Total pages in book: 152
Estimated words: 144979 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 725(@200wpm)___ 580(@250wpm)___ 483(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 144979 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 725(@200wpm)___ 580(@250wpm)___ 483(@300wpm)
He sucks my nipples until I’m an aching, desperate mess. After fumbling with his belt for a while, I finally get his trousers undone. I slide my hand into his briefs and start to stroke him, and he groans. All the while, Genevieve keeps banging on the door, screeching his name, and he doesn’t seem to care.
When he lets go of my hair and I meet his eyes again, I can’t hide the vulnerability in mine.
“Tell me you haven’t touched her.”
Whatever it is he sees in me makes him give me an honest answer.
“I haven’t touched her.” He smooths my hair back, and I bathe in the warmth of that feeling. “Why would I need her when I have you?”
He couldn’t know how much I crave those words, or how they‘ll also be our undoing. That isn’t something I want to think about right now, so I don’t.
I map the contours of his handsome face with my fingers. I want more than anything to kiss him, but I can’t handle another rejection. So instead, I kiss my way down his neck, licking and sucking until it all gets to be too much for him.
In a blur of movement, Angelo has me upright and bent over his desk as he presses against me from behind. His thumbs graze the back of my thighs, tracing the lines of his name inked into my skin.
“Hold still…Let me look at what’s mine.”
I bite back a helpless little sound as his words burrow somewhere deep inside me. Then I wait patiently while he eye-fucks me like he’s seeing everything for the first time. His hands drift over my body with so much reverence, I can’t help but feel like he’s worshipping me.
“Nothing I’ve ever seen could compare to this,” he rasps. “Sei mia, bellezza.”
You’re mine, beauty.
Those words wrap around me and pull me deeper into an addiction I’ll never be able to cut out.
He grips me by the hips and presses the head of his cock against me, and I moan.
“Fuck,” he rasps, pushing inside me and stretching me apart. “I could live in this pussy.”
I clench around him, melting beneath his approval. He’s in an affectionate mood today, and I like it far too much.
It won’t be long before I come.
He pulls back and thrusts into me, easing me into it until my body adjusts around him. Almost immediately, I’m soaking him with my arousal. He picks up the pace and fucks me into the desk with so much possession I can’t contain the pleasure that spills from my lips.
Something rattles and crashes to the floor. Angelo groans. Genevieve falls quiet on the other side of the door, and I know she’s listening. It shouldn’t give me so much satisfaction, but it does. Maybe it’s petty, but I want her to remember the way Angelo fucked me before he let her go without a fight.
“You like that, don’t you?” He squeezes my hips as he fucks me harder. “You want her to know you’re the only one I’ll ever take like this.”
A ripple of heat rushes down my spine and straight between my thighs. My heart pounds, muscles drawing tight as the pressure builds. I feel him everywhere—the warmth of his palms, the brush of his suit, his cock buried deep inside me. It’s all so hot I never want it to end. But my resolve doesn’t stand a chance against him.
He fucks me straight into the orgasm, and I cry out as it rips through me. My body shudders as I spasm around him, and he keeps pounding into me, drawing out the intensity until I’m completely wrung out.
I collapse onto his desk with a thud.
He leans over me, his lips grazing my neck as he softens his thrusts. “You want my cum?”
“Yes.”
“Beg for it.”
“Per favore, ti prego.” The words tumble out on a ragged breath.
“That’s my good girl,” he growls against my ear. “I’m going to give you all of it.”
He sinks into me and groans out his release, filling me with his warmth. It stretches out endlessly, his body shuddering with aftershocks so intense I can feel his muscles contracting around me.
He came hard. And I suspect it’s because he really enjoyed the thought of me marching down to his office and laying claim to him.
Genevieve starts pounding on the door again. “Angelo, please!” she shrieks.
An annoyed sigh escapes him as he slides out of me. His cum leaks down my thighs, and when I glance over my shoulder, that’s exactly what he’s looking at.
Heat sparks in his gaze as he watches my eyes drift to his cock. That, too, is covered in his cum.
“You like seeing what you did to me?” he asks.
I nod.
“Then get on your knees and clean up the mess you left.”
God, that shouldn’t sound so hot, but it does.