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“Don’t see you like that?” His words are laced in something I don’t recognize and I try to step away but he holds me tightly, burying his face into the crook of my neck, nipping and sucking at my heated skin. My head rolls to the side, giving him more access.

“You, Gabriella, are all I fucking see.”

He works the zipper on my red dress, and I hold my breath.

“… all I think about…”

The dress slides from my body and pools at my heeled feet, leaving me in nothing but a pair of black laced panties.

“… All I want.”

I suck in a breath, closing my eyes, feeling a wave of dizziness wash over me.

“Open your eyes Mia cara. You are going to watch me…”

His large tattooed hand glides across my exposed torso, setting fire to my skin with each movement, and when he cups my breasts and rolls my nipples between the pads of his fingers, my head falls back into his chest.

“… I’m going to show you exactly what I see when I look at you.”

He gently tugs on my nipples, and I gasp, pushing back my hips, searching for some friction.

“These tits, they were made to fit in my hands.” He massages my breasts with the palms of his hands, and I lean in to his touch, needing more.

When he releases them, I whimper in disappointment, but I’m caught off guard when his hand moves to my throat and squeezes lightly.

“I’m going to make you come and you’re going to watch and see what I see.”

I swallow, and the feel of his digits around my throat sends a rush of heat to my core.

He brings two fingers to my mouth and pushes them inside without permission, and I welcome it.

“Suck.”

I swirl my tongue, coating the pads of his fingers with my saliva. He pulls them out without warning and tightens the hold on my throat.

“Take off your panties.”

I don’t hesitate. I slide them over my hips and let them fall on top of my dress, and I can already feel how wet I am, how ready I am for him to take me; however he wants me.

His fingers swipe through my folds, smearing my arousal up over my swollen clit and my body jolts at the contact.

“So fucking wet already. Is your cunt begging for my cock, Gabriella, huh?”

I don’t say anything. I slide my hands up to lace my fingers around the nape of his neck to steady myself.

“Is that what you want? Me, buried inside you.” He circles my clit, over and over again, forcing my eyes shut and my bare ass to grind against him.

“Yes,” I manage to choke out.

“Open your eyes,” he growls.

“You are going to watch and see how pretty you are when you come.”

I blink my eyes open, focusing on him in the mirror, his whiskey eyes now dark and hooded. I watch in fascination as his expert fingers work my clit and tremors rush through my body as my orgasm builds.

I bite down on my bottom lip to stifle another moan, his now growing erection presses into my ass and I circle my hips, encouraging him.

“You want my cock, Gabriella, then say it.”