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“I can arrange that.”

The piazzas go whizzing by and then there’s a huge dome and we curve around the back of it, pulling up to a tall white building that’s definitely older than my country. It’s a stunning hotel with a yellow awning. We exit, and I follow him in and across the long narrow but vaulted ceiling marble lobby. Sal doesn’t stop at the desk but continues to an elevator in the back corner. He drags me through the bar with little green lights illuminating faces and attitudes of joy. There’s joy in this city and I want to mine every inch.

Sal takes my thumb, places it on a screen, and a number pad illuminates. He nods at me and I know the code. Our wedding date and my favorite number, twenty-three. I always told him it was a secret from the world that I like that number better than all the others. And I have no idea why. The elevator opens and he steps in.

He reaches a hand out to me and my dumbfounded face.

“I can make this elevator move?”

“Appears so. Get in Gingersnap, I need to fuck you in the next five minutes or my cock is going to send out a fucking search party for my balls.” I laugh as I walk directly into his arms.

He’s already hard, and I wrap myself around him. The elevator doors open to a massive room. He tosses the duffle across over my head, and it skids along the marble floor. “I’m fucking you on the first piece of furniture you choose, so make it a good one.”

I don’t have time to access how fucking gorgeous this place is with twenty-five foot ceilings and windows that stretch from the floor to the ceiling overlooking the Piazza Navona. I see a gold velvet chaise lounge with a rounded arm big enough to hold me. I walk over to it, and he stands at the door as the elevator closes. He secures it with his thumb on the pad. I strip down before he turns around.

“Fuck me. I love undressing you but right now, this is god damned perfect. Bend over so I can see all that dripping beauty.” I do, and it’s warm and a little rough on my sensitive nipples. And he thinks my back is beautiful. He doesn’t see the bruise or any imperfection I have.

“Watch me.” He commands and I know he needs this. I arch neck and crane to see him. “Let your hair down all the way.” I do and then bend back over. “Your pussy is fucking pretty. That perfect pink. Do you think your pussy is pretty?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Angle yourself the other way. When I take you and fill you all the way up, I want you to see me fucking you and your perfect pink pussy.”

“Can we just do it already?” I blow a curl out of my face.

He moves like a panther, quick and deadly. He pinches my chin between his thumb and forefinger, raising it to him. “What did you say to me?”

“Fuck me, please.” He grins, then gathers my hair tightly and pulls it out of my face. I end up arching my back for him.

“Are you going to be a good girl?”

“Yes, mi amore.” He drops his pants and his thick cocks is as hard as I’ve ever seen it. It’s weeping for me, and I know I can’t wait. He lightly caresses my back while he strokes himself. I moan at the sight. Then his hand drifts down and he drags his fingers through my slit. Shit. Then he pushes in, and I almost lose it as I call out his name.

“Fuck this. Can’t wait.” He grips my hip with one hand and removes his fingers and they’re quickly replaced by his dick. “Fucking tight.” He hisses out, and I back up into him. He waits as I stretch for him, then he slides in further.

“You’re so. So. Everywhere.” I feel him everywhere. “Harder.” I breathe out.

He slams in and out of me, the furniture scraping on the floor. I push back on his dick, and it’s divine. The velvet scrapes my nipples while this man possesses me. He’s still dressed and it’s a desperate energy coming off of him.

“Fuck. Fuck. I’m so goddamn close. Watching my cock slide inside of you is hot. Good girl, taking my cock so well.”

“Come on me.”

He pulls out, and I turn to watch him stroke himself wildly and then groans my name. He releases ropes of cum all over my ass. I moan at the sight of this carved man brought to his most primal.

He’s panting and bends forward a little to look at me eye to eye.

“You’re fucking perfect.”

“You owe me one orgasm.” He nods and removes his shirt, using it to wipe up the mess on my back. Then he smacks an ass cheek.

“Come on, I’ll show you around. Then you can ride my face.”

The robes are divine in this hotel room, which is more like a light and airy sex dungeon. We’ve not stopped fucking, recovering, and fucking again for days. Food arrives, we sleep and find new ways to do it.

My arms are getting tired, but the robe sash is soft as he pushes my limits further. He’s left me open and desperate and anyone who dares to look up at these windows will see me. I’m staring out the windows, as I’m empty and panting. I’m still tied with his robe sash so it’s not like I can move. Sal opens the windows and then takes his place behind me. He shoves his cock in me again and I gasp. His voice is dark and deliciously filthy. “Tell them who you belong to. Let them hear it. Every Italian and tourist in the Piazza Navona. Whose cock is filling you so full?”

“Yours,” I bite out.