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I could do this.
Adjusting my knees, I moved closer. “Should I play music?”
His dark gaze traveled from my face all the way down to between my legs. “If you need it, but I don’t care. All I want is your pussy rubbing on my dick and your tits in my face.”
I put my hands on his wide shoulders and started moving, light unsatisfying brushes. I knew it wasn’t what he wanted, but I asked innocently, “Like this?”
“Only if you want to get spanked for deliberately teasing me.”
I bit my lip to keep from smiling. I didn’t know how this man saw through me, deep into my head, but he did. Closing my eyes, I allowed myself to get into it. I undulated my hips and flippedmy hair, making sure to drag my center directly over his shaft. It actually felt really good. I hadn’t done much dry humping back in the day, but there was something to be said for grinding my clit directly on his cock.
Could I come again? There was a very good possibility the answer was yes.
I did what felt best for me, riding, swirling, my thigh and butt muscles getting a serious workout. Those dancers must be inshapebecause this wasn’t easy. But Vito was breathing hard, offering up a little grunt every time I swept over his tip. His foreskin and my wetness ensured our bodies slid smoothly, and I quickly lost myself in the rhythm.
“Fuck,” he breathed. “You’re so sexy. Keep going, angelo.”
Vito kept his arms on the sofa, so I let my hands travel over my torso, cupping my breasts and pinching my nipples. A white-hot jolt went through me, like I’d touched an electric fence, and I moaned.
“Talk to me.” His breath warmed the skin of my throat. “Tell me what you’re feeling.”
“So good. The way your cock grazes over my clit . . . You feel amazing.”
“Keep playing with your breasts and squeezing your nipples. Get yourself off by using me.”
“Oh, god.” Why was that so appealing?
“I think about you, about this all the time. I want to keep you, trap you, chain you to my bed and never let you leave until you become addicted to this. I want to fill you with so much come that it trickles out of you while you’re outside working on your plants, soaking your panties and reminding you who you belong to.”
Jesus, his dirty mouth. I loved it.
My hips picked up speed, chasing, climbing, the orgasm building in my toes. I wrapped my arms around his neck andpressed our foreheads together. His chest rose and fell, his rapid exhalations matching mine. “Are you close?” I whispered.
“So fucking close, baby.”
The English endearment, one he hadn’t used before the alley, caused my toes to curl. “Are you going to make a mess all over me?”
He groaned, his head falling back onto the sofa. “Hurry, diavoletta mia.”
“Kiss me, Vito.”
No idea why, but I needed it. I needed his mouth on mine.
Without complaint, he adjusted his head and his lips captured mine, plucking, melding, demanding as we stayed connected. It did the trick. I gasped for breath, my fingers curling into his hair, and then sparks erupted inside me as fireworks exploded behind my eyelids. I cursed to the ceiling, my brain losing all sense of space and time. He was the only thing keeping me grounded as my body flew apart.
Suddenly, he held my hips and took over, guiding me down while pressing up, rocking, rocking—then he froze and buried his face in my neck, his low moan rattling through me. Thick, warm jets of fluid filled the space between us. When it was over we both sagged, drained.
“Holy shit,” I whispered, my forehead resting on his shoulder as I tried to recover. “Holy shit.”
His palms smoothed over my thighs, his lungs working like he’d just run a race. “Fuck, Maggie.”
We didn’t move for several minutes, neither of us speaking, lost in the silence as the sweat dried. I didn’t want to think about what any of this meant. For now, I wanted to let my body revel in three outstanding orgasms and call it a day.
There would be time for recriminations and regrets later.
“What doessono fottutomean?” I heard myself ask.
“Why?”