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Frederica lifted her head and panted out a curse. Dario took it as a sign to fuck his tongue into her pussy. Her hand wrapped around him, working his thick shaft while her other hand buried further into his pants to cup his heavy balls.

Dario lifted her up just long enough to growl out in warning, "You be careful with those. They are a bit frightened of you after you threatened to use them as meditation balls."

Frederica massaged them, and his dick jolted. She tightened her grip on his shaft, squeezing his thick base. "Oh, yeah? You feel so very frightened right now. Your pretty cock is positively trembling with all the fear."

"Keep running your mouth, and I'm going to fuck you so hard that you'll be walking funny for a week," he warned.

"Big promises," Frederica sassed and was rewarded with a smack on her ass followed by a hard squeeze that had her pussy dripping. "Yeah, you'll have to try harder than that, baby. I like that."

Dario grabbed her by her waist, lifting her off him and standing up in one powerful move. Frederica laughed at his strength, loving that he could throw her around the way she had always wanted.

He tossed her onto the bed on her back, her hair fanning out around her. He stripped off the rest of his clothes, and she got her first look at him in his full glory. Thickly muscled, just the right amount of chest hair over his tattoos. His shoulder-length hair was out of its tie and curled around his face, as wild as his eyes.

Frederica smiled with a female smugness that she so rarely allowed herself to feel. All of that was hers tonight, and she planned to enjoy every damn second of it.

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"You waiting for an invite?" Frederica asked and stroked her wet pussy. His eyes went hot with a kind of warning that made her smile in challenge.

Dario searched his discarded pants pocket and tossed a condom on the bed.

"I was tested in September," he admitted, "I haven't been with anyone since."

Frederica went up onto one elbow. "No? What about your fuck fest in Istanbul?"

"No. It...nothing got that far. What about you? Did you find your short king in Crete?" he demanded.

"No. I found two," she said, and because his eyes narrowed jealously, she added, "One for the front, one for the back."

"Good to know you are up for at least one of the things I want to do to your ass," he replied without missing a beat. "But I bet you'll feel me longer than you did him."

Frederica rolled her eyes. "No, there were no short kings on Crete. I'm fucking with you. I also have an IUD, and I'm clean, so if you don't want to use that condom, I'm okay with it. I'm a big, tough girl. Your come isn't going to frighten me."

A feral gleam came in his eyes that had her fingers slipping inside of her. He noticed, and his grin went predatory. "I do like the idea of watching my come drip out of that tight cunt of yours. If you're a good girl, I might even lick it clean."

Frederica fought to keep from moaning. She had never had a partner who had been into talking dirty, but having Dario do it in that deep Italian base of his made her pussy clench around her fingers.

"You'll do it anyway because if you wanted a good girl, you wouldn't be fucking me," she pointed out.

Dario smiled and stroked his cock, his eyes on her pussy. "You want to bring some of that over here and slick me up?" he asked, raising a brow.

Frederica sat up on the edge of the bed, putting his dick at mouth height. She sucked him down, and his hands buried in her hair.

"Not what I meant, but fuck me, you feel good," he groaned. "Keep fingering yourself, I want you to keep that pussy nice and wet for me."

Frederica wouldn't have been able to stop rubbing her clit if she tried. The other orgasm had been amazing, but not nearly enough.

Dario's fingers in her hair trembled. She drew back and glared up at him.

"What did I say about being careful? I won't break, Dario. If I can't take it, I'll flick you in the balls or something," she snapped.

Dario's eyes narrowed, and his grip on her hair tightened. He tugged her head back. "You better take a big fucking breath, and remember you provoked me when you're gagging on my cock."

"Just fuck my mouth and stop being a baby about it," she snapped back and deep-throated him in one slick move.

"Porca puttana," Dario gasped and began thrusting.

Frederica had never seen anything so fucking magnificent as Dario with his head back, his abs and biceps flexing and shaking as he lost himself in her. She would have a croaky voice tomorrow, and it would be so worth it, just for this. Her free hand moved to grip his tight ass. God, the man was built everywhere. She stroked her fingers down over his ass to his balls, and Dario swore again and pulled her off.