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I unfastened my trousers and ever-so-slowly drew the zipper down, tooth by tooth, easing past the bulge already growing in my briefs. First one leg came off, then the other, until the trousers joined my jacket on the chair. I bent to remove each of my socks. When I straightened, Maggie wasn’t amused any longer. She was clutching my belt like a rosary, worrying the leather with her fingers, gaze locked on my briefs.
I took them off.
“God, Vito,” she whispered, shifting in her seat. “It’s better than porn.”
I settled my hands on my hips, letting her look her fill. “Do you want it?”
“You know I do. Get over here.”
“No, bella mia. I need you to show me how much you want my cock.” She started to widen her thighs, but I held up my hand. “Prove to me what a good little angel you can be, diavoletta.”
She straightened, her lust-filled expression eager and ready to play. “And how would I do that?”
“Take off everything but leave on your heels.”
Rising, she left my belt on the sofa, then removed her short jacket. Underneath was a long-sleeved form-fitting black dress that hugged her curves. I rubbed my tongue along the back of my teeth, wanting to peel her out of that garment and bite her everywhere. But I forced myself to remain still, to keep in control.
She slid off each sleeve, one at a time, then skimmed the dress down her tits. No bra.Fuck me.Her nipples were hard and tight, begging for attention from my mouth, and my cock twitched, desperate for stimulation. I gave it a rough stroke.
The dress went lower and lower, revealing more and more skin, and a rush of heat went through me. She moved sensuously, deliberately, enticing me with her shy looks and big eyes. I couldn’t wait to get my hands on her.
She wriggled her hips and the dress fell to her feet. She stepped out of the cloth, then removed the tiny scrap of lace that passed for a pair of panties. When she straightened, a fist-sized ache lodged in my belly. Madonna, what a sight. Long legs, flared hips, slightly rounded stomach . . . She was a gorgeous creature.
I licked my lips, my mouth suddenly dry. “Clench the belt between your teeth and get on your hands and knees.”
Her brows drew together. “Why?”
I didn’t answer, merely waited, a standoff.
“You’re such a dick,” she muttered as she bent her knees and lowered herself to the floor. Then she reached for the belt and slipped it between her lips, biting down. Though she did what I’d asked, defiance emanated from every muscle and pore.
I wanted her sweet. My little angel. The only way to do so was to remind her who was in charge.
“Hands and knees,” I repeated. “And crawl here to me.”
For a split second I thought she might argue with me.
And then her body curled forward. She placed her hands on the thick rug and shuffled forward, moving her hands and knees, my belt dangling from her mouth. So willing, so obedient. As I watched her approach, it felt like the wires in my brain disconnected. I couldn’t move, couldn’t blink. Her complacency made me crazy, a man hanging onto the edge of sanity.
“That’s it,” I told her. “Do what I say and I’ll reward you,angelo mio.”
The room had very little furniture, so I could see everything—the sway of her small breasts and how her thigh muscles shifted. Her long arms. The ass I couldn’t wait to bite.
And I could fuck her bare.
My cock throbbed at the memory of seeing my come seeping out of her pussy. I’d never forget it as long as I lived. Since the age of twelve, I always wore condoms, never forgot. Yet with Maggie, my only thought in the alley had been to get inside her as quickly as possible, responsibility forgotten.
I didn’t know why, but that was a worry for later.
She stopped in front of me, leather between her teeth, eyes slightly dazed.She likes this.I bent down and took the belt fromher mouth, then tilted her face toward me. “Va bene. Now your reward.” I pressed a soft kiss to her plump lips. “Stand up.”
When she rose, I faced her away from me. “Hands.” She put her arms behind her back and I wrapped the belt around her wrists, securing them together. “Allora, bend over the end of the couch.”
Silently, she crossed the room again, this time on her feet, and draped herself over the sofa. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes briefly, the sight so tempting, so sexy that it was almost too much. When I felt more in control, I walked over behind her and shoved her legs wider, spreading her open for me. Her pussy was swollen, wet, and had my come in it.
Fuck, that was hot.
Dropping to my knees, I held her open and tasted her. She jolted, so I grabbed the belt with one hand, pushing it higher to force her forward over the couch, keeping her still as my tongue went to work. Her musky scent filled my nostrils, and I ate her like she was my favorite meal. I shoved my tongue in her entrance, piercing her like a cock, then flicked her clit until Maggie started to shake. I didn’t want her coming, so I eased off and gentled my lips, teasing. Savoring.