French kiss the tip before she sucks it with a hard pop.
