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“I’ll never hurt you, but I’ve wanted you for so long, I might get lost in the moment. So if I’m being too…” I quickly search for the right word. “Eager with you, you need to tell me. Okay?”

“Okay,” she breathes, her hips rocking against my cock.

I grin. “So impatient.” Leaning forward, I press my lips to her while my fingers curl around the hem of her dress, bunching up the fabric around her thighs. I pull it up and over her waist, and she holds her arms in the air as I remove it from her body.

I take a second to look over her, my eyes widening as my cock fills with so much need. A groan of appreciation leaves me as I bite down on my knuckles. “You’ve been walking around all night with nothing on under this dress?”

She looks up at me beneath her lashes. “I’ve been wanting you for a long time too,” she admits nervously.

Her confession has me gripping her face, my lips consuming hers in a passionate kiss that leaves us both breathless. With quick work, her fingers unbutton my shirt, and I roll the fabric off my shoulders, removing my arms from the sleeves. Slowly, her palms run down my chest, curving over my abs with a meticulous touch.

She arches forward, her breasts rubbing against my bare chest as my arms wrap around her, needing to eliminate every inch of space between us. Her hips rock forward against my lower stomach, and she moans softly, her body searching for relief.

I reach between us and unzip my pants, letting them and my boxers drop to my knees.

A small gasp escapes her lips as she examines my cock, her eyes widening. She glances up at me, and I spot a speck of fear in her gaze.

“Relax,” I tell her, leaning over to press my lips to the column of her neck. “I’m going to get you ready for me. Make you nice and wet, so my cock slides right inside your tight pussy where it belongs.” I suck on her skin, my hand gliding up the inside of her thigh until I reach her center. My index finger trails lazily through her wetness. “I’m going to make you feel so good, baby. I promise.”

She whimpers beneath my touch, her hands curling around my shoulders.

My finger swirls over her entrance before plunging inside. Her back arches beautifully, her nipples hardening, begging for attention. Sliding my lips down her skin, I wrap them around one of her pert nipples, my tongue flicking the tip as I suck.

“Oh God,” she breathes, holding me tighter.

I pick up the pace of my finger inside her, curling the pad against her wall as she clenches around me. “I can feel your pussy begging to be filled.” In and out. In and out. I work her over and over, my palm grinding down on her clit.

“I’m so close.” She burrows her face in the crook of my neck, her muscles tightening around me. I know the orgasm is going to wash over her any second, so I pull out.

She blinks a few times, her chest panting hard.

Confusion contorts her features until I drop to my knees before her, like a king ready to worship his queen.

My hands glide up the inside of her thighs, spreading her wide for me. I watch her arousal drip onto the desk, igniting a fervent ache inside me.

“I need to taste you, Fiorellina.”

Inhaling, I lean forward and slowly lick from her back all the way to her front. She whimpers as her legs tremble around my head.

God, she tastes so fucking perfect.

She tastes like mine.

I whip off my glasses and bury my head between her legs, focusing on her swollen clit as two of my fingers dive inside her. Her fingers tangle in my hair as she tries to hold steady, her whole body trembling with the need for a release.

“I’m so close. I’m almost… I’m right…”

Her fingers tug on the ends of my hair, her body practically bowing off the desk as the orgasm crashes over her. Every second is a sight to behold. And I engrave the image of her in my memory.

Eventually, her leg muscles loosen around me, her hold dropping as she slumps forward.

I stand straight, bracing her cheeks. “You did so well.”

She bites down on her bottom lip, her eyes glancing at my cock that’s practically pulsing with desire to be inside her. “Am I ready?”

My thumb brushes across her skin. “You tell me.” I lean forward and press a kiss to her forehead. “This is your choice.”

I lean back, and her eyes lock with mine. “I’m choosing you,” she whispers.